When Maggie was Young

Last November, I took the NaNoWriMo challenge for the first time and was delighted to complete it with 20,000 words to spare. It was fun and motivating, so I’ll be returning in November.

I’d probably still be hunting for an idea, if it weren’t for Book Blurb Friday. Now I need to narrow the selection to one idea. A Tangled Web and this week’s blurb are at the top of my list. I’ll make the final decision next month.

Memory is a strange creature. Several people, who experience the same event, can provide remarkably different recollections. Physical or emotional traumas can cause the repression of memories. We grow up hearing our family’s reminiscences. Can we differentiate between what we have repeatedly heard and the actual event? I think a novel about memory would have no shortage of material.

Will any of you be participating in NaNoWriMo this year?

Maggie stood at the window watching rain drum against the sidewalk. Beyond the pines, fog quickly blurred details into obscurity. Just like her childhood.

“Who remembers early childhood?” Carla had asked. “Perhaps a few bits and pieces, but nothing more.”

“I can’t remember anything before I was eight. There’s something strange about that.”

“Maybe nothing really memorable happened. You’ve never been much of a trendsetter, Maggie.”
Carla had a point. Maggie’s interests revolve around her husband, children and home. She has everything she wants, except answers.

Friends and family urge caution. Perhaps some memories should remain buried.
Tragedy and a cryptic message spur her to put caution aside and search for answers.
What is the price of truth?


Book Blurb Friday is hosted by Lisa Ricard Claro, who posts a weekly photo and challenges us to “write a book jacket blurb (150 words or less) so enticing that potential readers would feel compelled to buy the book.” That’s quite a challenge, but it’s a lot of fun as well. Click on the image at the left to read more blurbs or enter one of your own. 

This week’s blurb has 119 words.

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