Here is the opening to what I hope will become a novel for National Novel Writing Month. I hope you enjoy the snippet.
“What am I doing? I’m acting like a teenager trying to impress the boys,” Lita muttered at her reflection.
Her admonition didn’t stop her from further fluffing her short, highlighted hair or adding eyeliner to already large hazel eyes. She might be out of college but she was no old maid.
With a look through her closet, she decided to drive to the party. The cream colored high heels would go well with her outfit but weren’t good for walking the many blocks to Rhonda and Pete’s house. Pale rose and ivory on her matched skirt ensemble set off the fading summer tan from her trip to Bermuda.
She snagged a bottle of wine from the counter along with her purse. A glance at the clock showed she would be fashionably late.
The ringing phone caused her to hesitate on the way to the garage door. She hated to miss a call from her mother, who would be equally happy to hear that her youngest daughter planned to socialize after a slow and agonizing breakup with her fiancé.
A glance at the caller id showed the name of the very friends she prepared to visit.