This weekend is my birthday weekend* which I’m enjoying a lot.
Yesterday I went shopping with book vouchers and came back with 12 more and a bruised shoulder. We have this discount shop which sells books for £2-3, the stock can be hit and miss but this time it was a hit – just that most of the books were hardbacks so they weigh a lot.
I joined Sari‘s Blogfest because the timing was just so perfect and I couldn’t resist:
The idea is to ask other participants for advice on a particular aspect of your writing you feel you need help with. Originally I was going to use something from
whatshouldbe my current WIP but it’s been pushed into a corner by another idea or rather an MC that just will not leave me alone.
The excerpt below is form the first few chapters and while the explanation is in there I don’t think it flows the way I want. So any tips to make this work better should be greatly appreciated.
My real name isn’t Breeyanna, I have no idea what my real name is. I remember at some point my second foster family enrolling me in Kindergarten under the name Annabelle, or was it Annalee?
For whatever reason family no two called me Anna. At least for the first few months, like I said it was a step up from You. Now mother number two had a serious brie addiction, which sounds harmless until you realise that there was basically nothing but that stinking cheese in the house and me being the newest servant girl meant I got the joy and dealing with most of the stuff.
“Get me the brie Anna.” shrank to “Brie, Anna” and soon I was pretty much answering to just Brie. By the time I’d been at the house for nearly a year the entire family, including all the other kids called me Brie
It should have stayed there, it would have ended there when I got moved onto family number three – if they hadn’t moved Melanie with me. She introduced me as Brie before I even got both feet in the house and it stuck. So much so that at some point a caseworker changed the name on my file to Breeyanna.
The winner of Some Girls Are will be announced tomorrow
*our family always turns the nearest weekend into a birthday weekend, because you know 1 day just isn’t enough