This is a portion of an opening chapter to a novel I’m working on.  It had home through a number of rewrites and still not sure exactly where it will end up.  

Since I have never shared any of my novel,  I thoughg it might be a nicely idea. 

Enjoy! 


I looked again at the opening line of my father’s diary. “You’re mother’s name was Eliza Jefferson. I had not gotten past this first line and the shock of learning that the woman I had always thought was my mother, was not. 

I was returning from my father’s funeral. He had died unexpectedly. I had left my home in Washington, D.C. as soon as I received the telegram from my mother Mamie, the only mother I had ever known. I had lived in Washington since I left home at 18 to make my own way in the world. My way had eventually led to college and law school. I was clerking for ?. I had not become a farmer like my father and older brother. I knew, even as a child that was not the life I wanted. I knew it had saddened my father that I would not be staying in North Carolina with the family but he also knew that I had to follow my own path. 

Now, I was returning to my life in Washington. Yet, it felt like it was not my life at all. When my mother handed me the diary and explained that my father wanted me to have it on his death, I knew from the look on her face that I was about to have my world irrevocably changed. I could see the mixture of sadness and trepidation in her eyes but she would not talk about it, insisting I read the diary first. I also could see that she knew what was contained in these pages. 

I could see the effort my father had made to write clearly and legibly. I faintly noticed areas of smudged inkwhere what I assumed were tears had fell on the page. I never remembered a time that my father had cried and I knew he must have struggled to put his memories to paper. He had been a very private man quiet and not prone to discussing his feelings. Still, I knew I was loved and so it was easy to accept that he chose to keep his feelings inside. 

I stared out the window of the train, seeing but not seeing the country side flash by. It was becoming dark out now and although I felt tired, I knew that I needed to read this diary before I slept or I would not sleep at all. I asked the porter to bring me a pot of coffee and while I waited I looked down at the page that began,

“You’re mother’s name was Eliza….

Created with Werdsmith.

Sent from my iPhone

Hello. I am the author of the Historical Fiction novel called Mamie Garrison. It is a tale of slavery, abolition, romance and history, set in the years just prior to the Civil War. It is available on Kindle for .99 and on Kindle Unlimited; also in paperback. Mamie Garrison has a dual storyline. The present day story involves Bella and Andrew finding Mamie's journals. Their story includes romance and paranormal aspects. Mamie's story follows her adventures as an abolitionist through her journals. There are some mysteries as well as an unusual background in Mamie's life. I am 59 and married with one adult child and one grandchild. I have always enjoyed the written word and have been a voracious reader from my early youth. I am inspired by many authors in the historical fiction genre. I am also a lover of Russian literature, particularly Tolstoy and Doestoyefsky. I find great inspiration for creating characters by looking at the ones these two authors have created. There is such a depth to them. I have written for most of my life in one form or another. I have dabbled in poetry and songwriting, and have more started novels than finished ones. In my free time, I like reading, history and travel. I am interested in genealogy and working on my family tree. I live in the Midwest United States with my husband, Chris and my dog, Max.

2 Comment on “Writing Sample

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: