It’s spring break this week. Which means that Mose and Lew and I are home, making a mess, wearing pajamas, and eating strange meals at strange times. Wandering a little bit, out into the city. Maybe we’ll do some thrifting. Today we have a water-gun battle to attend at three. Life is good.
But that means… I am NOT writing. Disappointing because I actually want to be putting my head down and getting to work. I’m ready to sprint, can feel it in my fingers. The book is finished, in my head and also in about 30 pages of notes. I have a beginning, but I’m finally ready to run.
This is the story of a girl named Annie, and her mother, Ruby. But most of all the story of Annie’s grandmother, Molly. A little girl in a hotel. In 1937.
It is either called SEVEN STORIES UP or it is called THE LONELY ROOM.
Which is better?