It begins

Sunlight fell on the small town of Barrowton, pouring lazily like molasses over the rooftops to dribble inside of waiting windows on to sleeping faces. Old and young alike felt it’s warmth. Marcus Downing felt it tugging him into consciousness and acquiesced enough to open one eye to see if Karen was still asleep. He loved moments like this, seeing her lying there ivory skin framed by a cascade of red gold curls. It reminded him just how lucky he was to have something of such rare beauty in his life at all, let alone sharing his bed.

Sixteen years his gaze had found a home in her perfection. He thanked God for each and every one of them. He rose slowly, careful not to move the bed too much, and made his way to the coffee maker to start another Saturday.

What this is, and what it isn’t

Welcome to my little corner of the internet. I’ve often pondered doing some writing on a novel type level but have always been afraid of the large amount of work that goes into a novel excursion. So welcome to the Novel exercise! I’m going to be writing a continuing story here. It will probably be not so good. It will also have many continuity errors until I can get the flow down. But you’ve found me. Either through word of mouth or just dumb luck you’re here, and I thank you for that.

Occasionally I may take a break from the story to give an insight or story of something that may ruffle my feathers or is a behind the scenes peek at what I’m learning. I hope you enjoy the read. I’ve had this nugget of a story sitting in me for a while. We’ll see how it comes out.