working on congrats au and i really enjoy this opening bit so please have this little snippet:
Julie Molina sits cross-legged on her bed, holding her phone in front of her, erasing every single text message she’s managed to construct for the last several hours. Every message feels too contrived. Too fake. Too lengthy. If not lengthy, wordy and if not wordy, sparse. She goes between sitting on her bed or pacing her room. She has long swaths of texts she should be responding to, that she would like to respond to, that she just cannot seem to form the right replies for. Wordy. Sparse. Fake. Disingenuous. Too real. Honest to a fault. None of them are right, even if some of them are fitting, and Julie mostly wants to take her phone, open her window the full three inches it’s permitted to open, and chuck it out through the hole. She doesn’t. But she’s very, very close. Sniffling, she instead chucks it to the side of her bed where it hits her wall of pillows and then falls pitifully to her covers. It vibrates as a message comes through. Rising from her bedspread, Julie pads back and forth across her room. She is supposed to be back home in LA.
chapter one is posted here :)
