I’ve been writing my current story for the past couple of months now. For the last three weeks, I’ve managed to get an average of 1000 to 1300 words a day. This is our goal to finish this story by the end of the year.
Outline: Joanne had been diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time. This time it has come back with a vengeance. She has only got two to three months left. She has a nine-year daughter named Willow. They moved to America from England. Joanne has a college in Redwood, Indiana. Joanne allows her friend and her husband to adopt her daughter and die in dignity.
Joanne watches as Willow warms up to Elizabeth and her husband Joseph. It warmed Joanne’s heart that Willow loves to spend time more time as she gets to know them. Willow learns that as time goes by it wasn’t God who made Joanne sick, but nature. She loves that when Joseph lets Willow call him dad. It made her heart leap. She wonders how much longer it will take Willow to warm to Elizabeth.
Excerpt: It was by the last bite of her doughnut Willow decided she wanted to go home. The church hall bulging with adults and children she never knew. In the deep recesses of her mind, she thought would they even want to know her? She stood to head for the door. “You need to wait in here. Mom will come to find us here if we remain.” Colt pointed out to Willow politely. He knew she must be feeling alone and left out.
“I want some fresh air. Can we go outside for a short while?” Willow asked as she looked at the mess Wynter had made a mess of his doughnut. “I think we better clean up Wynter.” She suggested to Colt.
“Yes, let’s go clean him up. Adrian usually does that. We can this time. Mom will like that.” Colt walked Wynter to the boy’s bathroom while Willow waited outside. The boys came out with a cleaner Wynter.
“I’m all clean. Colton cleaned me. Willow, we play when we get home?” Wynter asked her. Willow never had the heart to say no to him.
“Sure, we can play outside though. I need fresh air.” Willow paused for a minute. “How about we play football?” She asked Colt and Wynter?” Willow asked them both.
Wynter tilted his head to the side a little confused. “I not allowed to play football.” He answered.
“She means soccer. She is from England; what we call soccer here, they call football there.” Colt told his little brother, so he wasn’t so confused.
“Excuse me, you’re not from America, are you. Where you from?” Shannon asked in her thick Irish accent. She smiled at Wynter.
“She lives with us. She came here on an airplane.” Wynter told Shannon feeling proud of himself.
“It’s okay Wynter. I’m Willow, I’m from England. You’re not American either are you. Your Irish, aren’t you?” Willow knew the Irish accent from her Uncle Teddy.
“Yeppers, I’ve lived here for seven months. You like proper football I overheard. You want to come outside and play?” Shannon asked Willow. She knew Colt never was one for sports.
“I would, but can’t right now. Waiting on my mom.” Willow had to be polite and on her best behavior.
“When school starts, we can be friends. I’ll give you, my number. Call me and we can hangout and chat sometime.” Shannon dashes off out of the church.
British Writer on American Soil 
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