A half hour ago, I was reading over a few revised scenes in my novella, Mourning Dove, and found myself choked up while reading it aloud to my husband and then my son. Can’t believe the character’s emotions evoked such feelings out of me. Yes. This story is coming together and moving toward one more run through with my critique group after the current one before I present it to my editor.
Blurb I’ve got for Mourning Dove at this time:
Gabrielle lost her husband, Andrew, in a car accident six months ago. In the midst of struggling to emerge from her grief, she discovers Andrew’s cousin, Jordan, is homeless. Gabrielle strives to help Jordan in any way she can. While sifting through clothes in her closet, Gabrielle finds notes by Andrew regarding an anniversary gift for her a month before his death. Is Jordan the key to unlocking Andrew’s gift to her? But amid this good will stands a belligerent homeless man hunting down Jordan for a past wrong. Although frightened by this vagabond seen creeping around her property, Gabrielle swallows her fear and focuses on aiding Jordan, giving her a new purpose in life. But will Gabrielle take that new purpose too far?