Excerpt from Broken Dolls: Delilah's Story (chapter one)

The mid-day sun was shining bright on the lake. The red, orange, and yellow leaves of the trees looked like a forest fire reflected in the calm waters. A doe and her fawn peeked through the autumn foliage and eased their way to the cool waters for a drink. The sounds of the frogs croaking could be heard in the main room of the lodge. Occasionally the gentle sounds of the lake kissing the shore could be heard over the din of dishes rattling in the dining area.

Delilah sat in front of the large picture window, her knees pulled up and her feet on the large, plush sofa. She never saw the doe and fawn, nor did she hear the sounds of the frogs or lake. Instead she only saw the bright, white sterile gauze wrapped around each wrist attached to the clasped hands around her knees. The only sound she heard was the voice of her brother in her head telling her how stupid she was.

Just a little teaser for you guys.  Working tonight on more--so far I've gotten two more chapters in this particular book written as well as just some random stuff floating around in my brain.  I read a great quote today "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia". ~E.L. Doctorow.  If that doesn't explain what it is like inside my head all the time with the different characters, ideas, voices tellings stories, etc then I don't know what does!  Hope everyone has a great weekend and as always happy writing!