The first page of my first draft. I think both are pretty important things, so I wanted some feedback on it!
The book takes place over the summer of 1922, following the narrator, Dahlia Thomas, and a tragedy that she stumbles into regarding love and loss. If you would like more information, just ask me!
I have a small drabble of a concept. I know for sure that I want it to be a period piece, likely set in the 1920s america. But I'm not sure what to avoid when outlining their characters and the general story! I have ideas, so it's in pretty early stages, with just a detailed drabble with very limited information other than that one woman is already married. So now I need to plan, and I honestly haven't seen too many wlw books, let alone period pieces with wlw around, so I'm not sure if there's anything that will be too cliche or bad.
So, what do we think?
Here's the drabble:
There was an otherworldly presence about her. Something of an ethereal romanticism that drew me further inwards and outwards.
So continually I would stare at her, ever amazed by her amassed beauty. There was a delicate swipe of a blonde curl against her cheek, hugging her closer than I ever could– and I tried, believe me. I was practically an extension of her for that morning, my arms wrapped so tightly around her middle, hands rested against her freckled back.
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I would beg to differ about her. She had turned every head in the place, her presence a sugary honey-suckle that had a sweetness so tangy it left a craving upon my tongue. She had each man in the palm of her hand, her pick of the town clear in front of her, and yet, never quite captured within her little world.
There was a passionately hopeless soul within her, something wandering from place to place, too restless to settle down anywhere for more than small bursts of time. Yet– she was mine, at least for this morning. Then she would be his, as she had always been.
There was an otherworldly presence about her. Something of an ethereal romanticism that drew me further inwards and outwards.
So continually I would stare at her, ever amazed by her amassed beauty. There was a delicate swipe of a blonde curl against her cheek, hugging her closer than I ever could– and I tried, believe me. I was practically an extension of her for that morning, my arms wrapped so tightly around her middle, hands rested against her freckled back.
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I would beg to differ about her. She had turned every head in the place, her presence a sugary honey-suckle that had a sweetness so tangy it left a craving upon my tongue. She had each man in the palm of her hand, her pick of the town clear in front of her, and yet, never quite captured within her little world.
There was a passionately hopeless soul within her, something wandering from place to place, too restless to settle down anywhere for more than small bursts of time. Yet– she was mine, at least for this morning. Then she would be his, as she had always been.
The Langley's are already traversing the interest of married life and pregnancy, getting along well despite not knowing each other long. While the Stothards are navigating life together while an affair takes root in the background...
The Langley's are my main household. John Langley is the heir, a simple peasant farmer, and Wenthelen is his newly wedded wife (she is also already pregnant with the first child!). Edith Stothard is John's sister and has been married off to Alfred Stothard, a peasant who breeds and trains horses for the local Earl. He has a major secret, of which is an affair with a serf girl and tavern owner's daughter.
I'm documenting my journey on YouTube, so come see their journey over there if you're interested. I have custom rules and a lot to say. I've been working on this family for a while now!