Here’s a fragment from chapter two of Downward Dog. A few notes:
- It’s in first draft form
- Jewel,the protagonist, is kidnapped the day of her husband’s funeral and stuffed in the trunk of a car. The fragment you are about to read starts with her in the trunk.
- Jewel is a yoga instructor. She is very physically fit. She knows how to use her strength and height to her advantage. . . in other words, Jewel is nothing like me. I say this because– as I’ve mentioned before– people assume that writers are their main characters. Here are some nice lists that demonstrate how very wrong this is:
- 28 years old
- Five feet, ten inches tall
- Fitness professional
- Kinesthetically aware
- 47 years old
- Five feet, six inches tall
- Laughing out loud at the mere idea of “fitness” while I sit on my roly-poly ass typing this
- Trips over own feet, barks shins on coffee tables, affectionately called “My Lil’ Flailer” by my partner.
Now that we have all that out of the way, the fragment . . .