[ * LOG 2 - 12/21/25 ]
[ * Chapter 1 is currently in progress. To be completely honest, it sounds awful at the moment. I have only just been introduced to the main character, and I’m unsure what to make of her yet. ]
[ * This is not to say she’s in any way bad, per se. Simply… unexpected. ]
[ * As I’m unsure if much of this will make it into the final draft, here is a part from the first chapter that doesn’t provide any spoilers. ]
“What on god’s green earth were you doing over there with that man?”
“Well, he kept staring at me while I was managing the register. I figured that if he was staring at me like that, he might want something. And if I couldn’t give it to him, I might as well give him a piece of my mind. But he just… well, he gave me this.” She showed her the card.
Bridget gasped. “Is that gold? Wait, give it here, let me see it!” She practically ripped the piece of fancy paper out of Kit’s hand and started reading it intently, then turned to Kit with a snap. “Kitty.”
Kit grinned. “Yes.”
“Kitty, you have to go. You won’t just pass this up, will you, please, Kitty, you have got to go!!!” She squealed, grabbing Kit by the shoulders.
“It starts at seven, I can’t-“
“Miss Miriam!! Miss Miriam, you’ve got to see this!!” Bridget immediately cried, waving the letter in the air as she ran to find their manager. Kit sighed, laughing. Bridget could always be counted on to get someone out of work if they needed it. She was all about drama and theatrics. She’d definitely figure out a way to make her not attending the “get-together” sound like a Shakespearean tragedy.
Sure enough, after only about ten minutes, Bridget came running back, beaming, card still in hand. “You’ve got it: shift ends in only thirty minutes, and I’ll cover both of our duties. It’s all ready for you!! Now you really have to go, or else I’ll look silly!!”
[ * I’m sure this isn’t as rough as I think it is, but I know I can do better. I just need to get to know the characters better. I was only introduced to Kit yesterday. I know next to nothing about her, or her friend Bridget, or her job, or much of anything, really. ]
[ * But I’ll tell you this: she may be a woman in the 50s, but she is not the watered-down caricatures of women that pervade that era’s media. ]
[ * I hope you all find her very, very… wonderful. ]