Journal Excerpt

“These are people,” I replied.      I felt suffocated as we stood over the whole wedding reception. Surely Trent listened in somewhere.      Kass’s lip twitched then she raised her champagne glass until the bubbly drink disappeared.      “Half-people, my dear,” Kass said, hand her glass flute to a passing waiter. “They’re half-human.”

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Trudging

I still have to read through my first draft of Harvest. It's been nearly three months since I finished it but I don't know where to start. The obvious answer is page one, however, I don't know what I'm looking for.