I think my writing is improving. I managed to show a lot more emotion than telling it in this chapter.
This is from one of the sections my writers' group especially liked last night
An excerpt from Chapter 4:
Two cats watched me from the porch railing as I got out of the Jeep, and an aging beagle heaved himself from the grass and waddled toward me. “Ar-oooo,” he said, without much enthusiasm, but he had his duty to do. I reached down and scratched behind his ears.I'm forging ahead with this book even though I don't have all of the plot elements nailed down. Some people seem to write this way all the time. I guess I'll find out if I can do it.
“Hello, Bub,” I said. Janice appeared on the porch. Her face was red, and she was wiping purple hands on a towel.