Writing workshop done for tonight; I gave them the first half of “Thin Air,” about 10,000 words. I think this will be a novelette when I’m done — I’m not sure I’ve actually written a novelette before. They had a few minor tweaks, but basically, they like it, yay. I’m hoping to draft the second half of it in the next few days, fingers crossed.
Here’s a little bit one of them particularly liked. No context for you, though. 
*****
“Amara? Are you in back?”
“Hey, Roosh,” Amara called back to her sister. “Yes, in the greenhouse.”
“I’ve got Ravi with me – okay to bring him in?”
“My little terror of a nephew is always welcome,” Amara said, smiling.
Ravi came hurtling across the back garden, flinging himself at her knees. “Chinnamma! Chinnamma! Can I eat a plant?” Amara laughed and bent down to hug him – a little trickier with her belly in the way, but she managed a sniff of coconut-scented five-year-old hair. “If I can eat you?”
“Ha ha ha! You wouldn’t eat me!”
“But you smell so delicious!”
“I just had a bath!”
“In the middle of the day?”
Rooshey stepped into the little space as well, now quite crowded with her and baby Isa wrapped against her chest. She said drily, “You’d take a midday bath too, if you’d managed to smear glittery blue glue all over yourself, the wall, the mridangam…”
“Oh, Roosh!” Amara bit back a laugh, though she knew her sister could see it in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
Rooshey sighed. “It all came out. Eventually.”
*****
(Some of you will remember the day Kavi poured blue glitter glue all over our piano…art imitates life. Or steals blatantly from it, sometimes.)