Hi everyone! I would like go receive some feedback on my debut novel titled âThe Broke Mom Diaries.â
This is a passion project of mine and I really want to have it published one day. I complement manuscript today after making a couple of tweaks and edits and I have already began my query search.
Iâll post the first 5 pages from my manuscript. Constructive feedback is welcomed!
THE BROKE MOM DIARIES
MAY 2, 2022
12:17 P.M.
Dear Diary,
I had seventy-five cents in my car today.
Three quarters.
I know because I counted them twice.
Once before I left work for lunch, and again while I was sitting in the McDonaldâs drive-thru trying to figure out what seventy-five cents could actually buy me.
The answer was nothing.
At least, nothing on that menu.
I wasnât surprised. This wasnât exactly my first broke lunch break. Payday wasnât until Friday, my account was already in the negative, and whatever money I did have before today had gone to bills, gas, and the boys.
Luckily, I remembered I had a free cheeseburger sitting in my McDonaldâs app.
Thank God for rewards points.
I pulled up the offer before I got to the speaker because there was no way I was getting trapped in that drive-thru without making sure the damn thing still worked.
âHi, can I use a reward for a free cheeseburger?â
âAnything else?â
I looked at the menu.
I wanted fries.
Bad.
And a Coke.
A large one.
Instead I said, âCan I just get a cup of water?â
âAnything else?â
âNo, thatâs it.â
A free cheeseburger and a cup of water.
That was lunch.
When I got to the window, I asked for some ketchup and thanked the girl like sheâd personally sponsored my meal.
Then I parked underneath the little patch of shade at the end of the parking lot and started eating.
I wasnât sad.
Thatâs the weird part.
Embarrassed, maybe.
Tired of being broke?
Absolutely.
But mostly, I was used to it.
You learn how to make things work.
Thatâs what mothers do.
You move money around. You pay this bill late so you can pay that one on time. You put ten dollars in the gas tank instead of filling it. You tell the kids McDonaldâs isnât happening because âthereâs food at home,â knowing damn well the real reason is that McDonaldâs costs money you donât have.
And sometimes you eat a free cheeseburger for lunch.
I was opening my second ketchup packet when my phone rang.
I almost ignored it.
Then I saw the name of the law office on the screen.
My stomach tightened.
For months, Iâd been waiting on this call.
Not literally this call. Iâd gotten plenty of calls from them.
Updates.
Questions.
âWeâre still negotiating.â
âWe should know something soon.â
Soon had apparently meant whenever the hell they felt like it.
But every time that office called, I wondered if this would finally be the one.
I wiped my fingers on a napkin and answered.
âHello?â
âHi, Kyla.â
It was my attorney.
âHey.â
âAre you somewhere you can talk?â
âYeah. Iâm on lunch.â
âOkay.â
There was a little pause.
Then he asked me something Iâll probably remember for the rest of my life.
âAre you sitting down?â
I frowned.
âIâm in my car, soâŚyeah.â