The cookies were in the oven, but didn’t smell like moms, which wasn’t a bad thing. Mom never cooked well. “I wonder, if heaven exists, would God accept her cookies out of good will?” Gracia reflected. “Probably not”. Soon, she remembered her mother wasn’t a part of her anymore, she no longer dreamed of her, or even felt her, like a shadow hiding forgotten dust. “Why do people eat if they’re going to die?” she whispered. Norton, the portly gray housecat, clumsily followed an invisible line on the whitewashed kitchen tiles, searching for something that wasn’t there.


well so far its a bit confusing, but you only have about a paragraph done so i’d hope it would clear up. Maybe you should make it a little more interesting, nobody likes a book where the first chapters are sulkiness, but as long as you don’t do that im sure people wont care. Also, i believe there’s suppose to be a coma after a quote that is suppose to end but since its the end of the sentence you can’t put a period there… (E.I. “I would hope he wouldn’t,”. i may be wrong though) your very good at giving just enough detail to picture whats happening in your head. and i really think you should develop it.
Well… it could be a good bit of prose, but the problem is that it’s pretty much impossible to see the plot. It just seems like a short ramble about bad cookies and sniffy cats. If you could explain the plot a little more it’d make more sense.
Umm I don’t get it? there’s too many different parts in one paragraph that are too short to understand. Either expand on what you are trying to say or pick one topic to stay on.