I'm Sorry!

I know I haven't written in awhile! I am soooo very sorry for that. I've wanted to write for a long time but things have been so very hectic around here so that I couldn't get anything written. I hope to update sometime in the very near future. There are a lot of thoughts running in my head and I need to get them out sometime soon! But alas life has been so busy! I hope to get some more written sometime today or tomorrow, depending on how tired I am. So, alas this isn't a new little scene, but a note. Again I say sorry!

Here's another snippet.

Here's another snippet of what I am writing for my book. I'm not finish with the thought by any means, but I thought I'd post something since I haven't written in awhile. It's only fair that you get to read something right? Right! So I hope you enjoy.

                “Shoot!” I shouted as I bolted up in bed. I was running late. Again.

                “Stupid late night homework session,” I grumbled rubbing my eyes. I had completely forgotten to set my alarm clock.

                I hastily changed from my pajamas into the clothes I had laid out the night before: a cozy sweater and jeans. And in a dizzying pace I pulled my unruly hair into a ponytail and slipped my shoes on. I brushed my teeth in record time and was out the door within twenty minutes. I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning but promised my protesting stomach that I would eat a large lunch.

                In a flash I was running full speed towards campus, praying that I wouldn’t trip over something. It was a ten minute walk to campus and I had about fifteen minutes to get there and be on time. And I couldn’t afford to be late again, so sprinting was a must. My professor stressed the importance of being on time. And I had been lucky to get into this English class.

By the time I made it to campus I was panting tiredly. Thankfully there weren’t too many people walking towards class so I had a straighter shot of making it to my classroom. I had five minutes to make it and be on time…

                “Come…on Jenna…you… can… do this,” I chanted, panting heavily. It didn’t help that I had backpack that weighed a ton on my back. “Just keep going…”

                And then things happened so fast.

                I was so busy concentrating on keeping track of how much time I had left that I didn’t really pay attention to the obstacles in front of me. I slammed full force into a very solid looking person guy. We both went crashing to the ground, my heavy backpack pulling me beneath the stranger. I heard a loud crack as my head collided with the cold concrete. Pain erupted and stars appeared. I shut my eyes.

                “Ooow,” I groaned.

                “I could say the same,” A deeply annoyed man’s voice remarked. “Do you make a habit of running unsuspecting people down each morning?”

                I opened my eyes to look at the person I had collided with. His blonde hair was styled in an untidy fashion and his emerald eyes were glaring down on me, a deep scowl tugged at his lips. He was rather handsome I had to admit; A bit rude, but handsome.

                “Sorry,” I murmured, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I apologize.”

                “A lot of good that’ll do,” He retorted heaving himself to his feet, “I’ve already been trampled by you and now I’m running extremely. Thank you for making my day start off so well.”

                I slowly rose to my feet, wincing as I touched the tender spot on my head. He didn’t bother to help me.

                “Listen I said I was sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to run into you. I was just trying to get to class.” I glared at him.  How absolutely rude he was!

                “Perhaps next time you should be more organized.”

                “Ugh!” I gave up trying to talk to the man, but hefted the strap of my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder and hurrying past the man.

                But I didn’t get too far. The blow to my head caused my vision to swim momentarily and I stumbled, dropping my backpack. I stood still and closed my eyes momentarily, the throbbing in my head increasing.

                “Ouch,” I whined, touching my head again. The pounding increased from the contact with my hand, “This is just not my day”

                “Hey!” The man I had collided with called after me. “Wait up!”

                I chose to ignore him and continued to walk towards my classroom. I had no hope of making it on time, but I still needed to go.

                He grabbed my elbow. “Hey,” He said in a kinder tone, “Are you alright?”

                “I’m fine,” I retorted icily, removing my elbow from his grasp. “And why would it matter anyway? After all I ruined your morning.”

                “Listen, I…I just…” He was fumbling for words. 

I really need to think of a title for this book idea!

Well here's another thought for you. I should post again either today or tomorrow. Which is very exciting if I do say so myself. Now I understand that these writings are rather scattered and very very rough but I know that when they get polished and are actually in a cohesive order things will be a bit smoother don't you think? Well that's what I think anyway! I hope you enjoy. And know that in the next day or two I will have my short story completely done (hopefully things cooperate for me) and I will post it here for you to enjoy. Of course it will need to be edited, but you should like it I think.

Anyway I digress here's the next little snippet of the current writing adventure that I'm working on. I hope you like it. These thoughts are coming sporadically but I know where they fit in with the book and everything. Let's hope things work out!

Enjoy!

I let out a frightened shriek and pressed myself against the ledge that we were standing on.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I shouted, squeezing my eyes shut. “This isn’t happening! It can’t be happening!”

“What’s wrong Jenna?” Adam questioned, resting a hand on my shoulder. I opened one eye and glared in his direction.

“You honestly don’t understand what’s wrong with this situation?” I questioned in disbelief, “I mean it’s so normal to be a hundred feet off the ground standing on the ledge of ancient castle in who-knows-where with guards standing below you! Yes that’s perfectly normal!”

Adam surprised me by laughing, “Really Jenna that’s it? That’s all that’s bothering you? I thought you realized that when I said I was a traveler I meant that I travelled everywhere! I go from place to place and from one time to another. Why would this bother you! You love history remember?”

I shot him another glare. He only laughed harder. “I promise that nothing is going to happen to you. The guards won’t even have to see us!” He seemed so cheerful about it all. “Besides,” He continued, “It’s not like they are very good guards. I mean to do let this castle get destroyed in about three months anyway.”

I gaped at him. “What time period is this exactly?” I questioned quietly, forcing myself to focus on Adam’s face. I wasn’t about ready to look down again.

“I passed!” I shouted jubilantly as I launched myself into Adam’s arms. He merely chuckled.

“I told you you’d pass silly Jenna,” He laughed as he steadied me on the ground again. I merely grinned, trying to hide the embarrassment that I felt for what I had just done. He must think I’m a total flake now!

“Jenna?” Adam asked tentatively, noticing my expression. I blushed for being caught up in my thoughts.

“Sorry,” I tried to sound carefree, but it came out shy, “I, uh, was just thinking about the test. I’m so excited about it! It’s definitely going to be a great day!”

“I agree,” He remarked with a kind smile. We started walking towards the student’s center to get some lunch, “Perhaps we should celebrate this event?”

“Sounds splendid!” I remarked excitedly. Adam only laughed again and held the door for me. I walked through with my head held high.

My head was throbbing. That was the first thought that registered as I slowly came to. I couldn’t remember what had happened or why I suddenly had such a profound headache at the moment. I remembered heading to the library to get some studying done and then things got a little fuzzy. What had happened since then?

I tried to open my eyes, but hissed at the bright light above me and quickly shut them again. My head throbbed more forcefully. I groaned.

“Ahh so you’re awake now then Jenna,” Adam whispered, amused. I groaned again and tried to sit up. He merely pushed me back down. “I wouldn’t do that just yet. You took quite the spill.”

“What happened?” I murmured rubbing my temples. It did nothing to ease the pain, “I don’t remember what happened.”

“Really?” He sounded genuinely surprised by my comment, “Well after you went to the library, you were attacked.”

“What?!” I gasped and shot up again. My vision swam and I felt nauseated by the sudden movement, “How-I mean when-or rather what…?” there were too many questions to ask.

“Easy Jenna,” Adam scolded, easing me back down among the pillows, “You were attacked by three men. Men like me.” My eyes widened at the statement. Adam seemed furious about the whole ordeal.

“Oh,” was all I could think to say. How clever of you Jenna.

“How- how did they find me?” I managed after a few minutes of silence.

Adam was scowling at the wall, “They tracked you. You see once someone like me forms a connection with a normal human there is a connection built that can’t be broken. For instance your aura is a soft lavender color, very attractive by the way, while mine is cobalt. Since we have a connection, naturally a part of your aura has sort of rubbed off on me.” He trailed off, seeming pained by something.

“So let me get this straight,” I sat up slowly, “So my ‘aura’ rubbed off on you and now not only do you have a cobalt aura, but a lavender one as well?” He nodded.

“Well that’s interesting,” I replied. He only scowled.

“You are far to accepting of everything. Doesn’t anything ever bother you?” He questioned, furious by my response.

“Of course!” I retorted, “There are plenty of things that bother me, but you taking a piece of my aura with you isn’t one of them! I wouldn’t trade our friendship for anything. It’s one of the highlights of my life. And as for this nasty business with these not so friendly travelers, well I guess I’ll just have to deal with it. There isn’t anything we can do now. The damage has been done.”

Adam huffed in annoyance and sent me a staggering glare. A shiver ran down my spine.

“Don’t you see, Jenna,” He whispered, balling his hands into fists, “If it weren’t for me interfering in your life you wouldn’t have those scoundrels after you! It is entirely my fault for involving myself with a mortal!” Now he was ranting, “I should have been smarter and stayed away from you. You wouldn’t have to worry about watching your every move and being wary of strangers…”

“Just stop alright? You’re making my headache worse!” I was rubbing my temples to trying and ease the pounding. “I told you before I wouldn’t wish anything to be different about this. You are my friend end of story.”

“But-“

“No!” I shouted, “Enough! I don’t want to hear anymore about you being a mistake! You aren’t one so please stop with the self loathing. It’s starting to get on my nerves.”

“I heard him chuckle lightly, “Alright alright, I’ll ease up a little. At least until you are on your feet again. “

I smiled.

Adam encouraged me to get more rest, for which I was grateful. I easily slid back into sleep, and woke many hours later. Adam was sitting in the chair across from my bed, watching me quietly, a dark look in his emerald eyes. I watched him warily.

Another thought!

Well this is a shorter post than my other one. The wording never quite seemed to flow the way I wanted so most of the thought is still residing in my head. However I do hope that you enjoy what is written so far! Please do remember that all these things that I have posted are just the raw thoughts that are flowing from my mind. They haven't been polished in any way. Once I get them polished I do hope that they will improve dramatically. So if you don't like the wording right now, keep a look out for an edited and modified version! And as always comments are welcome and appreciated. Thanks to those of you who actually read my posts! It's exciting to see who has visited the land of my writings!

Anyway I hope you enjoy!

“No!” I cried as his breathing ceased. “You can’t die! No please. Please Adam wake up! You have to get up!”

Tears were streaming down my face as I gripped his shirt tighter. “Please Adam wake up!” I was shrieking now, pounding my fists on his chest. “You have to get up!”

Gentle hands tried to pull me away from Adam’s body, but I tried to fight them.

“Jenna let go. He’s gone.” Darren whispered gently grasping my hands in his own.

I refused to believe his words. Adam couldn’t be gone. He wasn’t supposed to get hurt or-or…I couldn’t finish the though.

“No.” I whispered hoarsely, shaking off Darren’s touch. “He-he can’t be. I won’t believe it.”

“Jenna you need to let him go. We have to get you back before it’s too late!” Darren’s grip was firmer this time, but I cried out trying to fight him off.

He was able to hoist me into his arms. “No Adam!” I cried struggling from his grip. “Please let me go! I-I need him! Adam please wake up! This isn’t funny anymore.”

“Jenna!”Darren’s stern voice caught my attention. I turned up to face him. “You have to understand. He’s not coming back. Adam’s gone. “

I felt my stubborn hope crumble as reality set in. He was gone. Tears pooled at my eyes and my body began to tremble. Darren held me close as I unleashed my anguish.

Another Post to follow yesterday's idea!

Here's another post about what I was writing yesterday. I changed the name of the girl, but not the idea really. I kind of like this story a lot so far and am anxious to continue to write!

This charade had to end sometime. He had to know that I knew something was very different about him.

“You know you can’t really fool me Adam,” I remarked casually, before he got too far down the lane.

Adam froze and slowly turned to face me, his emerald eyes hooded with a dark look. He stiffly walked back to my side and grabbed my elbow rather tightly, leading me to a more secluded spot.

“What do you know of anything?” he hissed as he shoved me lightly onto a park bench. I continued on, unruffled by his behavior

“You couldn’t possibly be anything human,” I stated, still casual. His eyes widened at my comment.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” I started, faltering slightly. Should I tell him it was just a feeling I had or that it was just a hunch? What proof did I have against him? “It’s hard to explain really. It’s just the feeling I get I suppose. You-you just seem to appear out of nowhere. You know all the answers to questions. You never seem to get hurt or tired, or-or anything! It’s like you don’t belong here.” I said the last part quietly. He didn’t belong here. Especially with someone like me.

“Suppose you’re right Jenna,” he remarked quietly an edge in his husky voice, “Suppose I’m not human. Would that really change anything?”

“Well no Adam it wouldn’t.”

“It should though!” he remarked heatedly, “It should change everything. You should be running from me, screaming for help. And yet you sit here as though nothing is out of the ordinary.”

“I just want to know the truth.”

He laughed mirthlessly, “The truth? That’s all you want is the truth? Believe me Jenna it would be far better if you didn’t know the truth. It’s already a dangerous situation for you now.”

“Why?” I asked puzzled. He was talking in circles and it was maddening, “Why is it dangerous? Why can’t I know the truth?”

Adam leapt to his feet enraged, “Don’t you care for your safety?! You’d subjected to worst kind of degradation imaginable and you still want to know the truth? Believe me if you knew the truth, you’d refuse to be in my life.” He looked pained, “Perhaps that is how it should be however.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I retorted fiercely, “you can’t scare me away with some idle threat.”

“Oh believe me Jenna it isn’t an idle threat. It’s a promise. They’ll find you wherever you are and then they’ll …” He trailed off as a shudder wracked my body. He didn’t need to finish. My imagination could fill in the blanks.

“Alright Adam,” I conceded quietly, fiddling with the strap of my backpack. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that you can trust me.”

He smiled weakly as he sat next to me, “I know that Jenna. I’ve known that for awhile now.”

The man grabbed my wrists roughly giving me a wicked smile, his putrid breath flooding my nostrils.

“Let me go!” I shriek tugging at his unusually firm grip, “Leave me alone!”

“Ah ah ah dear Jenna,” He retorted clicking his tongue tightening his grip, I hissed in pain. “Darius would be very displeased if I didn’t follow through with his request. You see you’ve caught his fancy and he’d like very much to meet you. Especially since you are so close to Adam. Yes, he’s very interested in you.”

“Get away from her!” Adam’s roar rang across the courtyard. He was sprinting towards me and the hooded man. The man merely laughed at the remark and yanked tighter on my wrists. I let out a yelp of pain.

“Sorry Adam I don’t believe that will be happening anytime soon.” He chuckled lightly.

A loud ringing erupted in my ears and the image around me seemed to shake. Adam had stopped a few feet in front of us and stood watching in horror. Then things started to get fuzzy and the ringing became louder. I closed my eyes to block out the picture.

“Don’t worry Jenna,” The man whispered in my ear, “This is what Adam experiences all the time.”

My heart plummeted in to my stomach at his words. We were time travelling. And Adam had no way of knowing where I would be.

So Many Ideas!

Well here it is! Yet another idea. You see I recently watched part of the interview that Stephanie Meyer did on Oprah on Friday and I've had this idea sort of stewing in the back of my mind. And as I watched her something must have triggered in me and I was struck with inspiration! Yay! And I know what you might think: that I'm not being original or something like that but I can assure you that my idea isn't anything like hers. I was merely inspired by the fact that she was able to write a novel at a young age and so can I! I'm a mother of two wonderful children, but writing has always been my passion and I need to express that in some form of writing or another. That way I can feel a release of pent up emotions and also so that my children, when they get old enough, will be able to see what I've written and perhaps they will be inspired too!

Well anyway enough of my ranting, I wrote this down not too long ago. I have the ideas for a small novel working in my head right now and I thought I'd write it out before I forgot it. Don't panic or anything if you think that I'm just being a flake when it comes to my writing. I fully intend to finish my short story for the competition as well as my other novels. This idea sort of popped into my head and I simply couldn't resist writing it down. You never know what ideas may turn out to be a great one!

So without further ado! Here it is! Let me know what you think!

Something wasn’t right. I could sense it as I walked out of my last class of the day. The air felt thick and foreboding as though something profound was about to happen.

“But what could happen around here?” I murmured quietly as I tightened the grip on my backpack. The campus seemed quiet enough, but I wasn’t about to go seeking danger either.

There weren’t many students about at this time of day. Most had been done with classes for a few hours now, but I was one of the “lucky” few who had to attend a class in the evening. And every night as I stepped out into the darkness of campus my mind started to play tricks on me. Most of the time I could just shrug it off as an over active imagination, but today it felt…different. It felt as though there was really something to fear.

I shuddered involuntarily and hurried towards my dorm, hoping that my roommate was home.

“Amanda,” a voice whispered from the trees. I froze, suddenly terrified. I recognized that voice.

“Amanda,” it called again. Part of me ached to search for him, but the rational side of me admonished such a thought. I was far too dangerous.

“Please Amanda,” it whispered again, but shook my head violently to rid my mind of the spell his voice cast over me.

“No,” I whispered glaring in the direction of the voice. I wouldn’t listen to him. I wouldn’t let myself fall again.

A deep growl erupted from the trees and that was all it took for my mind to kick my body into gear. I took off like a bolt of lightning, praying I wouldn’t trip in my haste. I had to get away from that voice. That hauntingly beautiful and dangerous voice.

Something tackled me and I went sprawling to the ground, my palms scraping against the cement. I struggled to get to my feet, but he was quicker. He grabbed a hold of my ankle and forced me to go tumbling to the ground once more. Swiftly grabbing my wrists, he pinned me so that I was unable to move.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “Oh Amanda, I thought you were smarter than that. Did you really think you could outrun me? I must applaud you though. You did try quite valiantly to escape me. But my dear you will learn soon enough that I don’t allow people to escape once they’ve caught my interest. “

Something was placed over my mouth and nose and I inhaled a foul smell. I tried not to gag and this made him chuckled lightly.

My world started to go hazy. Colors began to meld into one another and I fought against the sudden need to sleep. The last thing I remember was his face and the thought: The man standing above me wasn’t Adam.

There is certainly room for improvement don't you think. Trust me when I say that this was just an idea that literally popped into my head and was immediately put down on paper. So it's very rough and needs quite a bit of work. But it's the thought that counts right now, eh? Haha...anyway...that's all for now! I'll keep you posted on things I promise! I do appreciate all those of you who've stumbled upon my blog and are enjoying my writings (and ramblings). I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing!

And now, off to bed I go! Church tomorrow and then a nap for me in the afternoon! Yay! God Bless you all and sweet dreams!

So I've been Thinking...

Well I'm getting pretty good and being a consistent writer! Yay me! That's one accomplishment I'm enjoying. And I know that I haven't been all that consistent lately, but it is due to a very specific reason that I shall not go into too much detail about right now. But on to the writing!

I've been struggling lately trying to figure out which storyline I want to take with my short story. And it's due in a few weeks! How scary is that! But exciting too! I'm anxious to get my thoughts all sorted out. Here's the dilemma:

Should I make the story about Rachael meeting her beau at the dance along with her creepy stalker guy being there. Sort of a light-hearted fluffly type story.

Or,

Should I make the story about the creepy stalker guys unwanted attention towards Rachael and her beau meeting her and coming to her rescue.

Or,

Should I make the story about a memory that Rachael has about her beau and then surprisingly meets him again under different circumstances (perhaps painful ones).

Or,

Should I make it into a comedy about Rachael seeking an excuse at a party to avoid the advances of her hair-brained mother, and/or stalker fellow and grabbing the attention of her beau by claiming to be his girlfriend.

Well what do you think? So many options right? ugh. Sometimes it gets hard to get my imagination to slow down and I can't seem to hold on to just one good idea! Well my dear readers what do you think? Those of you who actually read this blog I want your opinion! I promise it will be a valid and well contemplated decision and your input is very welcome and appreciated and encouraged! I seek guidance!

A new endeavor...

So, I've been thinking lately ( yes I do this a lot dear mystery readers!) that I should just write a quick little note about how things are going with my writing endeavors. And to be quite honest, they aren't really going well. Hmm...perhaps I should clarify that statement. What I mean is that things are going well creatively, just not publishingly (ha! I created a new word). And I am tempted to get discouraged, but I absolutely refuse to accept failure. I love writing too much and I think that putting it into writing is actually making me feel better. So I may be slightly discouraged right now, but I am going to keep trying. And if I never get published, then at least I did something I love to do. You know what they say, "You fail if you never try at all." That's my philosophy and I want to stick to it!

I promise you dear people who read my blog that I will post another little snippet soon!

Another Snippet...Reviews welcome!

Here is another little drabble that I've thought of in my spare time. I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile, It's been rather hectic around here! Hope you enjoy my mysterious readers whoever you may be!

In my haste to get away from Jacob, the hem of my dress got caught on the dangerously high heels that Angela had insisted I wear tonight. I felt my balance shift and was certain I'd be making contact with the floor momentarily.

A strong pair of arms were there to steady me and I looked up int the face of my savior.

William Davenport. Of course it would be him.

I felt a blush creep across my face and I knew I was now a lovely shade of tomato. William only laughed lightly at my startled features and blazing red skin.

"Anxious to get away from someone Rachael?" He teased. My stomach dropped. I wasn't as nonchalant as I had hoped.

"Um well actually," I tried to think of an excuse... "Alright you caught me! But don't tell anyone alright?"

"Secret is safe with me." He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Rachael there you are!" I heard the all to familiar nasally voice called out. I turned warily towards the voice and saw, much to my displeasure, that Jacob had been quick to follow me after all.

"Oh um hi Jacob," I fumbled for the right words, "I uh didn't know you were looking for me. Sorry."

I knew it sounded pathetic, but I hoped that Jacob wouldn't notice how terrible of a liar I was. William tried to hide a smirk. I felt my cheeks burn more from the humiliation.

"Oh that's alright," Jacob replied patting my shoulder. "I didn't expect your beautifully simple mind to think of such details as me trying to find you. I assume, if I may, that you were most likely admiring the outfit of one of your many charming friends. After all isn't that what most women do?" He smiled and I tried to withhold the biting remark that threatened to burst from my lips.

Instead I forced myself to smile as though nothing was wrong. It really wouldn't be fair to ruin Angela's party by giving the most obnoxious person here a good tongue lashing.

"Oh yes of course Jacob," I mumbled a reply through gritted teeth. Jacob didn't seem to notice. Will continued to stand silently and watch our conversation with a big grin on his face.

"Ah well it doesn't really matter though." Jacob waved his hand graciously, "But now that I've caught up to you I'd like to ask if you'd be my dance partner for the next dance?"

"Well, uh, Jacob," I was terrible at refusing a dance! I shot a pleading look at William 'please help me!'

"Actually Jacob," Will cut in, taking my arm, "Rachael already agreed to dance the next few dances with me."

Jacob's demeanor changed rapidly. His eyes narrowed into slits and I could see his hand ball into a fist. The creepy vibe in my brain went on high alert and I was afraid that he'd do something drastic. Will tightened his hold on my arm.

However, he was able to compose himself quickly, though no smile graced his face.

"Ah well, then to the victor go the spoils. At least for now. Well played Mr. Davenport, she is quite the prize. But the game has just begun." He spun on his heel and stiffly walked away.

Comments? Anyone?

Hello? Is there anyone there? I'd really love to hear from you!

A Short Story Snippet (Major Editing to follow!)

Here's a small sample of the short story that I'm working on for the contest that I'm entering either this November December. Now believe me when I say that there will be major editing and a lot of changes made, but I was struck with an idea and I wrote it down in haste. I thought you'd like to read it! I mean if there are actually people reading my blog. I'd love to hear comments! Thanks a bunch.

M.M.D.M.D. (My title shall remain secret for now. Unless of course you figure it out.)

I was nervous.

No, scratch that, I was terrified.

I was terrified of so many things. But mostly I was terrified of myself; of what I felt and how far my heart had strayed from my rationality. And as I exited the car, I couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering wildly in my chest. Tonight was the first dance I had been to since... well since I had met my match. I guess you could say that this was the first dance I had been to since I had fallen in love. Not rational, logical love, but fairytale love. The kind you dream about and wish for all your life, but never really imagine it happening to you.

I wasn't nervous about the dance itself. No that was the easy part. I could smile and say all the right things to people. I could handle the numerous conversations and even the awkward dance partners. No I was nervous because he was going to be there...

My heart soared and plummeted at the same time as I thought of the ebony locks and jade green eyes. I desperately fought down the urge to crawl back in my car and head for the safety of home. But I couldn't do that. No. I had promised Angela that I would come and support her. After all it was her engagement party and she was my best friend...She and David had waited so long and gone through too many things together. For them to finally be engaged and that much closer to marriage, well all the pain in the world was worth it to see them happy.

A stray curl blew in my face and I realized, much to my embarrassment that I was still leaning against my car in the parking lot, staring off into space. How long had I been standing here? A blush crept up on my cheeks and I scurried towards the door, tripping only once up the stairs ( record for me, especially with the heels I was wearing). I briefly registered in my mind how stunning the marble staircase looked against the glow of the lighting, and how picturesque the scene seemed to be...

Well what do you think? Do you like it? Hate it? Can't stand it? Let me know! I'd love to hear from anyone interested in what I've written. And if you are just interested in the competition that I'm planning on entering let me know! I'll give you details!

Short story snippets...

"Stop!" I shouted squeezing my eyes shut in frustration, "I-I can't take it anymore! Just stop."

Will looked at me confused, but he silenced his declarations and merely watched me from across the room, a thoughtful expression on his face.

I hesitated a moment but then gritted my teeth in determination. It had to be said. "I can't...I can't accept you Will. You and I both know it'd never work anyway. You can't stand me, and I certainly can't picture the two of us together."

The color drained from his face. It was obvious the William Davenport was not used to rejection. A steely gaze overtook his features and he gave me a hard stare.

"This is the only reply that I get? Really Rachel? Don't you think that it's rather rude to talk to someone in my position like that? Especially when they've told you how they feel about you?"

I glared in response, "Yes that's the only reply you get! And why on earth would I talk to you any differently. Just because you have money, doesn't make you better than anyone else. And as to the feelings that you have, I'm sure that all your criticisms will help you get over any infatuation you have with me. Believe me mister Davenport, this is just a fling and you'll soon forget me and move onto the next girl who catches your fancy."

Author's Note: So what do you think? This is just a thought I was struck with as I sat down to write about my works. Believe me when I say that it is a very rough draft of what I want to write. Does it sounds oddly familiar? Yet, different right? Well at least that's what I'm hoping for. I don't want to copy someone else's brilliant work. I'd rather be known for my own unique style of writing. But before I continue I'd like at least one response to know if people are actually reading this thing! Thanks!

My Humble Opinion on The Creative Process

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I've come to the conclusion that no two people have the same creative process. We are all such diverse people that it'd be hard to have the exact same process as the person right next to you right? And for that matter why would we want to share the same creative process in the first place? I believe that it would make for a very uncreative life. One that wasn't full of new adventures and exciting places. We wouldn't have novels or short stories that differed so entirely. Nor would we have the depth or passion needed to be a creative writer. In short, life would be very boring.

Now I've read of many author's creative processes. Some authors merely think of something that interests them and BAM, they can create a masterpiece. It's as if they pull something fabulous from thin air. Still other authors actually have to let their minds freely wander in order to create a masterpiece. In this scenario, it's as if inspiration slowly creeps up on them. And that got me to thinking and I've wondered about how inspiration strikes me and I think I have the answer. Inspiration and the creative process in my life take place when I'm happy, comfortable, and relaxed. I'm happy with my surroundings and the people in my life. If something is amiss, then it's as if my creative process sort of shuts down. In essence I seem to take inspiration from my surroundings and experiences and meld them into these fantastical and amusing, lovable stories that my mind conjures up when I'm relaxed and resting. Especially when I'm dreaming. I mean I once dreamt that I was Moses! Still a girl mind you, but Moses none the less. Now if that's not creative I simply don't know what is.

But the point of this whole little spiel is simply this, I believe that each and every one of us has the ability and talent to be creative. We may have different fields of creativity, but the passion and drive and the pure talent is embedded in each of us. The trick is to actually believe that such creativity can be put to good use. If we believe that what we think and feel matters, then it simply does. No one can take away our creativity and passions and talents unless we allow it. If we don't believe, then who will? I refuse to be one of the people who gives up on my dreams. Even if I never get a single piece of writing published in my life, I will continue to write. I will continue to let my creative process work wonders with my imagination. And I will certainly never let the fear of failure ever stop me from doing what I love.

And that's my humble opinion...

Just a note

So I think that I've finally figured out to get things rolling so that there are actually readers to this thing. I wouldn't have started a blog about my writing if I wasn't hoping that people would come across it and actually want to read things! I mean seriously, why on earth would someone do that? Well I do hope that someone will find this blog usefully, or at the very least a big entertaining!

But here's a note about my writing thus far, I am currently working on a couple of key scenes in my short story, though I do believe that there is a great potential for this to become a rather lengthy novel if I keep up with the ideas that I have. Right now my main heroine, Rachel, has some pretty amusing encounters with the love interest. (I may end up changing her name. I don't know if I particularly care of the name that I have currently).

I wish that I had more energy to write at the moment. But alas I've been terribly ill and taking care of terribly ill little children...oh the drama! And, sad to say, my laptop has been in disrepair for a few months now and I haven't been able to use it. This makes it difficult to keep up with all the ideas that I have floating about in my head. Especially, when all I have to keep track of my thoughts is a notebook. My fingers simply do not fly fast enough to properly extract all the ideas that are stuck in my mind....hopefully that will be remedied soon.

Post Number 2: About writing this time! Promise!

Okay so I realize that I just posted but, I figured that I might as well post another one just to let anyone who is reading this know how the writing is coming for my competitions and for my novel, which may now be turning into two! Exciting? Yes I realize it!

Well I've been bouncing some ideas around in my head for this short story about a girl who is absolutely obsessed with "Pride and Prejudice." Yes I realize that it may sound a little cliche, but I promise you it isn't! Well you see, her problem is is that she wants a handsome and charming guy to like her, but she constantly compares them to her version of Mr. Darcy, thus making it impossible for anyone to get near her affection-wise. Ahh...but the plot thickens you see....her desire is to find the right guy, like in the book, but she just doesn't realize how many similarities the book has to her own life. And I know that it may sound WAAAY Cliche, but it isn't. I've taken a large departure from the actual text of the novel, but you will be able to see the similarities in there. I'll have to post some of what I've written down next time. I don't have my notebook here with me...'sob sob' I shouldn't have forgotten it but alas I am of the absentminded type...it can't be helped!

ARGH!

Well this is just pathetic really! I come up with a brilliant plan to start posting on a blog about my writing and absolutely no one is interested! Hmm...well truthfully I can understand that but still! It is rather disheartening to see that no one is reading anything that I'm posting...am I even talking to anyone or just blathering on like an idiot? Hm...

A writer can be found anywhere....

Well I've finally done it! I've created a blog strictly for writing purposes! Of course there's still the family blog, but this will be the haven where I explore my writings and bounce ideas around in the vast world known as the internet! Hopefully there will be a few people who actually consent to reading this darn thing! I need feedback from lots of souls! And hopefully one day I'll be a well known author and you can safely say that you all helped me to become so! Talk about a great resume detail to add right? Haha...anyway I digress...

So I'll post a few things, maybe a couple of places where you can go to observe some of my writings. I'm currently working on two short stories, some fan-based writing, though I'll not share that here and of course my every present novel. Talk about a lot of random ideas popping about in your head! I'll get as much of them up as I can in the next few days. Believe me it'll take time. My laptop died and took all of my work with it! The agony I have suffered. Hopefully though it was for the best and all will work out in the end. The most pressing items right now are the short stories. They are for a couple of competitions that I am entering at Writer's Digest. Wish me luck! And with that I bid you ado...though I suppose I could leave you with a line from one of my short stories that has been floating about...

"Do you honestly think that I could love anyone else besides you? Seriously woman are you that dense? Perhaps you didn't recognize the romantic advances of the male species? I take it you aren't experienced in that category of courtship."

Lots of love!

Kaleigh