With the new year rolling in here in the next twelve hours I’m contemplating how I should start the new year. There are so many things I want to do and accomplish, in particular finishing my novel. But the trick is how to start everything. How should I begin to start writing again? What sort of schedule should I attempt? And the list of questions could go on and on. But I suppose that’s what makes it exciting. It’s a new year and new dreams and ideas are coming forth and I have 365 full days ahead of me to try and accomplish my dreams and goals. Let's hope that this year will be filled with fun and laughter and the joy that comes from living a full and rich life. So Happy New Year! And I hope that all your goals and dreams come to fruition! I will certainly be posting some of my writing as soon as my computer has been repaired! It's a waiting game right now...
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Getting back into the swing of things...
Well I haven't updated in a long time...a slacker blog fail I will admit...but I still don't have my computer cord and it is hard to update on your novel when it is trapped on a laptop that is currently unable to be charged...but I'm hoping that in the next few weeks to get my cord and get everything restarted and back on track...this in turn will hopefully allow for many more updates and enjoyable reading experiences from me!
Also, I've decided to try my hand at Tumblr...which I suppose is the same as having this little blog, but I thought I'd give it a shot. It seems kinda fun and it's a way for me to push my novel ideas out to the world in as many ways as possible. Or at least that's what the theory is. For those of you who read this and prefer blogspot then by all means stay here. I will be updating both regularly with similar content so you won't be missing out on anything. I just figure that Tumblr and Blogspot can work hand in hand for me to help the world to get to know me better...hehe...sounds kind of selfish doesn't it? Let's hope that it works and I'm not wasting my time eh?
Also, I've decided to try my hand at Tumblr...which I suppose is the same as having this little blog, but I thought I'd give it a shot. It seems kinda fun and it's a way for me to push my novel ideas out to the world in as many ways as possible. Or at least that's what the theory is. For those of you who read this and prefer blogspot then by all means stay here. I will be updating both regularly with similar content so you won't be missing out on anything. I just figure that Tumblr and Blogspot can work hand in hand for me to help the world to get to know me better...hehe...sounds kind of selfish doesn't it? Let's hope that it works and I'm not wasting my time eh?
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
NaNo and Computer issues....
I know I should have updated sooner, seeing as how it is now December and NaNoWriMo is officially over. And I will be completely honest and admit that I didn't reach the 50,000 word goal that was established. My total word count was, however, over 20,000 words which I think is a great accomplishment so I won't be too hard on myself for not succeeding at the 50,000 goal. Afterall, it is said that it is better to aim for the moon and land among the stars than to never try at all. So I aimed high and landed lower than I would have liked, but I landed higher than where I started. That's all that matters in the end.
And what I've come to understand through attempting NaNoWriMo is that I do have the potential to do something amazing and wonderful in writing. I can do this. I can write a novel if I really put forth the effort and stick to my course. I also realized that because I am a perfectionist, I need to approach writing a novel through a much more laid back method than I have been. NaNoWriMo was all about word count, not perfect content, and this helped me to establish my goals as a writer and create a better approach to creating a novel. When I focused on simply getting the ideas out, rather than how good they were I was able to get more accomplished. And, if truth be told, I felt a lot better about myself for how much I accomplished when I didn't focus on perfecting an idea. And I know that I will be able to ge this novel finished if I continue to write in this manner. I know that many of my ideas will not be good enough to make the final cut when to start to edit my story, but at least I will have the whole story down. That is the goal that I wish to achieve. And that's how I'm going to go about finishing this novel. So thank you NaNoWriMo for helping me to see what I need to do in order to achieve my dreams.
Alas, I do have some bad news. It would seem that my computer cord for my laptop has officialy decided to die on me. I cannot charge my computer, and therefore I cannot continue to work on my novel at the present moment. It is rather aggravating to say the least. So be patient with me for the slow updates. I don't have my current draft available at the moment so I'll just be writing random scenes for now.
And, to all you who read this blog let me just say, I appreciate your support for my dream and goals. I hope you enjoy reading this blog as much as I enjoy writing it. I will update more often and I will have more ideas to throw out to you, so stay tuned! And, as always, feedback is more than welcome and appreciated.
And what I've come to understand through attempting NaNoWriMo is that I do have the potential to do something amazing and wonderful in writing. I can do this. I can write a novel if I really put forth the effort and stick to my course. I also realized that because I am a perfectionist, I need to approach writing a novel through a much more laid back method than I have been. NaNoWriMo was all about word count, not perfect content, and this helped me to establish my goals as a writer and create a better approach to creating a novel. When I focused on simply getting the ideas out, rather than how good they were I was able to get more accomplished. And, if truth be told, I felt a lot better about myself for how much I accomplished when I didn't focus on perfecting an idea. And I know that I will be able to ge this novel finished if I continue to write in this manner. I know that many of my ideas will not be good enough to make the final cut when to start to edit my story, but at least I will have the whole story down. That is the goal that I wish to achieve. And that's how I'm going to go about finishing this novel. So thank you NaNoWriMo for helping me to see what I need to do in order to achieve my dreams.
Alas, I do have some bad news. It would seem that my computer cord for my laptop has officialy decided to die on me. I cannot charge my computer, and therefore I cannot continue to work on my novel at the present moment. It is rather aggravating to say the least. So be patient with me for the slow updates. I don't have my current draft available at the moment so I'll just be writing random scenes for now.
And, to all you who read this blog let me just say, I appreciate your support for my dream and goals. I hope you enjoy reading this blog as much as I enjoy writing it. I will update more often and I will have more ideas to throw out to you, so stay tuned! And, as always, feedback is more than welcome and appreciated.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
At a Crossroads...
Well so far NaNoWriMo is going well...I'm behind in my words and probably won't get the 50,000 by the end of the month but you know what? I feel so very accomplished. I've written over 18,000 words in a little over 3 weeks. And these words were written while I continued to live my life. I didn't merely lock myself away and avoid my family and shirk my responsibilities (which would have been nice at times I'll admit). Instead I set aside time after everyone was in bed to write and contemplate the lives of my characters. And it's been rather fun.
And now I'm at a point in my novel where my characters are at a crossroads. I'm at the same place in which I had writer's block previously and have concluded that I can take my book in two entirely different directions. And so it is up to me to determine where my characters wish to be led. Where do they want me to take this story? We are standing at the crossroads in my novel and I'm just waiting to see what my characters have to say.
Also, I notice that some days I'm at a crossroads as a writer and novelist. Yes I realize that I'm young and overly ambitious and very idealistic when it comes to novel writing. And I've come to a point in writing where I need to decide whether or not I'm actually cut out for this. Fatigue and fear are setting and and the severe feeling of being inadequate are getting to me. And after having gone through half a month of literary insanity I've come to realize that I need to make some serious decisions. Do I pursue my dream of writing a book and gain that accomplishmen in my life...or do I merely give up and forget about this "silly" dream and move on to more practical uses for my time? On the one hand my mind is screaming at me to never give up and that I can do this. But on the other hand I can see how this dream may be so far-fetched and unattainable. Or is it? Which do I choose? How can I live with myself if I give up something that I've always aspired to be? But how can I face the thought of never being good enough to ever have a novel put into print.
And for me the answer is rather simple. I'd be a fool to never try to finish writing a novel. I'd be a fool to give up my dream. Nothing worth your time is ever really that easy, so why try to rationalize that my dream and goal is not worth it to me? Also, I've asked myself this question: am I writing to become a famous and rich novelist or am I writing merely because I enjoy the activity and am living my dream? And for me the answer is simple: I am writing because it is something I enjoy doing. I've always enjoyed writing and getting lost in my imagination. It's fun and exciting to see where my thoughts will take me and what type of adventures the characters in my head will create and experience. And I decided a long time ago that I would write for me. I would write because I enjoy it and if I'm the only one who ever reads the things I've written then so be it...though I will admit that part of me hopes that other will enjoy the stories that I can spin. Not for any monetary gain, but for the mere pleasure of seeing someone as excited about my characters as I am. That would be my ultimate prize.
And now I'm at a point in my novel where my characters are at a crossroads. I'm at the same place in which I had writer's block previously and have concluded that I can take my book in two entirely different directions. And so it is up to me to determine where my characters wish to be led. Where do they want me to take this story? We are standing at the crossroads in my novel and I'm just waiting to see what my characters have to say.
Also, I notice that some days I'm at a crossroads as a writer and novelist. Yes I realize that I'm young and overly ambitious and very idealistic when it comes to novel writing. And I've come to a point in writing where I need to decide whether or not I'm actually cut out for this. Fatigue and fear are setting and and the severe feeling of being inadequate are getting to me. And after having gone through half a month of literary insanity I've come to realize that I need to make some serious decisions. Do I pursue my dream of writing a book and gain that accomplishmen in my life...or do I merely give up and forget about this "silly" dream and move on to more practical uses for my time? On the one hand my mind is screaming at me to never give up and that I can do this. But on the other hand I can see how this dream may be so far-fetched and unattainable. Or is it? Which do I choose? How can I live with myself if I give up something that I've always aspired to be? But how can I face the thought of never being good enough to ever have a novel put into print.
And for me the answer is rather simple. I'd be a fool to never try to finish writing a novel. I'd be a fool to give up my dream. Nothing worth your time is ever really that easy, so why try to rationalize that my dream and goal is not worth it to me? Also, I've asked myself this question: am I writing to become a famous and rich novelist or am I writing merely because I enjoy the activity and am living my dream? And for me the answer is simple: I am writing because it is something I enjoy doing. I've always enjoyed writing and getting lost in my imagination. It's fun and exciting to see where my thoughts will take me and what type of adventures the characters in my head will create and experience. And I decided a long time ago that I would write for me. I would write because I enjoy it and if I'm the only one who ever reads the things I've written then so be it...though I will admit that part of me hopes that other will enjoy the stories that I can spin. Not for any monetary gain, but for the mere pleasure of seeing someone as excited about my characters as I am. That would be my ultimate prize.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Silencing my inner editor
Well for NaNoWriMo I am hopelessly behind in my word count, but at least I'm trying right? I'm not going to stress out needlessly if I don't make the 50,000 word deadline by the end of the month. Rather I'm trying to enjoy this time to simply write in my novel. And to silence the inner editor that is screaming at me to change a million and a half things since I started writing! It's a love hate relationship right now.
And I believe that all writers go through that inner monologue on debating on whether or not to rewrite their work. Perfectionists much? I seem to think so. But I know that if I were to heed my inner editor's wishes and screaming demands, then I'd never get this blasted novel written. My problem seems to be that I can always find a problem with my work; somewhere it can be improve and reworded and modified. And the more I look for problems with my novel the more I will find. And the more I find, the more I think I need to fix. And then I will get discouraged about my actual novel and either not want to finish it or never think that it will be good enough to warrant anyone to want to read it.
So, what I need to do is just "suck it up" and tell my inner editor to shut up!
And I believe that all writers go through that inner monologue on debating on whether or not to rewrite their work. Perfectionists much? I seem to think so. But I know that if I were to heed my inner editor's wishes and screaming demands, then I'd never get this blasted novel written. My problem seems to be that I can always find a problem with my work; somewhere it can be improve and reworded and modified. And the more I look for problems with my novel the more I will find. And the more I find, the more I think I need to fix. And then I will get discouraged about my actual novel and either not want to finish it or never think that it will be good enough to warrant anyone to want to read it.
So, what I need to do is just "suck it up" and tell my inner editor to shut up!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
NaNo update!
Well things are going alright for my NaNoWriMo thus far. I have over 7,000 words...which is nice, but still lagging on where I need to be. But if I can write a couple thousand words a day for the rest of the month I can make it to the 50,000 mark...though personally I'd prefer to have more words than that. We shall see then eh?
On a postive note, I have resolved one of the conflicts I was facing with my novel. It bothered me to no small degree, and happily the other day as I was falling asleep, the idea magically popped into my head. Thankfully I still remember the basics of what I need to write and I will incorporate it into my novel at the right time. Hooray!
Anyway, in my attempts to relax my brain for a little while from the characters that are locked in my head, I started reading some of the posts that are on the NaNoWriMo website. One such post had me laughing so hard that I thought it appropriate to share it with all of you who read this blasted blog. So I hope you enjoy! And wish me luck on my writing!
Hi all,
For a while now there's been a tradition amongst the NaNo crowd what likes to kill things. We call it the Travelling Shovel of Death.
The rules are simple. In your NaNo, you kill somone. With a shovel.
It is named the "Travelling" Shovel of Death because, well, it seems to be everywhere. Characters are killed by shovels in droves as soon as their authors find out about this mystical shovel- whether their world has shovels or not. It seems to be infectious. I know a number of characters have died at unfair hands wielding a shovel in my novels, granting me many words to add to my wordcount.
Desperate for a few thousand words? Got a character you don't really like any more? The Travelling Shovel of Death is the solution for you!
Travelling Shovel of Death FAQs (stolen from yangnome, 2009)
What can I do with the shovel?
Use it as a murder weapon. Kill a main character, a supporting character, or even a background character.
What if I don’t like violent scenes?
Have the shovel show up bloody on the ground, or maybe just a body that has been beaten. You don’t need to describe the murder to use the shovel, though I’m sure it wouldn’t stop you.
Why use the shovel to murder someone?
Easy, it provides conflict. Conflict drives stories.
Couldn't I just use a gun or a knife, maybe a sword?
I’m sure you could. Personally, I haven’t seen any guns knives or swords traveling around from novel to novel wreaking destruction though. The shovel is something bigger than you or I. It is bigger than our novels. It is a weapon of mass destruction if you will.
What if I don’t want to use the shovel?
No one is forcing you. Don’t be surprised though if it pops into your novel. It popped into mine. Others who heard of the shovel couldn’t resist. Can you?
Does it have to be used as a murder weapon?
I suppose not, but the shovel has developed a taste for blood.
What do I do with the shovel when I am done?
Return it. Set it free so it can travel to another place, another land, maybe even another world.
I’m still not convinced.
Well, use of the shovel will provide you with words. Anyone could easily milk a small 1,000-word scene from the shovel. Those more talented could get more. Heck, I’d bet someone could even get a whole novel out of the shovel’s exploits.
Are there any rules regarding the use of the shovel?
No, but we would like to hear about its use. Post the fact that you send it here, and maybe the excerpt from its use.
This sounds silly. It couldn’t possibly fit in my novel.
Maybe you are correct. I don’t know what you are writing about. The first year the shovel visited me, I wasn't writing a silly novel and it fit in mine with little problem. TSoD does not discriminate based on genre.
Anything else I need to know about the shovel?
No. Well, don't turn your back on it.
On a postive note, I have resolved one of the conflicts I was facing with my novel. It bothered me to no small degree, and happily the other day as I was falling asleep, the idea magically popped into my head. Thankfully I still remember the basics of what I need to write and I will incorporate it into my novel at the right time. Hooray!
Anyway, in my attempts to relax my brain for a little while from the characters that are locked in my head, I started reading some of the posts that are on the NaNoWriMo website. One such post had me laughing so hard that I thought it appropriate to share it with all of you who read this blasted blog. So I hope you enjoy! And wish me luck on my writing!
Hi all,
For a while now there's been a tradition amongst the NaNo crowd what likes to kill things. We call it the Travelling Shovel of Death.
The rules are simple. In your NaNo, you kill somone. With a shovel.
It is named the "Travelling" Shovel of Death because, well, it seems to be everywhere. Characters are killed by shovels in droves as soon as their authors find out about this mystical shovel- whether their world has shovels or not. It seems to be infectious. I know a number of characters have died at unfair hands wielding a shovel in my novels, granting me many words to add to my wordcount.
Desperate for a few thousand words? Got a character you don't really like any more? The Travelling Shovel of Death is the solution for you!
Travelling Shovel of Death FAQs (stolen from yangnome, 2009)
What can I do with the shovel?
Use it as a murder weapon. Kill a main character, a supporting character, or even a background character.
What if I don’t like violent scenes?
Have the shovel show up bloody on the ground, or maybe just a body that has been beaten. You don’t need to describe the murder to use the shovel, though I’m sure it wouldn’t stop you.
Why use the shovel to murder someone?
Easy, it provides conflict. Conflict drives stories.
Couldn't I just use a gun or a knife, maybe a sword?
I’m sure you could. Personally, I haven’t seen any guns knives or swords traveling around from novel to novel wreaking destruction though. The shovel is something bigger than you or I. It is bigger than our novels. It is a weapon of mass destruction if you will.
What if I don’t want to use the shovel?
No one is forcing you. Don’t be surprised though if it pops into your novel. It popped into mine. Others who heard of the shovel couldn’t resist. Can you?
Does it have to be used as a murder weapon?
I suppose not, but the shovel has developed a taste for blood.
What do I do with the shovel when I am done?
Return it. Set it free so it can travel to another place, another land, maybe even another world.
I’m still not convinced.
Well, use of the shovel will provide you with words. Anyone could easily milk a small 1,000-word scene from the shovel. Those more talented could get more. Heck, I’d bet someone could even get a whole novel out of the shovel’s exploits.
Are there any rules regarding the use of the shovel?
No, but we would like to hear about its use. Post the fact that you send it here, and maybe the excerpt from its use.
This sounds silly. It couldn’t possibly fit in my novel.
Maybe you are correct. I don’t know what you are writing about. The first year the shovel visited me, I wasn't writing a silly novel and it fit in mine with little problem. TSoD does not discriminate based on genre.
Anything else I need to know about the shovel?
No. Well, don't turn your back on it.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Another Update
Well so far so good with NaNoWriMo...I'm up to 4045 words...not bad eh? Except that if I go on a daily basis I'm supposed to be at over 6660 words...sheesh there's some ground to make up there! But I'm making progress...things are moving forward...slowly but surely! I'll update a post soon with some of my rewritten work. Hopefully it sounds somewhat decent.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Am I Crazy?
I'm staring at the clock right now...40 minutes until November...and with that comes NaNoWriMo...am I crazy for doing this? Will I even succeed? And if I do somehow manage ot accomplish this amazing feat, what will the end result be? Will I have a novel that I actually appreciate and enjoy, or will this just prove that I lack the talent to actually make something of myself as a writer? Talk about scary eh? But, I suppose I shall never know unless I actually try to write something. How will I ever expect to get somewhere and live my dream if I'm too frightened to step outside of my comfort zone and show the world what I can do as a writer?
So, deep breath...here goes nothing...
Let the chaos begin...
So, deep breath...here goes nothing...
Let the chaos begin...
Friday, October 29, 2010
A Revelation...
NaNoWriMo begins in a few days! I must say I'm freaking out slightly. But at the same time I'm rather excited...though I believe I won't be getting much sleep these next few weeks...not that this would be a drastic change in my current habits anyway...but still!
Anyway...I digress...what I wanted to write about is the fact that I've made a rather interesting revelation about my novel...and it happened at four this morning as I lay awake in my bed, my mind refusing to shut off and allow me some rest! My revelation was that perhaps I should, for NaNoWriMo, rewrite my current amount of pages for my novel. Also, the idea for a much improve prologue worked it's way into my head, and I must admit that it sounds far better than the current one that I have posted as the prologue. And this made me rather excited to write
Sooo...now I wait for a few days. I'm not going to write anything in my actual novel until it is time to start NaNoWriMo...but I may sit down here in the next day or so and write an outline of the different chapters I want to accomplish. That seems to be a good plan eh? At least that's what I've told myself.
So, I'll hopefully post again in a few days with some updates about NaNoWriMo and my novel and my word count! That should be exciting! And to all you out there who read this blog and are participating in NaNoWriMo with me, best of luck to you! I applaud your efforts! Good luck!
The Novice Novelist
Anyway...I digress...what I wanted to write about is the fact that I've made a rather interesting revelation about my novel...and it happened at four this morning as I lay awake in my bed, my mind refusing to shut off and allow me some rest! My revelation was that perhaps I should, for NaNoWriMo, rewrite my current amount of pages for my novel. Also, the idea for a much improve prologue worked it's way into my head, and I must admit that it sounds far better than the current one that I have posted as the prologue. And this made me rather excited to write
Sooo...now I wait for a few days. I'm not going to write anything in my actual novel until it is time to start NaNoWriMo...but I may sit down here in the next day or so and write an outline of the different chapters I want to accomplish. That seems to be a good plan eh? At least that's what I've told myself.
So, I'll hopefully post again in a few days with some updates about NaNoWriMo and my novel and my word count! That should be exciting! And to all you out there who read this blog and are participating in NaNoWriMo with me, best of luck to you! I applaud your efforts! Good luck!
The Novice Novelist
Saturday, October 16, 2010
NaNoWriMo...
Call me crazy...in fact I'll do that myself...I do believe I can be considered quite crazy for attempting to do this...
Thanks to the encouragment from a friend, I am attempting to participated in NaNoWriMo...or National Novel Writer's Month...which consists of writing 50,000 words of a novel in the month of November alone...sounds insane doesn't it? But at the same time it sounds rather interesting. I mean how many people would agree to write 50,000 words in one month? I'm rather excited about it and really motivated to attempt to complete the challenge...
Something I've been debating, however, is whether or not to rewrite the whole novel that I have already gotten complete. That's something I will have to debate and mull over and finally decide on before November actually begins.
Something, that I have determined, however, is that I believe that my novel will end up being longer than the 50,000 words that are the "requirements" for the challenge. That being said, if I can get to that 50,000 mark and see how the novel is faring, all in the space of one month, then I will be in a good frame of mind! Wouldn't you agree?
So, for the next few weeks, my posts won't really contain much in the way of updates on my novel...at least not with excerpts from the actual text. I'm taking a break from that to prepare for the month to come. However, I will try to post updates on my character developments and ideas that I'm kicking around...maybe that will also help me organize my thoughts and intentions for my book...
All the same, wish me luck! I hope to keep my sanity this next month!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Such a Great Article...
If you have a moment you should read this!
http://www.overthinkingit.com/2008/08/18/why-strong-female-characters-are-bad-for-women/
http://www.overthinkingit.com/2008/08/18/why-strong-female-characters-are-bad-for-women/
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Some of Chapter 6...
Well as slow as things seem to be going right now, I have managed to get a small portion of chapter 6 up and running...I'm debating on whether or not to skip this little section and work on another portion until my writer's block eases for this little problem area...I should know by the end of this week what I really intend to do and I will keep you posted on what my plans are...as it is right now, I really need to put the pedal to the metal if I ever intend to finish this blasted thing! :)
But anyway, enjoy what little I have for you!
After my first class I was hesitant to exit the classroom. I didn’t want Adam to be waiting for me. But once nearly all the students were gone, I ventured towards the door. To my surprise, he wasn’t there waiting. But I was also suspicious. Cautiously, I made my way towards my Physics class, casting my eyes around for the familiar face of my stalker.
Much to my relief he was nowhere to be seen. Nor, was he found after my second class. My tension eased slightly at his absence, but my suspicions were not completely abated. I still held the sneaking notion that I would have the misfortune of meeting Adam again very soon.
However, after my third class of the day, and as I was heading towards the, I let myself relax completely. It seemed as if Adam would not be bothering me further. And I was grateful for the peace and return to normalcy. I sat in a corner of the student center, enjoying my apple and bagel, basking in the solitude that I had been granted. No one tried to bother me and I welcomed the silence. I didn’t need the and further complications with my life right now.
I hastily polished off my apple and set off towards the library. I didn’t have any classes for the rest of the day, but I was hoping to get some studying done before I headed to work to do some major damage control. Just the thought of work made me cringe. Not only would I have to deal with my manager but, Andrea would be waiting anxiously for me to “spill” my guts about my relationship with Adam. I made a face at that thought. I really didn’t want to have to explain anything.
Pushing unpleasant thoughts from my mind, I pulled the door to the library open and headed towards one of the study sections. Plopping my backpack down, I slumped into the chair and pulled out my physics book and my laptop. I had a test coming up and needed to review.
Twenty minutes later, I was more confused than when I started. I simply couldn’t concentrate on my work or formulas. My mind continually wandered to the events in the last 36 hours. With another huff of annoyance, I slammed my books shut and tossed them into my backpack. Dragging my feet I stomped towards the entrance. Several students sent me glares of annoyance for disturbing the silence but I didn’t really care that I was being rude. I hastily exited the library and headed off campus and towards work, praying that perhaps it would serve has an ample distraction from my frustration and anger instead of becoming a recreation of the Spanish Inquisition.
With a determined stride I began my trek off of campus. . Most students were either in class or indoors, avoiding the bitter winter chill that was dominant in January and it was a rare experience to be able to admire the crisp winter weather and the beauty that it could produce. The clouds from the morning had dissipated significantly and rays of sunlight began to peak through, casting eerie shadows on the porcelain ground. I stopped to gaze at a patch of undisturbed snow. The sunlight that had managed to break through the clouds beat down upon its stark whiteness, casting a rainbow of color roundabout. A smile crept on my face and I momentarily let the frustrations from today melt away, simply enjoying the stillness.
“Well hello darlin’,” my shoulders sagged in defeat and annoyance at Adam’s voice. My head shot up and I glared over my shoulder at the figure leaning against one of the barren trees.
“Can I help you?” I hissed out my eyes narrowing.
Adam straightened and walked slowly towards me, a confident smirk etched on his face, “No indeed my dear,” he replied, “I came to offer my assistance to you. If I recall correctly I believe you intended to head to work.”
I groaned in frustration, “I don’t need your help. Can you please just leave me alone?”
Adam only laughed again, “No indeed I can’t leave you alone. I made a promise my dear and I intend to keep it.”
“What promise was that?” I remarked, rolling my eyes, “was it a promise to annoy someone thoroughly until they consider calling the cops?”
Adam reached for my bag, his smile ever present, “My dear you do me a disservice with such comments.”
But anyway, enjoy what little I have for you!
After my first class I was hesitant to exit the classroom. I didn’t want Adam to be waiting for me. But once nearly all the students were gone, I ventured towards the door. To my surprise, he wasn’t there waiting. But I was also suspicious. Cautiously, I made my way towards my Physics class, casting my eyes around for the familiar face of my stalker.
Much to my relief he was nowhere to be seen. Nor, was he found after my second class. My tension eased slightly at his absence, but my suspicions were not completely abated. I still held the sneaking notion that I would have the misfortune of meeting Adam again very soon.
However, after my third class of the day, and as I was heading towards the, I let myself relax completely. It seemed as if Adam would not be bothering me further. And I was grateful for the peace and return to normalcy. I sat in a corner of the student center, enjoying my apple and bagel, basking in the solitude that I had been granted. No one tried to bother me and I welcomed the silence. I didn’t need the and further complications with my life right now.
I hastily polished off my apple and set off towards the library. I didn’t have any classes for the rest of the day, but I was hoping to get some studying done before I headed to work to do some major damage control. Just the thought of work made me cringe. Not only would I have to deal with my manager but, Andrea would be waiting anxiously for me to “spill” my guts about my relationship with Adam. I made a face at that thought. I really didn’t want to have to explain anything.
Pushing unpleasant thoughts from my mind, I pulled the door to the library open and headed towards one of the study sections. Plopping my backpack down, I slumped into the chair and pulled out my physics book and my laptop. I had a test coming up and needed to review.
Twenty minutes later, I was more confused than when I started. I simply couldn’t concentrate on my work or formulas. My mind continually wandered to the events in the last 36 hours. With another huff of annoyance, I slammed my books shut and tossed them into my backpack. Dragging my feet I stomped towards the entrance. Several students sent me glares of annoyance for disturbing the silence but I didn’t really care that I was being rude. I hastily exited the library and headed off campus and towards work, praying that perhaps it would serve has an ample distraction from my frustration and anger instead of becoming a recreation of the Spanish Inquisition.
With a determined stride I began my trek off of campus. . Most students were either in class or indoors, avoiding the bitter winter chill that was dominant in January and it was a rare experience to be able to admire the crisp winter weather and the beauty that it could produce. The clouds from the morning had dissipated significantly and rays of sunlight began to peak through, casting eerie shadows on the porcelain ground. I stopped to gaze at a patch of undisturbed snow. The sunlight that had managed to break through the clouds beat down upon its stark whiteness, casting a rainbow of color roundabout. A smile crept on my face and I momentarily let the frustrations from today melt away, simply enjoying the stillness.
“Well hello darlin’,” my shoulders sagged in defeat and annoyance at Adam’s voice. My head shot up and I glared over my shoulder at the figure leaning against one of the barren trees.
“Can I help you?” I hissed out my eyes narrowing.
Adam straightened and walked slowly towards me, a confident smirk etched on his face, “No indeed my dear,” he replied, “I came to offer my assistance to you. If I recall correctly I believe you intended to head to work.”
I groaned in frustration, “I don’t need your help. Can you please just leave me alone?”
Adam only laughed again, “No indeed I can’t leave you alone. I made a promise my dear and I intend to keep it.”
“What promise was that?” I remarked, rolling my eyes, “was it a promise to annoy someone thoroughly until they consider calling the cops?”
Adam reached for my bag, his smile ever present, “My dear you do me a disservice with such comments.”
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Working on Writer's Block
As you may be well aware I am suffering from writer's block. In an attempt to ease this obvious annoyance I sat down at my computer and began typing away at a simple idea that was lodged in my brain. The desired effect is that it will help to ease my annoying writer's block and allow me to continue to work on my novel. And while I am still struggling to get past this hump, here is the end result of my attempt to ease the stupidity that is writer's block! Enjoy
What was she to do? Elizabeth’s mind was awhirl as she hastily made her way towards the exit of the Wilkinson center. Her date for the dance, Steven Lawrence, had quite abandoned her, in favor of a pretty brunette he recognized from his Organic Chemistry class. The two had struck up a conversation and, she had been quite forgotten. However, this was not the reason for her hasty, and frantic, search for a means of escape. No, indeed, Elizabeth sought reprieve from the constant gaze and unfriendly advances of a certain Alexander Collins. The man was positively repulsive with his grease slicked hair and this spattering of brow sweat. Elizabeth inwardly shuddered at the last meeting they had shared. Out of kindness she had accepted his invitation to dance. The end result of said dance was the slimy feeling that remained on her hands and the bruised her toes suffered from his constant oafishness. And since that time, Alexander had developed an unhealthy fascination with her. More than once he professed his undying attraction to her and hopes that they could one day enter into a fortuitous union together. As kindly as she could, she tried to dissuade such advances, but the poor man seemed quite determined in his regard for her.
And tonight was no different. He had noticed her entrance and had more than once sought to obtain a dance request from her. Thankfully, her date had initially claimed her attention for the first hour, until his eyes had come across the beautiful brunette. It was then that Elizabeth was left alone to fend for herself, and Alexander knew it. More than once she spied him trying to make his way across the crowded room towards, her. Mercifully she was able to avoid him on several occasions, without it appearing as though she was deliberately running from the poor guy. However, after several successful attempts at avoiding the odious man, he seemed to have caught onto her game and was now planning his moves around hers. He was certain to catch up to Elizabeth in the next few dances. She needed to make her escape and make it now. Edging slowly towards the door, her eyes never stopped scanning the room, always wary of Alexander’s whereabouts. She didn’t want to alert him of her intention of abandon the merriment, lest he follow her to the much more secluded parking lot.
However, it was in this desperate searching for any signs of her dreaded beau, that Elizabeth bumped into a very solid form. Nearly losing her balance, a pair of arms encircled her waist and steadied her. A blush of mortification lit her cheeks as she looked up to her savior. She had to refrain from allowing her jaw to drop in amazement, for before her stood one of the most good looking men she had ever come across. He was tall with a strong muscular build. Dark ebony locks gently rested upon a pale brow and large green eyes glittered back at her. Their depths portrayed amusement and obvious annoyance at her rather clumsy greeting.
“I-I’m so sorry,” She stammered pushing herself away from his strong arms, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I-well I’m sorry for that.”
The man raised an eyebrow at her, “Yes I could see that from your obvious lack of attention to the objects that were directly in front of you. However, it did seem rather odd that you were gazing behind you as you were moving. Tell me, are you avoiding anyone here perchance?” He smirked at her, his eyes dancing.
The blush on Elizabeth’s cheeks deepened, “I, uh, well…” she trailed off unsure of how to answer the question without completely embarrassing herself. The man only laughed at her discomfort.
“It is as I thought then?” He chuckled and his smirk developed into a full blown grin. Elizabeth felt incredibly stupid, and annoyed at his obvious amusement at her expense.
“Yes well it doesn’t really matter,” she huffed, “It’s not like it’s any of your business anyway.” She sent him a glare.
The man’s grin returned to the former smirk, “Yes well however true that may be, it is still unfair for a young woman to run into someone and not have any explanation as to why they were so reckless and rude.”
Elizabeth’s eye twitched in annoyance, “I wasn’t trying to be rude!” she ground out, her eyes narrowing in annoyance, “I just didn’t think I had to explain myself to you.”
“Well more often than not, people would consider that quite a rude gesture, especially since we both know that you were in the process of avoiding someone,” The man’s eyes narrowed at her, “It would seem that you are rude in more than one way tonight.”
Anger bubbled inside of Elizabeth. How dare he! The insufferably conceited and rude man! She took a deep breath to calm her building annoyance, lest she say something truly unkind to this complete stranger.
“Well as enjoyable as this conversation has been, I’m afraid that I must be going,” She retorted moving past him. He did not try to stop her, but stood watching as she walked by.
“There you are Elizabeth!” the sweaty hand of Alexander latched onto her wrist, “I thought I’d never find you!”
Elizabeth’s heart started pounding and a surge of fear coursed through her veins. She had been caught! How was she going to get away now!
“Uh, hello Alexander,” she murmured, not meeting his gaze. In truth she was afraid of what she would find there, “I was actually just going to uh-“
“She was just going to use the restroom.”He
Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock and she gazed back towards the man, who only a moment ago, had ridiculed her behavior towards him. He stood, his gaze fixed on Alexander, a clear look of disdain coloring his features.
“Elizabeth you know Will?” Alexander remarked, clearly stunned.
Elizabeth returned her gaze to her nemesis and noted and he clearly looked uncomfortable. A new sheen of sweat was encasing his brow and he seemed a few shades paler than before.
“Yes,” was Will’s clipped reply. “We’ve known each other for quite some time now and I happened to bump into her here tonight. We got to talking, until Elizabeth excused herself to use to the restroom.” He sent Alexander a hard look, and the grip on Elizabeth’s wrist loosened.
“Oh uh sorry for that Elizabeth I didn’t mean to distract you from making your way to the restroom,” Alexander murmured gazing at her apologetically. Then his eyes glittered with a desperate hope, “Perhaps when you get back you might be willing to share the next dance with me?”
Dread flooded Elizabeth. Now that she was standing before him, she couldn’t bring herself to lie to his face. She’d have to accept his offer.
“Actually she promised me the next few dances Alex,” Will remarked coolly. Once again Elizabeth was stunned at the man’s forward behavior. But Elizabeth did not question his motives at the moment. Instead she readily agreed with Will’s remark.
“Yes I did agree to that. I’m sorry Alexander,” She mumbled quietly.
Alexander appeared completely dejected and a little angry at the turn of events. He huffed in annoyance and gave Elizabeth a hard look, though he refrained from making eye contact with Will. “Well maybe I’ll see you around and we’ll be able to dance then?”
“Uh, sure Alex,” Elizabeth replied. With a curt nod, Alexander hastily retreated from the two. Elizabeth stared in complete shock and confusion after his retreating form. What had just happened.
A chuckled resounded from behind her and she turned to face Will, “If I had known that it was Alex that you were trying to avoid I would have never have been so harsh on you before,” he remarked sending her his familiar smirk.
Elizabeth was puzzled, “How, how do you two know each other?” she questioned, “And why did you help me?”
Will’s gazed hardened again, “Our acquaintance, I’m afraid isn’t the most pleasant one. But, I do not wish to discuss that with you. Perhaps one day we might.” He countenance then lightened. He smiled at her, “And as for my motives for helping you? Well, let’s say it is partially pity and partially for my own selfish purposes.”
“Oh?” She remarked still quite confused, “What reasons are those?”
Will’s grin widened, “Well I just secured myself a date for the next few minutes did I not? And a rather pretty one at that.”
The blush returned to Elizabeth’s cheeks, but she couldn’t help but smile in return, “Indeed you did.” She replied shaking her head, “But may I know with whom I will be spending the next little while with?”
“Did you not hear Alex? My name is Will,” he laughed, and his emerald eyes danced in amusement.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes in response to this statement, “I meant your full name you dunce!”
“It’s William Darcy actually,” he chuckled smiling at her, “And you might be?”
“Elizabeth Bennett,” was her simply reply.
What was she to do? Elizabeth’s mind was awhirl as she hastily made her way towards the exit of the Wilkinson center. Her date for the dance, Steven Lawrence, had quite abandoned her, in favor of a pretty brunette he recognized from his Organic Chemistry class. The two had struck up a conversation and, she had been quite forgotten. However, this was not the reason for her hasty, and frantic, search for a means of escape. No, indeed, Elizabeth sought reprieve from the constant gaze and unfriendly advances of a certain Alexander Collins. The man was positively repulsive with his grease slicked hair and this spattering of brow sweat. Elizabeth inwardly shuddered at the last meeting they had shared. Out of kindness she had accepted his invitation to dance. The end result of said dance was the slimy feeling that remained on her hands and the bruised her toes suffered from his constant oafishness. And since that time, Alexander had developed an unhealthy fascination with her. More than once he professed his undying attraction to her and hopes that they could one day enter into a fortuitous union together. As kindly as she could, she tried to dissuade such advances, but the poor man seemed quite determined in his regard for her.
And tonight was no different. He had noticed her entrance and had more than once sought to obtain a dance request from her. Thankfully, her date had initially claimed her attention for the first hour, until his eyes had come across the beautiful brunette. It was then that Elizabeth was left alone to fend for herself, and Alexander knew it. More than once she spied him trying to make his way across the crowded room towards, her. Mercifully she was able to avoid him on several occasions, without it appearing as though she was deliberately running from the poor guy. However, after several successful attempts at avoiding the odious man, he seemed to have caught onto her game and was now planning his moves around hers. He was certain to catch up to Elizabeth in the next few dances. She needed to make her escape and make it now. Edging slowly towards the door, her eyes never stopped scanning the room, always wary of Alexander’s whereabouts. She didn’t want to alert him of her intention of abandon the merriment, lest he follow her to the much more secluded parking lot.
However, it was in this desperate searching for any signs of her dreaded beau, that Elizabeth bumped into a very solid form. Nearly losing her balance, a pair of arms encircled her waist and steadied her. A blush of mortification lit her cheeks as she looked up to her savior. She had to refrain from allowing her jaw to drop in amazement, for before her stood one of the most good looking men she had ever come across. He was tall with a strong muscular build. Dark ebony locks gently rested upon a pale brow and large green eyes glittered back at her. Their depths portrayed amusement and obvious annoyance at her rather clumsy greeting.
“I-I’m so sorry,” She stammered pushing herself away from his strong arms, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I-well I’m sorry for that.”
The man raised an eyebrow at her, “Yes I could see that from your obvious lack of attention to the objects that were directly in front of you. However, it did seem rather odd that you were gazing behind you as you were moving. Tell me, are you avoiding anyone here perchance?” He smirked at her, his eyes dancing.
The blush on Elizabeth’s cheeks deepened, “I, uh, well…” she trailed off unsure of how to answer the question without completely embarrassing herself. The man only laughed at her discomfort.
“It is as I thought then?” He chuckled and his smirk developed into a full blown grin. Elizabeth felt incredibly stupid, and annoyed at his obvious amusement at her expense.
“Yes well it doesn’t really matter,” she huffed, “It’s not like it’s any of your business anyway.” She sent him a glare.
The man’s grin returned to the former smirk, “Yes well however true that may be, it is still unfair for a young woman to run into someone and not have any explanation as to why they were so reckless and rude.”
Elizabeth’s eye twitched in annoyance, “I wasn’t trying to be rude!” she ground out, her eyes narrowing in annoyance, “I just didn’t think I had to explain myself to you.”
“Well more often than not, people would consider that quite a rude gesture, especially since we both know that you were in the process of avoiding someone,” The man’s eyes narrowed at her, “It would seem that you are rude in more than one way tonight.”
Anger bubbled inside of Elizabeth. How dare he! The insufferably conceited and rude man! She took a deep breath to calm her building annoyance, lest she say something truly unkind to this complete stranger.
“Well as enjoyable as this conversation has been, I’m afraid that I must be going,” She retorted moving past him. He did not try to stop her, but stood watching as she walked by.
“There you are Elizabeth!” the sweaty hand of Alexander latched onto her wrist, “I thought I’d never find you!”
Elizabeth’s heart started pounding and a surge of fear coursed through her veins. She had been caught! How was she going to get away now!
“Uh, hello Alexander,” she murmured, not meeting his gaze. In truth she was afraid of what she would find there, “I was actually just going to uh-“
“She was just going to use the restroom.”He
Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock and she gazed back towards the man, who only a moment ago, had ridiculed her behavior towards him. He stood, his gaze fixed on Alexander, a clear look of disdain coloring his features.
“Elizabeth you know Will?” Alexander remarked, clearly stunned.
Elizabeth returned her gaze to her nemesis and noted and he clearly looked uncomfortable. A new sheen of sweat was encasing his brow and he seemed a few shades paler than before.
“Yes,” was Will’s clipped reply. “We’ve known each other for quite some time now and I happened to bump into her here tonight. We got to talking, until Elizabeth excused herself to use to the restroom.” He sent Alexander a hard look, and the grip on Elizabeth’s wrist loosened.
“Oh uh sorry for that Elizabeth I didn’t mean to distract you from making your way to the restroom,” Alexander murmured gazing at her apologetically. Then his eyes glittered with a desperate hope, “Perhaps when you get back you might be willing to share the next dance with me?”
Dread flooded Elizabeth. Now that she was standing before him, she couldn’t bring herself to lie to his face. She’d have to accept his offer.
“Actually she promised me the next few dances Alex,” Will remarked coolly. Once again Elizabeth was stunned at the man’s forward behavior. But Elizabeth did not question his motives at the moment. Instead she readily agreed with Will’s remark.
“Yes I did agree to that. I’m sorry Alexander,” She mumbled quietly.
Alexander appeared completely dejected and a little angry at the turn of events. He huffed in annoyance and gave Elizabeth a hard look, though he refrained from making eye contact with Will. “Well maybe I’ll see you around and we’ll be able to dance then?”
“Uh, sure Alex,” Elizabeth replied. With a curt nod, Alexander hastily retreated from the two. Elizabeth stared in complete shock and confusion after his retreating form. What had just happened.
A chuckled resounded from behind her and she turned to face Will, “If I had known that it was Alex that you were trying to avoid I would have never have been so harsh on you before,” he remarked sending her his familiar smirk.
Elizabeth was puzzled, “How, how do you two know each other?” she questioned, “And why did you help me?”
Will’s gazed hardened again, “Our acquaintance, I’m afraid isn’t the most pleasant one. But, I do not wish to discuss that with you. Perhaps one day we might.” He countenance then lightened. He smiled at her, “And as for my motives for helping you? Well, let’s say it is partially pity and partially for my own selfish purposes.”
“Oh?” She remarked still quite confused, “What reasons are those?”
Will’s grin widened, “Well I just secured myself a date for the next few minutes did I not? And a rather pretty one at that.”
The blush returned to Elizabeth’s cheeks, but she couldn’t help but smile in return, “Indeed you did.” She replied shaking her head, “But may I know with whom I will be spending the next little while with?”
“Did you not hear Alex? My name is Will,” he laughed, and his emerald eyes danced in amusement.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes in response to this statement, “I meant your full name you dunce!”
“It’s William Darcy actually,” he chuckled smiling at her, “And you might be?”
“Elizabeth Bennett,” was her simply reply.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
A Unique Discovery
I admit that I am slow to get my chapter up and running. I am struggling with my writer's block currently and it is aggravating. But, while watching "Prince of Perisa" tonight I have come to a discovery: my theory of time travel in my novel is actually one that is not unique. In fact it is quite an intelligent theory that I've concoted for my story; one that even Stephen Hawking was theorizing! How amazing is that!
My theory for my novel is that despite the fact that Adam can travel back in time, he cannot alter the events of the past. He cannot change the course because it is already set in stone. He is merely a spectator in the events of the whole span of history; living it but never really participating, in a way.
So, I started to do some research on the "Grandfather Paradox" and the "Predestination Paradox" as they are called and came upon some great information. Here is the link to Wikipedia that explains my theory a little better and far more intelligent than I can!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandfather_paradox
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predestination_paradox
After reading and investigating my theory in great detail, I can gradually feel my writer's block slipping and inspiration taking root again. My mind is now abuzz with many thoughts and theories and ideas to add to my novel. It is inspiring and a great relief to be able to see the thoughts and ideas that have been stewing in my head come together, especially since I've been struggling to piece together the difficult passages and thoughts that have been swirling around in my head.
Now, my next task will be to finish this blasted chapter before it literally rips my thoughts to shreds with it's incessant pounding on my imagination, begging me to release it onto paper! Wish me the best of luck my dear readers, whoever you are!
My theory for my novel is that despite the fact that Adam can travel back in time, he cannot alter the events of the past. He cannot change the course because it is already set in stone. He is merely a spectator in the events of the whole span of history; living it but never really participating, in a way.
So, I started to do some research on the "Grandfather Paradox" and the "Predestination Paradox" as they are called and came upon some great information. Here is the link to Wikipedia that explains my theory a little better and far more intelligent than I can!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandfather_paradox
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predestination_paradox
After reading and investigating my theory in great detail, I can gradually feel my writer's block slipping and inspiration taking root again. My mind is now abuzz with many thoughts and theories and ideas to add to my novel. It is inspiring and a great relief to be able to see the thoughts and ideas that have been stewing in my head come together, especially since I've been struggling to piece together the difficult passages and thoughts that have been swirling around in my head.
Now, my next task will be to finish this blasted chapter before it literally rips my thoughts to shreds with it's incessant pounding on my imagination, begging me to release it onto paper! Wish me the best of luck my dear readers, whoever you are!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
I'm Working On It!
Alright, I admit I've been sort of a slacker lately. I haven't written much in chapter 6, though the thoughts are neatly tucked inside my head. I really do need to sit down and start to write more on this chapter. And I promise you that I will set a deadline for myself to finish this chapter and maybe half of the next one by the end of this coming week! That is, if there is anyone that actually reads this blog...sometimes I wonder about that...
Anyway, I do have thoughts running through my head and I need to do some major character development to post to you guys to give you a better understanding of what is happening in my novel. If there is anyone who would like to read it in it's entire glory (or at least what I've managed to write thus far) please feel free to e-mail me your address and I will add you to my google documents list.
Well that's all for now. I know this isn't a real post or a very valid excuse for not having a post, but it's all I've got!
-The Novice Novelist
Anyway, I do have thoughts running through my head and I need to do some major character development to post to you guys to give you a better understanding of what is happening in my novel. If there is anyone who would like to read it in it's entire glory (or at least what I've managed to write thus far) please feel free to e-mail me your address and I will add you to my google documents list.
Well that's all for now. I know this isn't a real post or a very valid excuse for not having a post, but it's all I've got!
-The Novice Novelist
Monday, August 16, 2010
Snippet of Chapter 5
Well I finally finished chapter 5 of my novel. Yay! Right? Well once again I must note that when I specify that I've completed something I really mean that I've completed the bare bones of the chapter. And I'm not going to go back and enhance the chapter until I am able to get the full novel out on paper. Or at least that's what I intend to do.
Something I realized that I need to work on is developing more of the inner monologue that Jenna has. I know I've put a lot of conversation in there because I've felt that I don't want to get too boringingly descriptive with everything. But now I realize that maybe I need to add more description and inner dialogue. And that's sort of what happened to this chapter, and it kind of makes me happy to write it. I think I prefer to write Jenna's thoughts more so than her actual interactions with the world around her. And something else that I've noticed is that when I'm able to figure out Jenna's thoughts, the conversations between her and Adam, seem to flow out much easier.
But anyway, here's a little piece from chapter 5. A little background to make things a little less confusing. Adam refuses to leave Jenna alone and is walking her to class...
“Jenna wait up!” I froze, suppressing a groan of aggravation, as a voice rang out from my left. Turning hesitantly, I spotted Andrea making a beeline towards me, her perfectly styled hair bouncing as she clamored through the crowds of people.
Coming up to me she gave me one of her winning smiles, “Hey Jenna! I didn’t see you yesterday at work. I hope you’re feeling better!” She chirped happily. I watched her sneak a peek behind me at Adam, who stood clutching my book bag. Her eyebrow rose in surprise at my companion and her smile grew larger.
“Uh yeah, sorry about missing work,” I murmured awkwardly trying to ignore her obvious interest in Adam’s presence, “I sort of had a rough day yesterday and was ordered to stay home and rest.” I made a face. I sounded pathetically stupid right now.
“Oh that’s too bad, I’m glad you’re feeling better though!” Andrea remarked lightly, her eyes still glued to the figure standing behind me. I turned slightly so that I was facing both of them. Her actions made it quite obvious that she care a great deal about my health and well-being, especially when attractive men were following me around. I bit back the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of my tongue. Andrea merely continued to stare flirtatiously at Adam, completely ignoring my presence. Adam returned her smile with a cheeky one of his own.
“Actually the fault was entirely mine about yesterday. You see I sort of caused an accident here on campus with my rude behavior and I ended up giving Jenna a rather nasty concussion,” Adam addressed Andrea. I wanted to die.
“Oh!” She replied, a dreamy look crossed her face. I wanted to gag, “Well I’m glad you’re making sure she’s okay now. What a noble thing to do.”
“I feel a deep obligation to the situation and Jenna has been so gracious about the whole situation,” He remarked sending her a winning smile. I heard her give a quiet dreamy sigh and vaguely wondered if Adam had heard her. I suppressed a giggle at that reaction.
I quickly checked my watch and noticed that it was getting rather late. I needed to be at class within the next ten minutes to make it on time. I glanced at Adam and Andrea. Neither was saying anything, but both had smiles on their faces. Andrea looked love struck; Adam looked merely polite.
“Uh well, I guess I’ll see you around Andrea, I really need to get to class,” I muttered after a moment of silence. I didn’t want give Andrea a chance to get too acquainted with Adam. Andrea’s gaze snapped back to me and she smiled again, but there was amusement and questioning in her gaze.
“Oh yeah of course!” She giggled, “I’ll see you around Jenna,” she turned to Adam, “And I guess that I’ll see you around too…?”
“Adam,” He remarked drily, “And I hope to have the opportunity to meet you again, especially since you seem to be a dear friend of Jenna’s.”
“Oh yes of course! Jenna and I are like best friends! We even work together. It’s great. You should totally come by sometime and have lunch or something!” She babbled on, clearly dazzled by Adam’s smooth talking antics.
“I’d like that very much,” he murmured in response, “Jenna has been anxious to introduce me to all her work friends.”
If I could have crawled under a rock at that moment I would have. Here Adam was openly flirting with Andrea, giving her the impression that he and I were far more than what we appeared! And what we appeared was even further from the reality of what our relationship actually entailed. Ugh the stupid insufferable conceited man!
I silently fumed as Andrea giggled coyly in return and scurried away, but not before sending me a meaningful glance. It clearly stated ‘I want details!’ and I knew that I’d have some explaining to do at work tonight. But how could I explain that there was literally nothing going on between Adam and I? More importantly would she even believe me, or would she think that I was downplaying the whole situation in order to keep some privacy I my relationships? Either way, my life was now more complicated than I wished it to be and it was all due to Adam’s continual presence. I huffed in annoyance as I moved towards my class again, Adam following faithfully behind me, chuckles rumbling in his chest at my situation.
“Do you even care that you’re completely screwing with my life right now?” I muttered darkly, moving at a rapid pace up the stairs towards my classroom, “Now she thinks that we’re either together, or that I have a new hot guy friend that I want to introduce her to.”
“Ah so you admit that I’m good looking then,” Adam remarked. I stopped and sent him a glare, my cheeks igniting.
“No I believe you’re an idiot sent to torment me. Can’t you just find someone else to be creepy around?”
“I’m afraid not my dear,” He whispered stepping closer. Handing me my bag he brushed his fingers across mine. I jerked away and my eyes narrowed at his forward behavior. He only chuckled at my response, “I’ll see you after class darlin’.”
He turned swiftly on his heel and headed back down the stairs. I felt the stares of my fellow classmates as they headed past me into the classroom. I simply stood there, watching Adam descend the steps and walk out the door.
“I’ll definitely have to start avoiding him,” I murmured shaking my head. Turning towards my classroom, I quietly walked in and took a seat in back, avoiding eye contact with everyone.
Something I realized that I need to work on is developing more of the inner monologue that Jenna has. I know I've put a lot of conversation in there because I've felt that I don't want to get too boringingly descriptive with everything. But now I realize that maybe I need to add more description and inner dialogue. And that's sort of what happened to this chapter, and it kind of makes me happy to write it. I think I prefer to write Jenna's thoughts more so than her actual interactions with the world around her. And something else that I've noticed is that when I'm able to figure out Jenna's thoughts, the conversations between her and Adam, seem to flow out much easier.
But anyway, here's a little piece from chapter 5. A little background to make things a little less confusing. Adam refuses to leave Jenna alone and is walking her to class...
“Jenna wait up!” I froze, suppressing a groan of aggravation, as a voice rang out from my left. Turning hesitantly, I spotted Andrea making a beeline towards me, her perfectly styled hair bouncing as she clamored through the crowds of people.
Coming up to me she gave me one of her winning smiles, “Hey Jenna! I didn’t see you yesterday at work. I hope you’re feeling better!” She chirped happily. I watched her sneak a peek behind me at Adam, who stood clutching my book bag. Her eyebrow rose in surprise at my companion and her smile grew larger.
“Uh yeah, sorry about missing work,” I murmured awkwardly trying to ignore her obvious interest in Adam’s presence, “I sort of had a rough day yesterday and was ordered to stay home and rest.” I made a face. I sounded pathetically stupid right now.
“Oh that’s too bad, I’m glad you’re feeling better though!” Andrea remarked lightly, her eyes still glued to the figure standing behind me. I turned slightly so that I was facing both of them. Her actions made it quite obvious that she care a great deal about my health and well-being, especially when attractive men were following me around. I bit back the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of my tongue. Andrea merely continued to stare flirtatiously at Adam, completely ignoring my presence. Adam returned her smile with a cheeky one of his own.
“Actually the fault was entirely mine about yesterday. You see I sort of caused an accident here on campus with my rude behavior and I ended up giving Jenna a rather nasty concussion,” Adam addressed Andrea. I wanted to die.
“Oh!” She replied, a dreamy look crossed her face. I wanted to gag, “Well I’m glad you’re making sure she’s okay now. What a noble thing to do.”
“I feel a deep obligation to the situation and Jenna has been so gracious about the whole situation,” He remarked sending her a winning smile. I heard her give a quiet dreamy sigh and vaguely wondered if Adam had heard her. I suppressed a giggle at that reaction.
I quickly checked my watch and noticed that it was getting rather late. I needed to be at class within the next ten minutes to make it on time. I glanced at Adam and Andrea. Neither was saying anything, but both had smiles on their faces. Andrea looked love struck; Adam looked merely polite.
“Uh well, I guess I’ll see you around Andrea, I really need to get to class,” I muttered after a moment of silence. I didn’t want give Andrea a chance to get too acquainted with Adam. Andrea’s gaze snapped back to me and she smiled again, but there was amusement and questioning in her gaze.
“Oh yeah of course!” She giggled, “I’ll see you around Jenna,” she turned to Adam, “And I guess that I’ll see you around too…?”
“Adam,” He remarked drily, “And I hope to have the opportunity to meet you again, especially since you seem to be a dear friend of Jenna’s.”
“Oh yes of course! Jenna and I are like best friends! We even work together. It’s great. You should totally come by sometime and have lunch or something!” She babbled on, clearly dazzled by Adam’s smooth talking antics.
“I’d like that very much,” he murmured in response, “Jenna has been anxious to introduce me to all her work friends.”
If I could have crawled under a rock at that moment I would have. Here Adam was openly flirting with Andrea, giving her the impression that he and I were far more than what we appeared! And what we appeared was even further from the reality of what our relationship actually entailed. Ugh the stupid insufferable conceited man!
I silently fumed as Andrea giggled coyly in return and scurried away, but not before sending me a meaningful glance. It clearly stated ‘I want details!’ and I knew that I’d have some explaining to do at work tonight. But how could I explain that there was literally nothing going on between Adam and I? More importantly would she even believe me, or would she think that I was downplaying the whole situation in order to keep some privacy I my relationships? Either way, my life was now more complicated than I wished it to be and it was all due to Adam’s continual presence. I huffed in annoyance as I moved towards my class again, Adam following faithfully behind me, chuckles rumbling in his chest at my situation.
“Do you even care that you’re completely screwing with my life right now?” I muttered darkly, moving at a rapid pace up the stairs towards my classroom, “Now she thinks that we’re either together, or that I have a new hot guy friend that I want to introduce her to.”
“Ah so you admit that I’m good looking then,” Adam remarked. I stopped and sent him a glare, my cheeks igniting.
“No I believe you’re an idiot sent to torment me. Can’t you just find someone else to be creepy around?”
“I’m afraid not my dear,” He whispered stepping closer. Handing me my bag he brushed his fingers across mine. I jerked away and my eyes narrowed at his forward behavior. He only chuckled at my response, “I’ll see you after class darlin’.”
He turned swiftly on his heel and headed back down the stairs. I felt the stares of my fellow classmates as they headed past me into the classroom. I simply stood there, watching Adam descend the steps and walk out the door.
“I’ll definitely have to start avoiding him,” I murmured shaking my head. Turning towards my classroom, I quietly walked in and took a seat in back, avoiding eye contact with everyone.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Sorry~
Here's a quick little note of apology for not posting anything recently. I have been working on my novel, as promised, however, life has been rather hectic lately and I find that my time seems to fly by faster than I can get everything done that I need to! There have also been some moments of great stress for me lately that have messed with my emotions and I've found it hard to stay motivated for more than a little while without going completely crazy! Just know that I am working on things and getting a chapter neared the completed phase, which makes me feel scads better about life right now. And I will post another little snippet when I get this chapter finished.
Whoever you may be that is reading this blog, I understand that things may be confusing with the bits and pieces that I post, but you must realize that I'm afraid to give too much away with what I post. It is a difficult task to undertake and I take full responsibility if my posts aren't coming across as very understandable. I will try to do better. But, I would love to hear from you to learn what you think of my writing style, or the pieces of the story that you understand and enjoy, or don't enjoy...or anything really!
But until I post an actual snippet, I shall bid you Adieu!
-The Novice Novelist
Whoever you may be that is reading this blog, I understand that things may be confusing with the bits and pieces that I post, but you must realize that I'm afraid to give too much away with what I post. It is a difficult task to undertake and I take full responsibility if my posts aren't coming across as very understandable. I will try to do better. But, I would love to hear from you to learn what you think of my writing style, or the pieces of the story that you understand and enjoy, or don't enjoy...or anything really!
But until I post an actual snippet, I shall bid you Adieu!
-The Novice Novelist
Thursday, July 29, 2010
An update of sorts...
Here's a little snippet from chapter 4 of my novel...I hope that I can get around to explaining how this whole story goes so you poor readers aren't completely confused! But it may take just as long to explain it as it does to write the entire thing! Hehe...I'll work on it to the best of my ability, but until then I hope you enjoy your little piece of my novel.
-The Novel Novice
“Ugh!” I growled at my ceiling. All this thinking was making my headache worse. I was not relaxed in the slightest. I needed to relax and soon, or my headache would compound and then I’d be even more upset and angry. That wouldn’t work well for me if I was going to function tomorrow at school and work.
“Just forget about everything Jenna,” I murmured quietly closing my eyes once more, striving to even my breathing, “Just take deep breaths and forget everything.”
I continued to chant that mantra in my head blocking all other thoughts from creeping up to the forefront of my mind. If I could keep my mind blank I’d be okay.
After a few moments of refusing to think, I felt the tension in my body melt away. Once I was aware of this I turned my focus to the pleasant feeling of simply relaxing, something I hadn’t done in a long time. I had to admit that it felt good. And as the pain in my head slowly eased, I felt myself relax further, and the need to chant my mantra slowly ceased. I realized I was falling asleep, but by this time I was too far gone to prevent it.
“I’m so sorry Ann. I should have protected you better. I should have protected our family. Jenna. I love you both so much” my father murmured from the driver’s seat of the car. I couldn’t see his face, but he pain was evident in his voice. He was anguished.
“Don’t be sorry Jeremy,” my mother murmured in what appeared to be a resigned sigh, “I knew the risks and I stayed because I love you. It’s not your fault.”
Something was tickling the back of my mind; warning signals were blaring, but I couldn’t put my finger on what was going to happen.
“Stay hidden Jenna, and whatever happens, don’t make a sound,” my mother whispered lovingly, a sob choking her words. She looked terrified and her green eyes were clouded with tears, “I love you baby. I always will.”
I wanted to protest to their requests, but my mouth wouldn’t work. Dread flooded through me. Something bad was going to happen.
Before my brain could process what was happening, two loud shots rang out and my mother’s strangled cry echoed in my head.
“Jenna!”
I shot up from the bed with a strangled gasp, panting heavily. Beads of sweat were running down my face, my heart was pounding wildly. I fought furiously to close the memories behind the wall in my mind, willing myself to forget. I needed stay calm.
“Are you alright Jenna? What happened? I couldn’t wake you.” I jumped at the sudden questions. Adam was kneeling next to my bed worry etched on his face. I had forgotten he was in my house.
“Y-yeah,” I nodded my head and stuttered a reply still trying to calm my thundering heart. He didn’t look convinced, “Just a bad dream.” I continued, suppressing a snort. That had to be the understatement of the century.
Adam still didn’t seem to buy my story instead he looked strangely sympathetic. However, rather than question me further, he quickly changed the subject and sent me a grin, “Well it seems as though you’re doing a bit better. A stupid concussion can’t seem to keep you down.”
I sent him a glare, “Yes indeed I am oh grand and gracious stalker, now would you mind leaving my bedroom and give me some privacy? Weren’t you ever taught that it’s rude to invade someone’s personal space?”
I knew I was being a little harsh on him. He was only doing what he had promised. Plus he was trying to lighten the obviously tense mood, but I couldn’t shake the heart-stopping fear that my dream had caused to wrap around my mind. He’d never understand that. I needed him to leave quickly. I needed some space.
-The Novel Novice
“Ugh!” I growled at my ceiling. All this thinking was making my headache worse. I was not relaxed in the slightest. I needed to relax and soon, or my headache would compound and then I’d be even more upset and angry. That wouldn’t work well for me if I was going to function tomorrow at school and work.
“Just forget about everything Jenna,” I murmured quietly closing my eyes once more, striving to even my breathing, “Just take deep breaths and forget everything.”
I continued to chant that mantra in my head blocking all other thoughts from creeping up to the forefront of my mind. If I could keep my mind blank I’d be okay.
After a few moments of refusing to think, I felt the tension in my body melt away. Once I was aware of this I turned my focus to the pleasant feeling of simply relaxing, something I hadn’t done in a long time. I had to admit that it felt good. And as the pain in my head slowly eased, I felt myself relax further, and the need to chant my mantra slowly ceased. I realized I was falling asleep, but by this time I was too far gone to prevent it.
“I’m so sorry Ann. I should have protected you better. I should have protected our family. Jenna. I love you both so much” my father murmured from the driver’s seat of the car. I couldn’t see his face, but he pain was evident in his voice. He was anguished.
“Don’t be sorry Jeremy,” my mother murmured in what appeared to be a resigned sigh, “I knew the risks and I stayed because I love you. It’s not your fault.”
Something was tickling the back of my mind; warning signals were blaring, but I couldn’t put my finger on what was going to happen.
“Stay hidden Jenna, and whatever happens, don’t make a sound,” my mother whispered lovingly, a sob choking her words. She looked terrified and her green eyes were clouded with tears, “I love you baby. I always will.”
I wanted to protest to their requests, but my mouth wouldn’t work. Dread flooded through me. Something bad was going to happen.
Before my brain could process what was happening, two loud shots rang out and my mother’s strangled cry echoed in my head.
“Jenna!”
I shot up from the bed with a strangled gasp, panting heavily. Beads of sweat were running down my face, my heart was pounding wildly. I fought furiously to close the memories behind the wall in my mind, willing myself to forget. I needed stay calm.
“Are you alright Jenna? What happened? I couldn’t wake you.” I jumped at the sudden questions. Adam was kneeling next to my bed worry etched on his face. I had forgotten he was in my house.
“Y-yeah,” I nodded my head and stuttered a reply still trying to calm my thundering heart. He didn’t look convinced, “Just a bad dream.” I continued, suppressing a snort. That had to be the understatement of the century.
Adam still didn’t seem to buy my story instead he looked strangely sympathetic. However, rather than question me further, he quickly changed the subject and sent me a grin, “Well it seems as though you’re doing a bit better. A stupid concussion can’t seem to keep you down.”
I sent him a glare, “Yes indeed I am oh grand and gracious stalker, now would you mind leaving my bedroom and give me some privacy? Weren’t you ever taught that it’s rude to invade someone’s personal space?”
I knew I was being a little harsh on him. He was only doing what he had promised. Plus he was trying to lighten the obviously tense mood, but I couldn’t shake the heart-stopping fear that my dream had caused to wrap around my mind. He’d never understand that. I needed him to leave quickly. I needed some space.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
A Slight Case of Writer's Block
Alright so the next chapter that I'm working on is taking a whole heck of a lot longer than I wanted. Perosnally I blame it on writer's block. It's not that I don't have the ideas in my head waiting to be composed and taken out of my brain, but the problem lies with the fact that I can't seem to get the right wording out. My chapter seems a bit boring, though I know where I want to take the plot. it's just difficult to get everything organized and settled into place.
Anyway I needed to post something for you guys who read this delightful little blog. So I thought that since many of you may be confused with what exactly is going on, I thought I could post some character descriptions to give you guys a better idea of what exactly some of the story entails. Then when I do post snippets, there won't be as much confusion.
So here is the first character sketch I have for you! It is of course Jenna. Enjoy!
Jenna Elizabeth Matheson:
1. Middle name was after her grandmother
2. Parents Names: Jeremy and Ann Matheson.
3. Junior at Cornel University studying History and Literature
4. Lives alone
5. Parents died when she was sixteen, and she witnessed it and consequently suffers from post traumatic stress.
6. Struggles to sleep because she suffers from nightmares revolving around the deaths of her parents.
7. Socially withdrawn and has a hard time making and keeping friends. Though she prefers it this way. The less people know, the less they can hurt her.
8. Doesn’t trust anyone with her personal life. Prefers her solitude
9. Auburn hair and green eyes. Fairly tall 5’ 5”. Slender and fair skinned. Faint freckles on her nose and cheeks.
Anyway I needed to post something for you guys who read this delightful little blog. So I thought that since many of you may be confused with what exactly is going on, I thought I could post some character descriptions to give you guys a better idea of what exactly some of the story entails. Then when I do post snippets, there won't be as much confusion.
So here is the first character sketch I have for you! It is of course Jenna. Enjoy!
Jenna Elizabeth Matheson:
1. Middle name was after her grandmother
2. Parents Names: Jeremy and Ann Matheson.
3. Junior at Cornel University studying History and Literature
4. Lives alone
5. Parents died when she was sixteen, and she witnessed it and consequently suffers from post traumatic stress.
6. Struggles to sleep because she suffers from nightmares revolving around the deaths of her parents.
7. Socially withdrawn and has a hard time making and keeping friends. Though she prefers it this way. The less people know, the less they can hurt her.
8. Doesn’t trust anyone with her personal life. Prefers her solitude
9. Auburn hair and green eyes. Fairly tall 5’ 5”. Slender and fair skinned. Faint freckles on her nose and cheeks.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Another Finished Chapter...
I'm excited to say that for the most part, the concept of my next chapter is finished. I'm very happy with it and I thought I'd share my good news with you lovely readers that I have! I'll post a small section of it here if you'd care to read it.
I don't know if I need to remind you that while I say I have a completed chapter, it really is just the bare bones of the story that I've written down. I would add more, but I'll leave that to my editing sessions that I'll start once I actually get this whole story plot out on paper. Something that I look forward to greatly. If I took the time to sit there and critique myself about my chapters right now, I don't think I'd ever finish my novel. And I'm trying to stick to a deadline here! Let's hope I can live up to my own expectations.
Anyway I hope you enjoy this little piece that I have for you. The musical inspiration for this little part was "Dream a Little Dream" and "Haven't Met You Yet." If you care to take a listen perhaps you can imagine their thoughts and actions during this point in the story. It made me laugh at least...Well that's all for now! I'll post again!
Love,
The Novice Novelist.
“I can get myself in you know,” I remarked annoyed by his antics.
With a sigh he set me gently on my feet and stood there as I positioned myself in the seat. Once I was in, he gently shut the door and walked to the driver’s side. The chivalry surprised me but I kept my thoughts to myself. Wouldn’t want his head to get any bigger than it already was. Shutting his own door, he placed the keys in the ignition and started the engine.
“By the way,” he remarked, reversing from the stall, “My name is Adam.”
“Uh Jenna Matheson,” I murmured in reply closing my eyes. His posture perked visibly, but my head was throbbing too much to care.
“Nice to meet you Jenna,” he stated, “Though perhaps you should open your eyes for me.”
“Why?” I whined slightly, “My head hurts.”
“Because you have a concussion and if you go to sleep then we could have a very large problem on our hands.”
Begrudgingly I opened my eyes and gazed over at him. He had a slight smile on his face.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned at me. I glared.
“No not all,” I replied sarcastically, “considering I already fell asleep earlier.”
“What?” he sounded slightly panicked, “When?”
“I don’t know!” I snapped glaring at him, “That’s a really stupid question. It’s not like I keep a record of my every movement!”
“Testy,” he chuckled. I didn’t reply, “But please try to stay awake for me alright?”
“Will do oh fearless kidnapper,” I retorted rolling my eyes. A wave of pain shot through my head.
“I really do apologize for my actions earlier,” He murmured staring at the road, “As a general rule I make it a point to be both kind a courteous to those I come in contact with.” He chuckled at the word contact.
“Ah well I must be the exception then,” I retorted, “Lucky me”
He laughed quietly, “Actually you merely caught me at a bad time. I was waiting for someone and unfortunately was running extremely late. Though it would seem as though I was right on time after all.” His tone suggested he was speaking more to himself than to me.
“Oh.” Was my brilliant reply.
We lapsed into a tense silence. Occasionally, Adam would glance over at me to make sure my eyes were still, in fact, open. But other than that, no contact of any kind was made. A car never seemed so claustrophobic before. I kept my gaze out the window, wishing that this day had gone down a far different path and vowing that I would never fall asleep without an alarm clock set.
All too soon the sign for the hospital loomed ahead. I crinkled my nose in disgust. I hated doctors. Smoothly, Adam pulled into the closest parking spot and turned the car off.
“You don’t have to do this. I’ll go home and relax if it’ll make you feel better, but other than I think you’re going a little overboard,” I mumbled staring straight ahead.
“Ah ah ah,” he remarked getting out of the car, “We had a deal.”
Before I knew it, he was standing in front of the open passenger door extending his hand to assist me out. I rolled my eyes again and hoisted myself from the seat, ignoring his hand. Of course I stumbled, much to my humiliation. Adam easily caught me.
“Alright, let’s get you inside,” he remarked lightly, tightening his grip on my waist. I blushed at the intimacy of his action. I barely knew this man!
Despite my protests, Adam did not release his grip on my waist, and led me through the double doors of the local hospital gently ushering me to the waiting room of the clinic and a waiting chair. There were only a few other people in the room with me.
With determined steps, he walked swiftly to the counter and began speaking with the nurse. She seemed quite taken aback by his forward behavior but quickly recovered with a smile. It half looked as though she was flirting with him! I suppressed the urge to groan. This was getting beyond ridiculous.
All too soon he returned with a clipboard of papers and a pen.
“Annie said to fill out the papers and they’d get to you immediately in the emergency room to get you taken care of,” Adam remarked cheerfully handing the clipboard over to me.
I sent him a glare and snatched it from his hands, “Annie? You’re on a first name basis now? I must say that is quite a fast relationship.”
He rolled his eyes in response but remained silent as I hastily filled out my forms. And without a word he returned them to the nurse. Extending his hand, he helped me to my feet and we headed towards the emergency room. Again I was surprised by his gentlemanly behavior, but I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the awkwardness of the whole situation. Both of us were stiff and visibly uncomfortable with the situation.
I don't know if I need to remind you that while I say I have a completed chapter, it really is just the bare bones of the story that I've written down. I would add more, but I'll leave that to my editing sessions that I'll start once I actually get this whole story plot out on paper. Something that I look forward to greatly. If I took the time to sit there and critique myself about my chapters right now, I don't think I'd ever finish my novel. And I'm trying to stick to a deadline here! Let's hope I can live up to my own expectations.
Anyway I hope you enjoy this little piece that I have for you. The musical inspiration for this little part was "Dream a Little Dream" and "Haven't Met You Yet." If you care to take a listen perhaps you can imagine their thoughts and actions during this point in the story. It made me laugh at least...Well that's all for now! I'll post again!
Love,
The Novice Novelist.
“I can get myself in you know,” I remarked annoyed by his antics.
With a sigh he set me gently on my feet and stood there as I positioned myself in the seat. Once I was in, he gently shut the door and walked to the driver’s side. The chivalry surprised me but I kept my thoughts to myself. Wouldn’t want his head to get any bigger than it already was. Shutting his own door, he placed the keys in the ignition and started the engine.
“By the way,” he remarked, reversing from the stall, “My name is Adam.”
“Uh Jenna Matheson,” I murmured in reply closing my eyes. His posture perked visibly, but my head was throbbing too much to care.
“Nice to meet you Jenna,” he stated, “Though perhaps you should open your eyes for me.”
“Why?” I whined slightly, “My head hurts.”
“Because you have a concussion and if you go to sleep then we could have a very large problem on our hands.”
Begrudgingly I opened my eyes and gazed over at him. He had a slight smile on his face.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned at me. I glared.
“No not all,” I replied sarcastically, “considering I already fell asleep earlier.”
“What?” he sounded slightly panicked, “When?”
“I don’t know!” I snapped glaring at him, “That’s a really stupid question. It’s not like I keep a record of my every movement!”
“Testy,” he chuckled. I didn’t reply, “But please try to stay awake for me alright?”
“Will do oh fearless kidnapper,” I retorted rolling my eyes. A wave of pain shot through my head.
“I really do apologize for my actions earlier,” He murmured staring at the road, “As a general rule I make it a point to be both kind a courteous to those I come in contact with.” He chuckled at the word contact.
“Ah well I must be the exception then,” I retorted, “Lucky me”
He laughed quietly, “Actually you merely caught me at a bad time. I was waiting for someone and unfortunately was running extremely late. Though it would seem as though I was right on time after all.” His tone suggested he was speaking more to himself than to me.
“Oh.” Was my brilliant reply.
We lapsed into a tense silence. Occasionally, Adam would glance over at me to make sure my eyes were still, in fact, open. But other than that, no contact of any kind was made. A car never seemed so claustrophobic before. I kept my gaze out the window, wishing that this day had gone down a far different path and vowing that I would never fall asleep without an alarm clock set.
All too soon the sign for the hospital loomed ahead. I crinkled my nose in disgust. I hated doctors. Smoothly, Adam pulled into the closest parking spot and turned the car off.
“You don’t have to do this. I’ll go home and relax if it’ll make you feel better, but other than I think you’re going a little overboard,” I mumbled staring straight ahead.
“Ah ah ah,” he remarked getting out of the car, “We had a deal.”
Before I knew it, he was standing in front of the open passenger door extending his hand to assist me out. I rolled my eyes again and hoisted myself from the seat, ignoring his hand. Of course I stumbled, much to my humiliation. Adam easily caught me.
“Alright, let’s get you inside,” he remarked lightly, tightening his grip on my waist. I blushed at the intimacy of his action. I barely knew this man!
Despite my protests, Adam did not release his grip on my waist, and led me through the double doors of the local hospital gently ushering me to the waiting room of the clinic and a waiting chair. There were only a few other people in the room with me.
With determined steps, he walked swiftly to the counter and began speaking with the nurse. She seemed quite taken aback by his forward behavior but quickly recovered with a smile. It half looked as though she was flirting with him! I suppressed the urge to groan. This was getting beyond ridiculous.
All too soon he returned with a clipboard of papers and a pen.
“Annie said to fill out the papers and they’d get to you immediately in the emergency room to get you taken care of,” Adam remarked cheerfully handing the clipboard over to me.
I sent him a glare and snatched it from his hands, “Annie? You’re on a first name basis now? I must say that is quite a fast relationship.”
He rolled his eyes in response but remained silent as I hastily filled out my forms. And without a word he returned them to the nurse. Extending his hand, he helped me to my feet and we headed towards the emergency room. Again I was surprised by his gentlemanly behavior, but I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the awkwardness of the whole situation. Both of us were stiff and visibly uncomfortable with the situation.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
A quickie, but a goody! At least I think so...hehe...
Well I know that this isn't that long of a post. I just haven't had the time or motivation to write at the moment. There have been so many things that have come up lately that I find my time dwindling away. But I did manage to get something constructed today. Music, I find has greatly aided in my inspiration and I just want to encourage everyone to seek inspiration!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little snippet! I'll hopefully post within the next day or so.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned at me. I glared.
“No not all,” I replied sarcastically, “considering I already fell asleep earlier.”
“What?” he sounded slightly panicked, “When?”
“I don’t know!” I snapped glaring at him, “It’s not like I keep a record of my every movement!”
“Testy,” he chuckled. I didn’t reply, “But please try to stay awake for me alright?”
“Will do oh fearless kidnapper,” I retorted rolling my eyes. A wave of pain shot through my head.
We remained silent until Adam pulled into the hospital parking lot. I let out a groan of frustration. I really didn’t need to be here.
“You don’t have to do this. I’ll go home and relax if it’ll make you feel better, but other than I think you’re going a little overboard,” I mumbled staring straight ahead.
“Ah ah ah,” he remarked getting out of the car, “We had a deal.”
Before I knew it, he was standing in front of the open passenger door extending his hand to assist me out. I rolled my eyes again and hoisted myself from the seat, ignoring his hand. Of course I stumbled, much to my humiliation. Adam easily caught me.
“Alright, let’s get you inside,” he remarked lightly, tightening his grip on my waist. I blushed at the intimacy of his action. I barely knew this man!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little snippet! I'll hopefully post within the next day or so.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned at me. I glared.
“No not all,” I replied sarcastically, “considering I already fell asleep earlier.”
“What?” he sounded slightly panicked, “When?”
“I don’t know!” I snapped glaring at him, “It’s not like I keep a record of my every movement!”
“Testy,” he chuckled. I didn’t reply, “But please try to stay awake for me alright?”
“Will do oh fearless kidnapper,” I retorted rolling my eyes. A wave of pain shot through my head.
We remained silent until Adam pulled into the hospital parking lot. I let out a groan of frustration. I really didn’t need to be here.
“You don’t have to do this. I’ll go home and relax if it’ll make you feel better, but other than I think you’re going a little overboard,” I mumbled staring straight ahead.
“Ah ah ah,” he remarked getting out of the car, “We had a deal.”
Before I knew it, he was standing in front of the open passenger door extending his hand to assist me out. I rolled my eyes again and hoisted myself from the seat, ignoring his hand. Of course I stumbled, much to my humiliation. Adam easily caught me.
“Alright, let’s get you inside,” he remarked lightly, tightening his grip on my waist. I blushed at the intimacy of his action. I barely knew this man!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Unusual Acquaintance...
“You’ve completely ruined my day, you know that,” I huffed in annoyance as he started walking towards the parking lot.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Believe me I understand that I’ve ruined things. Just let me make it up to you alright?”
I huffed in response and sat still as he cradled me. All my wiggling proved futile and increased my headache ten-fold. My face, however, did not return to its normal hue.
The man easily carried me through the throngs of students, many gaping at my predicament, and headed towards the parking lot. I kept my gaze to my feet and tried to ignore the embarrassment I felt.
“You know this could be considered kidnapping,” I murmured. The man only chuckled.
“Yes I suppose you are correct in that observation,” He remarked drily crossing the street towards the student lot, “However I suppose we can call this a temporary kidnapping since I do intend to bring you home.”
I rolled my eyes in response but remained silent.
The man led us over to a midnight blue car that looked far too expensive for a college student to afford. I vaguely wondered how he could afford something like this.
He walked over to the passenger side and carefully maneuvered the door open.
“I can get myself in you know,” I remarked annoyed at his antics.
With a sigh he set me gently on my feet and stood there as I positioned myself in the seat. Once I was in, he gently shut the door and walked to the driver’s side. The chivalry surprised me but I kept my thoughts to myself. Shutting his own door, he placed the keys in the ignition and started the engine.
“By the way,” he remarked, reversing from the stall, “My name is Adam.”
“Uh Jenna,” I murmured in reply closing my eyes. My head was throbbing.
“Nice to meet you Jenna,” he stated, “Though perhaps you should open your eyes for me.”
“Why?” I whined slightly, “My head hurts.”
“Because you have a concussion and if you go to sleep then we could have a very large problem on our hands.”
Begrudgingly I opened my eyes and gazed over at him. He had a slight smile on his face.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned at me. I glared.
“No not all,” I replied sarcastically.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Believe me I understand that I’ve ruined things. Just let me make it up to you alright?”
I huffed in response and sat still as he cradled me. All my wiggling proved futile and increased my headache ten-fold. My face, however, did not return to its normal hue.
The man easily carried me through the throngs of students, many gaping at my predicament, and headed towards the parking lot. I kept my gaze to my feet and tried to ignore the embarrassment I felt.
“You know this could be considered kidnapping,” I murmured. The man only chuckled.
“Yes I suppose you are correct in that observation,” He remarked drily crossing the street towards the student lot, “However I suppose we can call this a temporary kidnapping since I do intend to bring you home.”
I rolled my eyes in response but remained silent.
The man led us over to a midnight blue car that looked far too expensive for a college student to afford. I vaguely wondered how he could afford something like this.
He walked over to the passenger side and carefully maneuvered the door open.
“I can get myself in you know,” I remarked annoyed at his antics.
With a sigh he set me gently on my feet and stood there as I positioned myself in the seat. Once I was in, he gently shut the door and walked to the driver’s side. The chivalry surprised me but I kept my thoughts to myself. Shutting his own door, he placed the keys in the ignition and started the engine.
“By the way,” he remarked, reversing from the stall, “My name is Adam.”
“Uh Jenna,” I murmured in reply closing my eyes. My head was throbbing.
“Nice to meet you Jenna,” he stated, “Though perhaps you should open your eyes for me.”
“Why?” I whined slightly, “My head hurts.”
“Because you have a concussion and if you go to sleep then we could have a very large problem on our hands.”
Begrudgingly I opened my eyes and gazed over at him. He had a slight smile on his face.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned at me. I glared.
“No not all,” I replied sarcastically.
Names...
I haven't posted a new section for you to read yet and I will do that shortly. However I thought you might find it interesting what I've realized about the names that I currently have for the characters in my novel. Here ya go:
Adam: Of course the origin is Hebrew; and the name means "many or mankind"...kinda ironic if you think about it in context to my story.
Jenna: The origin for this one is English; I was surprised to find that the meaning of Jenna is "small bird." Now when I realized that, it made me smile. It sort of fits my character's personality quite well...but you may not realize that yet...she is after all stuck in my head and you haven't had a chance to fully meet her yet! Hehe...
Anyway I'll be sure to post what I have for you when I get it finished. The thoughts are all coming together nicely so I hope to get it up very soon!
Lots of love!
The novice author that posts on here...
Adam: Of course the origin is Hebrew; and the name means "many or mankind"...kinda ironic if you think about it in context to my story.
Jenna: The origin for this one is English; I was surprised to find that the meaning of Jenna is "small bird." Now when I realized that, it made me smile. It sort of fits my character's personality quite well...but you may not realize that yet...she is after all stuck in my head and you haven't had a chance to fully meet her yet! Hehe...
Anyway I'll be sure to post what I have for you when I get it finished. The thoughts are all coming together nicely so I hope to get it up very soon!
Lots of love!
The novice author that posts on here...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
A Short Little Post...
Here's a little post for you! Just a snippet of a chapter that I'm working on right now. I haven't really had much energy to write the last few days, which is rather sad I will admit. But to be a nice person I thought I'd post something for you...sorry that it isn't longer! Hopefully I will post something longer in the next few days. And just a quick little thank you to those who are actually reading this! I got a comment today from someone I know who said they are liking my writing! You know who you are and thank you thank you thank you! I love encouragement! And to all those who are reading and haven't made any comments yet, feel free to do so!
Anyway, Enjoy!
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Her horrified face flashed before my eyes and I jerked awake my eyes bleary. Where was I? Blinking several times I sat up and looked around me. I was still at the student center. I willed my heart to slow down and let out a groan of frustration. That was twice now that I’d fallen asleep without intending to! I glanced at my watch and shook my head in annoyance, wincing as pain shot through me. It was after 11:30. I was late for my second class. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples and with a final sigh rose from the chair. May as well be early for my third class.
As I stood, my vision blurred for a moment and my head throbbed painfully. I hastily popped the other two Tylenol in my mouth, hoping to ease the pain. I headed towards the exit and to the science building. I had Chemistry next.
I made it through campus with very little incident and let out a sigh of relief when the building loomed ahead. At least I didn’t have to deal with that horrible man again. I reached for the door the same time another hand did. My fingers skimmed his and I pulled back hastily, a blush on my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” I murmured, “I didn’t see you there.” I turned towards the man and my eyes widened in horror. There was the man from this morning, a smug look on his face.
“Well that makes strike three I suppose?” He retorted pulling the door open and waving his hand to usher me in. I rolled my eyes and walked past him. At least he wasn’t yelling this time.
Anyway, Enjoy!
Your Loving Author!
Her horrified face flashed before my eyes and I jerked awake my eyes bleary. Where was I? Blinking several times I sat up and looked around me. I was still at the student center. I willed my heart to slow down and let out a groan of frustration. That was twice now that I’d fallen asleep without intending to! I glanced at my watch and shook my head in annoyance, wincing as pain shot through me. It was after 11:30. I was late for my second class. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples and with a final sigh rose from the chair. May as well be early for my third class.
As I stood, my vision blurred for a moment and my head throbbed painfully. I hastily popped the other two Tylenol in my mouth, hoping to ease the pain. I headed towards the exit and to the science building. I had Chemistry next.
I made it through campus with very little incident and let out a sigh of relief when the building loomed ahead. At least I didn’t have to deal with that horrible man again. I reached for the door the same time another hand did. My fingers skimmed his and I pulled back hastily, a blush on my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” I murmured, “I didn’t see you there.” I turned towards the man and my eyes widened in horror. There was the man from this morning, a smug look on his face.
“Well that makes strike three I suppose?” He retorted pulling the door open and waving his hand to usher me in. I rolled my eyes and walked past him. At least he wasn’t yelling this time.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
A Longer Post!
Yep I finally kept a promise! Here is a longer post for you to enjoy. It's very rough, as are all my other posts, but I hope you like it none the less. Plesae leave feedback for me! I'd love to hear from any of you who actually read this thing...pwease?
Choice:
I gazed around the room hesitantly, unsure of what to do with myself. I didn’t know anyone here, that was certain. I wasn’t slated to be born for at least two hundred more years! And the only person that I had any sort of relationship with had deserted me for an “old acquaintance” though this acquaintance was anything but old. Her luscious ebony locks and well defined and strikingly beautiful face gave no hint to any “age.” I chuckled darkly and tried in vain to suppress my feelings of jealousy and inferiority. I was definitely plain in comparison to Marguerite.
“Pardon me Mademoiselle,” someone tapped me shoulder. I turned hesitantly and gave the gentleman who stood before me a polite smile, “Would you honor me with the next dance?”
My mind went blank and nerves tickled my stomach. The gentleman stood before me, obviously in the same state that I was. He smiled politely waiting for my answer.
“Uh, that is, I well I’m not the best of dancers,” I confessed hesitantly. In fact I had hardly stepped foot on the dance floor. The man before me merely grinned.
“Ah that’s alright my dear,” He replied grasping my hand formally, “I happen to be quite proficient in dancing. No one will be the wiser.”
A blush crept on my cheeks at his obvious attempt at flirting and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. Grasping my right hand in his own and placing his other around my waist. In one swift move, he began to lead me on the dance floor. I stumbled a few times and my blush deepened.
“I’m sorry. I’m a terrible dancer,” I mumbled, averting my gaze.
He merely chuckled.“Don’t worry my dear, we all stumble. However, not all of us have me for a dance partner. You are in safe hands. Perhaps we can become more familiar with one another?”
I balked at his brazen attitude and tried to put as much space between us without arousing suspicion of my actions. The man didn’t seem to notice and continued to prattle on about trivial matters. I tuned him out in an attempt to remain civil. I wasn’t above reproaching this man for his actions.
“Pardon me Lord Devereaux, might I steal away my escort?” I turned my head towards Adam’s voice in surprise. Yet there he stood waiting patiently for my partner to surrender me into his care.
“Well, my dear friend, I was hoping to finish my dance with your lovely escort-“ Adam gave him a stern look, daring him to be challenged. Devereaux quickly back-peddled, “However I know how fond you are of dancing. I shall not keep you apart any longer.”
Lord Devereaux swiftly removed his hold on my and Adam seamlessly traded places with him, a smug smile on his lip. The transaction took place so quickly it seemed as though we hadn’t stopped dancing. I watched Lord Devereaux stalk away, quite humiliated and turned my gaze back towards Adam.
“That was hardly fair,” I remarked quietly.
Adam chuckled darkly, “Yes hardly fair, but far safer for you. Lord Devereaux is not to be trusted, especially around helpless women.”
My cheeks flamed at his remark, “I am not completely helpless!” I retorted in a heated whisper, “I can take care of myself.”
He sent me an apologetic smile and swept us around the dance floor. Adam was a far superior dancer to Lord Devereaux. “Forgive me. I did not mean to give offense. I have no doubt of your abilities Jenna,” He remarked, “You are quite capable of taking care of yourself. However Lord Devereaux has too many connections. Too many friends that think the same way he does.” His gaze hardened and he tightened his grip on me, pulling me closer to his towering frame. My heart sped up. “You are one temptation, I’m afraid, that he would not pass up. “
My stomach churned in unease at his suggestions and I had to suppress a shudder of disgust.“I suppose you’re right,” I sighed trying to shake the thoughts from my mind. “It is probably for the best then.”
“Indeed it is,” he smiled down on me, “And I intend to keep an eye on you the rest of the evening.”
A blush crept on my cheeks, “Oh that’s not necessary,” I mumbled tearing my eyes away from his face, “I wouldn’t want to monopolize your time.” Marguerite’s image flashed before my eyes.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Adam remarked, removing his hand from my waist. The dance was over. “How would you be monopolizing my time?” He led me from the dance floor.
“It’s just that I know you have many acquaintances here,” I remarked, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. He led me to a row of chairs in the far corner and we sat down, “I wouldn’t want to take you away from your friends. They are probably dying to spend time with you.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I knew that his friends wanted to spend time with him. One in particular.
“Jenna will you look at me?” His tone was pleading and calm. I ventured a peak. Adam’s eyes were shining with amusement and sincerity. “I would much rather spend time with you Jenna. You are my friend too. You are more of a friend than any other person here. You are my first choice.”
My heart fluttered at his statement. I was his first choice.
Choice:
I gazed around the room hesitantly, unsure of what to do with myself. I didn’t know anyone here, that was certain. I wasn’t slated to be born for at least two hundred more years! And the only person that I had any sort of relationship with had deserted me for an “old acquaintance” though this acquaintance was anything but old. Her luscious ebony locks and well defined and strikingly beautiful face gave no hint to any “age.” I chuckled darkly and tried in vain to suppress my feelings of jealousy and inferiority. I was definitely plain in comparison to Marguerite.
“Pardon me Mademoiselle,” someone tapped me shoulder. I turned hesitantly and gave the gentleman who stood before me a polite smile, “Would you honor me with the next dance?”
My mind went blank and nerves tickled my stomach. The gentleman stood before me, obviously in the same state that I was. He smiled politely waiting for my answer.
“Uh, that is, I well I’m not the best of dancers,” I confessed hesitantly. In fact I had hardly stepped foot on the dance floor. The man before me merely grinned.
“Ah that’s alright my dear,” He replied grasping my hand formally, “I happen to be quite proficient in dancing. No one will be the wiser.”
A blush crept on my cheeks at his obvious attempt at flirting and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. Grasping my right hand in his own and placing his other around my waist. In one swift move, he began to lead me on the dance floor. I stumbled a few times and my blush deepened.
“I’m sorry. I’m a terrible dancer,” I mumbled, averting my gaze.
He merely chuckled.“Don’t worry my dear, we all stumble. However, not all of us have me for a dance partner. You are in safe hands. Perhaps we can become more familiar with one another?”
I balked at his brazen attitude and tried to put as much space between us without arousing suspicion of my actions. The man didn’t seem to notice and continued to prattle on about trivial matters. I tuned him out in an attempt to remain civil. I wasn’t above reproaching this man for his actions.
“Pardon me Lord Devereaux, might I steal away my escort?” I turned my head towards Adam’s voice in surprise. Yet there he stood waiting patiently for my partner to surrender me into his care.
“Well, my dear friend, I was hoping to finish my dance with your lovely escort-“ Adam gave him a stern look, daring him to be challenged. Devereaux quickly back-peddled, “However I know how fond you are of dancing. I shall not keep you apart any longer.”
Lord Devereaux swiftly removed his hold on my and Adam seamlessly traded places with him, a smug smile on his lip. The transaction took place so quickly it seemed as though we hadn’t stopped dancing. I watched Lord Devereaux stalk away, quite humiliated and turned my gaze back towards Adam.
“That was hardly fair,” I remarked quietly.
Adam chuckled darkly, “Yes hardly fair, but far safer for you. Lord Devereaux is not to be trusted, especially around helpless women.”
My cheeks flamed at his remark, “I am not completely helpless!” I retorted in a heated whisper, “I can take care of myself.”
He sent me an apologetic smile and swept us around the dance floor. Adam was a far superior dancer to Lord Devereaux. “Forgive me. I did not mean to give offense. I have no doubt of your abilities Jenna,” He remarked, “You are quite capable of taking care of yourself. However Lord Devereaux has too many connections. Too many friends that think the same way he does.” His gaze hardened and he tightened his grip on me, pulling me closer to his towering frame. My heart sped up. “You are one temptation, I’m afraid, that he would not pass up. “
My stomach churned in unease at his suggestions and I had to suppress a shudder of disgust.“I suppose you’re right,” I sighed trying to shake the thoughts from my mind. “It is probably for the best then.”
“Indeed it is,” he smiled down on me, “And I intend to keep an eye on you the rest of the evening.”
A blush crept on my cheeks, “Oh that’s not necessary,” I mumbled tearing my eyes away from his face, “I wouldn’t want to monopolize your time.” Marguerite’s image flashed before my eyes.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Adam remarked, removing his hand from my waist. The dance was over. “How would you be monopolizing my time?” He led me from the dance floor.
“It’s just that I know you have many acquaintances here,” I remarked, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. He led me to a row of chairs in the far corner and we sat down, “I wouldn’t want to take you away from your friends. They are probably dying to spend time with you.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I knew that his friends wanted to spend time with him. One in particular.
“Jenna will you look at me?” His tone was pleading and calm. I ventured a peak. Adam’s eyes were shining with amusement and sincerity. “I would much rather spend time with you Jenna. You are my friend too. You are more of a friend than any other person here. You are my first choice.”
My heart fluttered at his statement. I was his first choice.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
A Post that is Long Overdue!
This isn't exactly the type of post that I wanted to put on here...it's too short in my opinion and it doesn't quite sound right. But I'll get it out I promise! And I think the more that I sit and write I will be able to be more creative and inspired to continue my novel. I need to finish this novel...I already know how it will end and everything! So without further hesitation, here is my post. Don't hate me if it sounds cliche or stupid. I don't even know if I'm going to use it. I just thought I'd send you something...maybe I'll be able to post something a little later too?
“How stupid can you be Jenna?!” Adam’s voice held a hard edge as his glare bore into me. I cringed under his scrutiny.
“I-I-well I didn’t mean to-“
“Didn’t mean to do what exactly Jenna? What did you think you would gain from studying about what I am…what I do?” He rubbed his temples in annoyance.
“I just wanted to see what it was like to be you. I wanted to understand,” I mumbled, unsure of my words. Would he understand me?
“Why on earth would you want to know what it is like to be forever isolated? To be alone forever wandering the earth, never able to grown old and have lasting relationships?!” He blustered, beginning to pace the room.
“That’s not it,” I fervently replied, “I just wanted to understand you. Your feelings and life. What you were going through,”
Adam’s form went rigid and he stopped pacing. He whirled to face me suddenly fury evident, “Or, perhaps the only reason you wanted to understand me, was to understand my power. To gain the knowledge to live forever perhaps.”
“No, I-“
“Don’t bother. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You are no more than a common cheat and liar. You were merely associated with me for yourself.”
His words stung and I didn’t know how to reply. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. With a resigned sigh, I turned from him.
“You have it all figured out I suppose,” I murmured
Oh and before I forget. I'm going to post some of my inspiring music on here...so maybe you'll get an idea of where I get my inspiration from! It's quite unique and fun if you ask me! Anyway, until next time!
Your Loving Author!
“How stupid can you be Jenna?!” Adam’s voice held a hard edge as his glare bore into me. I cringed under his scrutiny.
“I-I-well I didn’t mean to-“
“Didn’t mean to do what exactly Jenna? What did you think you would gain from studying about what I am…what I do?” He rubbed his temples in annoyance.
“I just wanted to see what it was like to be you. I wanted to understand,” I mumbled, unsure of my words. Would he understand me?
“Why on earth would you want to know what it is like to be forever isolated? To be alone forever wandering the earth, never able to grown old and have lasting relationships?!” He blustered, beginning to pace the room.
“That’s not it,” I fervently replied, “I just wanted to understand you. Your feelings and life. What you were going through,”
Adam’s form went rigid and he stopped pacing. He whirled to face me suddenly fury evident, “Or, perhaps the only reason you wanted to understand me, was to understand my power. To gain the knowledge to live forever perhaps.”
“No, I-“
“Don’t bother. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You are no more than a common cheat and liar. You were merely associated with me for yourself.”
His words stung and I didn’t know how to reply. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. With a resigned sigh, I turned from him.
“You have it all figured out I suppose,” I murmured
Oh and before I forget. I'm going to post some of my inspiring music on here...so maybe you'll get an idea of where I get my inspiration from! It's quite unique and fun if you ask me! Anyway, until next time!
Your Loving Author!
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