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.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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!
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