Monthly Archives: March 2013
So I had this cool idea to do something fancy for my 50th follower milestone because last weekend I was at 49, but then I came on yesterday and realised I was at 55. It seems a little anti-climactic now, but the fact that I’ve got OVER 50 followers seems a little surreal. It might not be a lot to some people, but that’s 55 people who took the time to peruse my page and thought it was worth coming back to. I can’t really say I write for you, since I’m pretty sure I’d be doing this even if I had no followers, but you make it a lot more interesting and worth while to keep posting!! So thank you!
It’s been a really long time since I posted anything in this section but I’ve honestly been so busy editing and changing stuff it seemed a little pointless. Even the older scenes I’ve posted have changed quite a bit in my actual book. Since I’m looking for feedback I don’t see any issues with posting more writing here, so I’m going to share the first half of chapter 1. If people like it, I’ll post the second half in a separate post, since it is quite long. I’d say stuff really starts to get interesting in chapter 3, but this is your first introduction to the main characters and I want to know if they are likable. So without furthur ado, please enjoy the first 1,476 words of my book 😛 And remember, this is still only a draft.
Today is the day I moved out. Even though this had been planned for months mom still cried. You would think she would try and put on a strong face, I mean, I’m the one moving to a strange city where I know, literally, no one. Adrian was the only one who kept me sane during the six hour car ride. I have this bad habit of stressing out a lot and my brother has this special talent of making you laugh even in the worst situations. Saying goodbye was tough but I’m the one who decided school in a different state would be good. It’s not like I had tons of friends to say goodbye to anyway. With my dad working all over the country we never lived anywhere very long, and after awhile I gave up making friends. The countless goodbyes got too painful. When I was applying to university I thought new city, new life and hopefully new friends and adventure.
My apartment wasn’t small, but it wasn’t very big either. An L-shaped kitchen opened up into a nice sized living room. I had my desk set up in the left corner with the couch separating that space from the rest of the living room and my recliner chair set up diagonally and across from the couch. My bedroom was to the right of the living room. I was grateful it was a decent size, comfortably fitting my queen size bed and my dresser. The bathroom was to the left of my room and had a Jack and Jill entrance; I could pretend I had a nice ensuite at least.
Looking around at my new living room I assessed the damage. How did I fit an apartments worth of boxes in my old bedroom? Adrian was nice enough to help put my bed together and build my two bookshelves, but I was on my own with the rest.
“Well Sparky,” I said to my stuffed dog, as I walked around the living room, “Looks like it’s just you and me now.”
Sparky stared back at me with empty eyes. Mental note, talking to stuffed animals probably isn’t the healthiest thing. I checked my watch, and figured I should probably find dinner. A real grocery shop could wait until tomorrow since nothing was unpacked to cook with anyway.
Waiting for the elevator was a process and I could hear yelling down the hall.
“Welcome to the city,” I muttered to myself.
I had a feeling I’d be walking a lot of stairs when the elevator finally decided to show up. It took me three tries before I finally got the brass bars open. As I was about to step on I noticed a door open halfway down the hall and someone yelling as they walked out.
“You know what Maegan? Screw you! I don’t need this shit anymore.”
A voice from inside the apartment called back.
“That’s not what you said last night, Dawson!” I saw something fly through the doorway and hit the wall with a thud. Figuring that was my queue to leave, I stepped on the elevator and started my struggle to get the door closed. I had it about halfway when a hand shot out and stopped me.
“Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me,” I said surprised.
Angry eyes met mine as I looked up. Oh shit, this guy was pissed. I took a step back so he could get through the door before he knocked me over.
“First floor?” I managed to squeak out.
“That would be the one,” he said disdainfully.
As we rode the elevator down eight floors, I put a whole new name to awkward silences. I glanced over out of the corner of my eye and was taken aback. How had I not noticed how gorgeous this guy was? Tall, probably six feet at least, with curly dark hair that almost covered his eyes. He had a straight nose that led to full lips and a strong jaw line. His head turned and violet eyes bore into me. Holy mother, if looks could kill. Thankfully the elevator dinged. In one fell swoop he wrenched the door open and stalked off, slamming the front door on his way out. That was… strange. I’ve never seen eyes like that before.
I wandered around for a half hour before I found “Kat’s Kitchen”, which boasted “the finest home cooked meals around”. Since this was the first restaurant that didn’t look like it harbored an underground gambling ring, not that I would actually know what that looked like, I decided to check it out. The door rang as I opened it and a middle aged woman walked out from the back of the restaurant.
“Hey Sugar, just sit wherever you like,” she said.
I grabbed a take-out menu and sat down on one of the stools at the counter. I noticed the lady’s nametag said “Kat”. Looking around, the place was pretty small. A few tables and some stools around the counter. The walls were a nice taupe with turquoise accent and there were a couple paintings hanging around the room. It kind of gave the place a homey feel.
“You new around here?” Kat said in what sounded like a southern drawl.
“Yeah, how could you tell?” I chuckled.
“In a town like this you learn how to spot the fresh faces,” she winked. “Know what you want?”
I decided to go with Kat’s chicken pot pie, fully loaded with mashed potatoes and homemade gravy. As I left the restaurant I noticed it was starting to get dark so I picked up my pace. I’m not paranoid, but this neighborhood did not look as friendly as it did during the day.
There was no way I was waiting for that elevator, I was famished. As I came through the stairwell door I was out of breath. Who needs a Stairmaster when you have to walk eight flights of stairs to your apartment? I could hear more yelling as I started down the hall. It seemed like that guy had come back while I was out.
“I can’t believe you waited this long to tell me,” He hollered, “Do you know what this means?”
“I’m not a fucking retard, of course I know what it means!” She still sounded pissed.
“Just let me in so we can talk about this,” he said, “You’re gonna wake up the whole goddamn complex.”
It seemed like that was the wrong thing to say because I saw something whiz by again. He ducked at the last second and it shattered against the wall. Was that a plate?
“Oh my god, can’t you just calm down for three fucking seconds?” he growled.
This is just great, totally not awkward to walk by. I better not get hit in the head by some rogue projectile. Dawson was standing in the doorway. I walked as quietly as I could down the hall and around the mess of broken glass but I couldn’t help my curiosity and peeked into the apartment. It was a mess. It looked like Maegan had taken it upon herself to throw everything that wasn’t strapped down. She was a bombshell. Shoulder length blonde hair, long legs and piercing blue eyes. Even seething, she looked hot. As I tried to creep past unnoticed I peered up and saw Dawson looking at me.
“Do you mind?” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
At first I didn’t recognize the look in his eyes, but as I stared up at him it dawned on me. He was patronizing me. Heat flushed my cheeks.
“You don’t have to be such a dick,” I said and bolted the rest of the way down the hall. I could hear Maegan shrieking in the background but I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. As I stepped into my apartment I looked back down the hall and saw Dawson staring at me. He was smirking.
Safely back in my apartment I found the box that said kitchen utensils and grabbed a plate. I don’t know if it was because I was so hungry, but I’m pretty sure that was the best chicken pot pie I ever tasted. As I put my dishes in the sink I could still hear yelling and banging from down the hall. That chick sure had a set of lungs. It was still a little early for bed so I decided to start unpacking the kitchen boxes. I was about halfway through when I started to yawn. Deciding it had been a long day I got ready for bed and snuggled in with Sparky. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wondering what my first week at university would be like and glad I had time to unpack before it.
It’s out in the world! Because I can’t be printing tons of copies I had to give my brother my copy so I no longer have a manuscript to obsessively edit anymore. This is good and bad. I’ve been editing to improve book 1, but also to avoid book 2. The thing about book 2 is it has to be better than book 1, or just as good and that feels like a lot of pressure. I’m also switching it up a bit and I’ll be writing from different POV’s and different characters in book 2 because of how book 1 ended. This is great for my readers because they will get to understand a bit about a certain character, but it also is really difficult for me because I’m no longer switching between two people. I found it hard enough to switch between me and Alice, but now I have to switch between me and 3 other characters. I need to get inside their heads. And no matter how much I’ve planned the story, that still doesn’t help me get into the head space of a specific character.
I have started chapter 2 because it’s Alice, and Alice is easier to write after book 1, I know her. I’m familiar with her reactions and her sentiments and her language, but Chapter 1 doesn’t start with Alice it starts with Dawson and even though I always had glimpses of Dawson’s mind in book 1, I never had a true understanding of him. His language is different, his whole demeanor and the way he feels vs the way he presents himself is different from Alice and nothing like how she interprets his actions. I know I can’t avoid it forever, but I feel like it’s going to take time to get into Dawson’s head and I honestly haven’t had time to sit down and really get into his character. I need to soul search Dawson and it’s going to take more than an hour after work to do it. Hell, sometimes it would take me half a day just to get inside Alice’s head.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this post. I ACTUALLY have a day off tomorrow so I’m hoping I can spend the day trying to get into Dawson’s head so I can really start book 2. I’m SO excited with where I have the story going. I just wrote out a whole bunch more plot concerning The Council that I’m super stoked about! I’ve got around 3 pages of outline and quickly jotted down scenes for book 2, I just need to sort it all and start writing!!
I’ve been busy reading my book and editing. After marking up my first draft to near illegible proportions, I have started on draft #2. With the exception of chapters 1 & 2 this copy is much less marked up which makes me hopeful that I might one day reach a point of contentment. I’m sitting around the 67,500 word range. I know that’s a little short, but I haven’t felt the need to add stuff anywhere to make it longer, so I’ll just keep working on it. I’ve got a little feedback and it’s been very positive! My brother even said he could imagine it being a movie which I found VERY flattering! It’s good reception has given me hope that maybe it’s actually good enough to get published! I just need to find someone to give me a chance and read my manuscript!! Finding that one person willing to read it is the hardest part! For now I’ll wait to see what people think, I’ve sent it to 17 people and have heard from 4 so I’ve got a way to go yet.
So I just spent the past 4 hours making a fake cover photo for my book. I think it looks pretty cool so I thought I’d share it. Now maybe I can actually get past the first sentence in Book 2. 😛
I’ve been holed up for the past 12 days. But a lot of good as come of it, mainly my book. I’ve finally completed the first draft. I spent a really long time going through and editing it, and I gotta say there was a lot more pen marks than I thought, but I think it turned out pretty good. I’ve officially sent it off to some of my friends and hope to hear good things back!!
I also went shopping! I scored some pretty kick-ass deals including these awesome red skinny jeans and knee high converse!! It was love at first sight 😀
I hope to be back more regularly again, but life has been pretty hectic! I haven’t decided if I should start book 2 yet or not, but I figure it’ll come into place. Hope all is well with everyone and chat soon!
P.S. I’ve officially got a title for my first book and the series!! I’m pretty stoked!