The Chance Meeting

Watching the world around her, Annie walked in a daze. She had just found out her grandmother passed away. She was so close with her and this was a major blow to her. Everything just seemed wrong. The sky was a beautiful blue, the temperature was perfect at 70 degrees, and there was a slight breeze playing with her hair. Wasn’t it supposed to be raining and cold out instead? Isn’t that how it happened in the movies? But this wasn’t a movie was it? No, this was harsh reality. Annie sighed and shook herself. Her mother called her this morning and she had to catch the next flight home to go to the visitation and funeral. She was going to help her mother plan it. Looking up at the sky while walking, she failed to notice the stranger as she ran into him. She fell backwards and the breath momentarily left her. Her eyes were scrunched shut with pain. “Ouch.” She groaned. A hand was out in front of her. Without looking she reached out and allowed the stranger to help her up. Hey, at least the person stayed around instead of walking away as if she had the plague. “Thank you. And sorry.” She mumbled while straightening her clothes. She hadn’t even looked up yet. “You’re welcome.” The voice was a deep, quiet strum. It gave her pause and she looked up. Eyes of coal black stared out from under a rimmed hat. He had a trench coat pulled around him. He looked like he was right out of those old Noir movies. You know the ones… with the sluth and the dames and the beautiful black and white coloring. Annie stared a bit too long. “Miss are you ok?” Again the deep strum went right through her and she shivered despite the warmth of the day. “Yes.” she murmured. He nodded and bid her good day before walking on his way. Annie went to walk off as well when she noticed something on the ground. A beautiful porcelain doll lay face down on the ground. The man must have dropped it when she ran into him. She looked up and went to shout his name when she realized he was no where in sight. Looking round there were thousands of people walking all around her. She would have to take out an ad in the paper later. Right now she needed to catch her flight. She grabbed the doll and turned it over. The doll had a beautifully painted face with glass green eyes. Annie shivered again. Dolls freaked her out. Their glass eyes always made her feel as if she were being watching. They always had smiles painted on them and placidly looked out at you. She shuddered again before nestling the doll against her and running on her way to the nearest bus stop. She needed to get to the airport.

Arriving at the airport around five in the evening, Annie promptly went to find the next flight she could get out to her mother in Arizona. It was going to be so hot there. She was not looking forward to it. Flight set, she relaxed a bit. She was sitting down and heard a murmur near her. She looked down to see a little girl admiring the doll she was holding. “Is this doll yours?” The child asked with such wide innocent eyes. Annie smiled, “No, but I’m keeping it safe for a friend.” a friend? He was a stranger but this little girl didn’t need to know that. She ooo’d and aaaahhh’d over the doll a bit longer before her mother called her to board their flight. The girl stood, giggled, waved at Annie and ran on her way. Annie felt the doll shift. She looked down and figured she imagined it since it was still right where she set it between her arm and her body. It was finally time for her to board. Standing and taking the doll with her she got on the plane.

The flight was odd. Every time she would doze off she would have the beginnings of a nightmare she couldn’t remember as she woke back up. Sleep, it would seem, was not happening on this flight. She turned the doll around and began to really examine it. Usually dolls had a pained face but this one didn’t seem to have that. There was no remarkable color on it besides the piercing green eyes. The dress looked like an antique white gown worn to a wedding, and there were black slippers on her feet. The hair was in brown ringlets around her head. The doll was very pretty and remarkable considering it was so different. A chill went up Annie’s spine and she put the doll next to her on the seat again. She grabbed a pair of headphones and plugged in to watch the inflight movie.

Landing in Arizona, Annie departed the plane and went to the baggage claim area to meet her mother. She brought no suitcase with her. She would just buy some clothes while she was here. Her mother waved and greeted her cheerily considering the circumstances of her flight home. “Hello there Annie. You look beautiful.” She hugged Annie and wisked her away to the car. The drive home was quiet. Once in a while Annie’s mother would mention how her grandmother asked about her and talked about her often. Annie began to feel horrible. She wasn’t even there for her grandmother’s last moments. She missed the holidays this year because of work deadlines and only talked briefly on the phone. The doll suddenly felt heavy on her lap. Her mother looked over at her. “I thought you hated dolls?” Annie glanced at the doll. “I do.” She shrugged. No other words were spoken about it. Annie’s mother prattled on about who was coming in town and when, plans that were already made, and what the next couple of days would look like.

The days went by fast. Annie saw more family than she even remembered having. They all shared great memories about her grandmother. Some made her cry while others made her laugh her way to tears. It was finally time to say goodbye. The night before the funeral Annie had a horrible nightmare. Her grandmother was trying to warn her about something but all Annie could do was look over at her with a placid smile and glazed blue eyes. Annie woke with a start the day of the funeral. The doll was on the chair next to her bed. She had sworn it was left in the kitchen. Her mother must have moved it with all of the visitors and she just overlooked it last night. She gave another look at the doll and ignored the shiver she felt. She really really hated dolls. She got up and dressed herself and then met her mother downstairs.

The ceremony was beautiful and many tears were shed. Annie was back at home sitting on the back porch with her mother. “Everything ok?” her mother asked her. “Hmmm.” she nodded and swung a little on the porch swing. Sighing her mother got up. “I’m going in and going to bed. I suggest you do the same soon. You have an early flight dear.” Annie embraced her mother and nodded. “I”ll be in soon.” The backyard was large and nice. The smell of fresh cut grass assaulted her nose. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. A noise of something falling near her caused her to open them again. On the floor near the swing was the doll. Annie looked at it. The doll was face down. How did it get out here? She must have brought it down with her at some point. Shaking herself from her surprise she picked up the doll and walked in the house to go upstairs.

Annie drifted off to sleep and dreamed yet again. This time she was sitting on a chair rocking. Nothing was in the room with her and no one seemed to be around. She tried to get up but couldn’t. She tried to look around but couldn’t see much. Her limbs wouldn’t move either. It was such an odd feeling. Annie just wanted to wake up.

Morning shone through the windows of the farm house. The beds were all made and breakfast was cooking. The porch swing creaked as Annie’s mother got up and went inside. She walked around the house picking up small things left over from everyone being there for the funeral. She sighed sadly as she opened Annie’s room door. The bed was already made. She smiled at it and then looked at the chair were the doll sat. She picked it up and took it into the sitting room. There was just a rocking chair in there now. The rest of the furniture was taken out. The house would be put up for sale and everything in it would be leaving. She looked at the doll. It was beautiful. Annie so hated them. She wondered at it. The beautiful glass blue eyes seemed to follow her. She shuddered and left the room closing the door behind her.

She failed to hear the scream issued from the room she just left as she walked down to the kitchen to eat her breakfast. It was a shame that Annie couldn’t make it in town. It was nice of her to send the doll though.

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Differences of Opinion (Challenge from a friend Hopefully it doesn’t disappoint)

Monica was completely set in her ways. She was born upperclass. Everything was handed to her all of her life. By the time she became an adult her vision was obscured. She shopped only name brand. She had a beautiful car but never learned to drive since she had a driver. Thus her life passed pretty pleasantly for her. Monica was a very smart woman albeit born with extreme prejudices.

Daniel was born in the slums. He was always dirty and his family was poor. They never really knew where their next meal was coming from. He played in the streets with his friends and had hardly a care in the world. He never saw himself at a disadvantage. He never looked at anyone with hatred or malice. He was a pleasant boy. As he grew up a dark seed was planted within him and hate grew. It was no fault of one particular thing, more society as a whole where he was concerned. He had to work hard for everything he ever did. People stepped on him, trampled over his generosity, and tore away at his heartstrings. Before he knew it he grew up a bitter adult. He hated the upperclass people who never knew hardships beyond not having their driver while he/she was on vacation. His bitter thoughts kept him from enjoying his adulthood like he should have been able to. School was rough but Daniel pulled through and went off to college to get his degree. He knew he was looking at a life of debt while he made his way and hatred grew further in his heart blackening his view of the world.

Monica was dealt a huge blow one morning. Her parents sat her down and told her she needed to make her own way. They would be paying for her college, but she was a smart girl, she needed to attend. Monica stomped through the house throwing every fit she could muster. However, confronted by her maid who had been her lone friend to stay by her since she was a baby, she controlled her temper and apologized. As independent as she was, she depended on money to help her along. She worked a little while she was in high school but only because she wanted to she never had to. This would be different. She would need to work for her grades and would need to make a name for herself. People would treat her differently and she hated that. She viewed most of the people she met as shallow, money grubbers and didn’t associate with them. It was why she didn’t have many friends growing up. It wasn’t worth hating them though, it wasn’t even worth hugely disliking them. It just took too much energy. This though, this would be different. She could go away to school where no one would know about her money or anything. She could start over and maybe find someone who would accept her for her and not her money.

First day of college made Monica groan. Her parent’s insisted on taking her in their private jet and drive the limo up to the school. People stared and everyone tried to get to know her. She turned her nose up to everyone and sighed when she got into the building and found out that her room was actually an apartment instead of the dorm room usually issued. She grumbled as she grabbed her schedule and her maid and some people hired by the family carried her belongings to her room. She sat on her bed dreading the beginning of school. Daniel was caught up in the crowd. He just wanted to get his room and his schedule and go. Everyone was pushing and crowding each other. it seemed there was some celebrity or whatever ahead of them. He watched as a girl got her schedule looking bored and annoyed. He thought to himself, she’s probably so stuck up they put her in a special apartment away from all of us “low-lifes” He looked at her with eyes clouded by rage and hate. By the time he got his schedule and room he was exhausted. All the hatred building up wore him out. He was angry at himself for letting that one incident get to him. He would probably never see her or ANY rich brat in the school. Daniel’s grades were actually pretty good. He was in many advanced classes and his major was in business. He got to his room and went to bed not wanting to talk with anyone that day.

Daniel woke early and got ready. He followed his schedule and the day seemed pretty easy. He got to his first class and almost cursed outloud. The girl from yesterday was there. He sneered as he walked past her. She looked up slightly shocked but glared back just the same. Daniel sat as far from her as he could and opened his book. He was determined to ignore and hate her for the entire year. Monica was startled when a man entered the classroom and looked at her with hate. He’s just jealous she thought and glared right back at him. She hated when people treated her with malice for no real reason. She was determined to ignore the man as long as she could.

The day went by normally after that. Monica and Daniel were in several classes together. Monica was near tears by lunch. It just took so much of her energy ignoring and loathing a person she never met. Her maid’s words came to mind. “Monica, walk a mile in another person’s shoes before you are determined to think ill of them.” She smiled and decided she would confront this man who seemed to hate her. Daniel was in a horrible mood. He was tired, he was grouchy, and he had no appetite. Lunch came around and he went to the cafeteria and sat down. The girl he was determined to hate was there. With a growl of frustration he got up and confronted her. “Don’t you have anything better to do than to come here? Don’t mommy and daddy pay for everything? Just go home!” Monica reeled at the tone of the man’s voice. Something entered her eyes that made Daniel pause. Pity, he saw it there. She pitied him. This made him angrier and he stormed out. Monica watched him go. She cocked her head to the side in wonder that someone could hate her. She went about her lunch and day.

Next day Monica was determined to talk to Daniel but her avoided her every attempt. She remained quiet until lab time. It would appear the teacher would not let them pick lab partners. He assigned them. Daniel and Monica were partnered up. Daniel gave up. He spent so much time hating her and he just had no more energy to fight it. Monica sat down next to him slowly. “Hello” she said without looking at him. He looked over and noticed she was tense. They would get a horrible grade this year like this. He took a breath and blew it out. “Hello.” was his gruff reply. He still refused to look at her. Monica sighed but continued on their work. Days went on like this. Daniel did minimum work and Monica worked as hard as she could. Frustrated one day she grabbed him after class. “What is with you?” She yelled at him. He turned to her and spat back, “You! You are what is wrong with me. You spoiled brat. You’ve never had to work for anything!” Monica stared at him. “You know, I can’t help who I was born to. I was a lot like you and I can see that hatred is just not worth it. If you would let me we could be friends.” He stared at her incredulously. “We have NOTHING in common.” She smiled at him. “You don’t know me. Give it a chance. If we can’t find anything common I’ll even ask the professor to give us different partners.” Daniel thought it over. “Fine.” Really what did he have to loose.

The two went to lunch together. They talked about likes and dislikes. The more they talked the more Daniel relaxed. it would appear they had a lot in common. They shared the same books. They shared the same interest in music. They had so much in common it was hard for Daniel to remain hating Monica. Daniel never realized he could have so much in common with his enemy. Monica laughed and he found himself relaxing even more. They parted ways and went back to their rooms. Daniel had to rethink his entire life up to this. His hatred was for nothing? When did it even start? Why was it there? Monica was a great girl and he was letting his hatred keep him from a great friendship. Making up his mind he walked out of his room to seek a new friend. They had exchanged numbers. He text her and she agreed to meet up with him.

A few years went by and the two became fast friends. They were hardly ever apart. Daniel seemed to come out of his shell and made several friends. Monica worked hard and made friends herself. She trusted Daniel’s judgement when it came to people and she was no longer afraid that they would betray her for her money. It was nearing summer break. The two friends had planned a trip together after going home first to spend time with family. Daniel talked about Monica often and his parents were excited to finally meet this girl. They text every night. Monica would be flying out to meet up with him and staying with his parents for a few days before they left for New York to catch a flight to Europe. They were so excited. They talked every night.

The flight day came. Daniel invited some of his friends with him to pick her up from the airport. His friends didn’t believe he had made a friend out of Monica. It would appear that Daniel had truly changed his outlook. They went to the airport to pick her up. They waited and waited. But the flight never made it. Daniel stared in disbelief. It was all over the news. Maybe she didn’t catch the flight. He text her frantically. There was no answer. The girl who changed his mind, the person who helped him let go of his hatred, the one person who could open up and care about him regardless of his attempts to keep her away was gone.

Daniel turned to his friends and smiled. “She wouldn’t want me to be unhappy and go back to being hateful. Let’s go out guys.”

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An Eternal Loyalty

Max was tiny when he was born. No one thought he would make it. Everyone was surprised when he finally opened his eyes and took his first breaths. They were so excited and a celebration was put together. As the days wore on Max grew. He was strong, smart, and very playful. He took on a companion. Someone he was hoping to spend his life with. You see, Max is a beautiful soul with unconditional love. His best friend and life long companion was named Al. Al was a gentle sort of person. He was aged and his hair silver and thinning with his years on earth. He spent long days sitting on a porch swing talking with Max. Their day was pretty simple; Al would wake up, call for Max, and together they would eat breakfast. This morning would be different. Al got up later than normal. He didn’t call for Max. Max woke on his own and trotted in to the kitchen for breakfast. “Max, I’m getting old. We’re going to have some company ’round here. My son is coming with his family to take care of me.” Max dropped his head to his food and ate pondering the man’s words. Al looked no older than he was yesterday and yet he seemed slowed down and tired. In the next week the house turned chaotic. People ran here and there and Max was trodden on more than once. He stalked off to the backyard where he heard voices. It would appear that Al’s son had some children of his own. Max galloped up to the nearest child who squealed and began an impromptu game of tag. Max spent the next few months in raptures. He got more attention than he had ever had. He continued to keep an eye on Al though. Al got up later and later. He became slower and slower. Six months went by this way. Al would still come to the table and Max was still called. Everyone would then join in on breakfast and then the kids would all go out to the yard and play. One morning Al didn’t come down to breakfast. Max was concerned and looked all though the house. No one appeared to be home. He had spent the night out and didn’t return to the house till morning when he knew Al would be down to breakfast. He lay down on the couch and whined to himself. Tears gathered in his eyes. Soon he heard the door and bound up to go greet everyone and see Al. They all walked in through the door. Al was not there. Max waited by the door and looked back at the people who came in to the house. Al’s son came up. “I’m sorry Max. He’s not there. He’s not coming back.” He turned and walked into the kitchen to make food for everyone. Max stood near the door. What did that mean? Why wasn’t he coming back? A kid walked up and sat with Max. “It’ll be ok. We’ll take care of you now.” Max looked over. This boy was still young and yet he could see Al’s eyes in him so he smiled and got up. He would never forget Al and their days together. Days turned into months, months turned into years. The house saw many people come and many people go. The only thing that never changed was Max. Max was constant. He never changed and he never lost his love for Al and his family. Al’s son departed one day years later, there was an accident he was told. The boy who had Al’s eyes told him so. This boy was named Todd. Todd was now the man of the house and he took care of Max. Max stuck next to him like no other. This person meant the world to him. He was there when Todd started school. He was there when Todd had his first kiss. He was even there when Todd proposed to his girlfriend. He was in the wedding and stood next to Todd as he married. He was at his side when Todd’s first child was born and he mourned with him when his first child departed the world too soon. Todd and Max were more inseparable than Max and Al ever were. Another child was born and Max played his heart out with him. He took care of the family and they in turn took care and loved him. He was getting tired though. Max was growing older. Todd had to help him walk around now. No matter what though he would play with the kids. There were now two of them, a little girl who just began walking and a boy who was about the age of Todd when Max met him. He had Al’s eyes too. It was a beautiful spring day. The breezes brought in the smell of flowers. Max wanted to go outside. Todd and his son went with him. They walked around the yard and walked the paths that lead to a small creek. Max was visibly tired so Todd carried him home while his son tramped behind. They sat on the porch and Max lay down. Todd’s boy beside him. He smiled as the boy lay next to him talking in his gibberish while Todd laughed. Max closed his eyes and drifted off to the sounds of their voices. “Max! Max! Here boy!!!” He knew that voice. Max lifted his head. He could see him! Al was in front of him calling to him. He leap for joy! Something was pulling at him though. He was seeing Al after all of these years but something told him to turn around. He did to see the small boy crying over a furry lump on the porch. He realized with a start that was himself. The sorrow coming off the boy permeated the air around him. He looked back once more and saw Al. Al nodded to him giving him permission. Max walked up to the boy and licked him. The boy startled and looked wide eyed. Max smiled his doggish grin and  turned and bound back to Al. The boy stood and with his father watched as their beloved Max lopped over the rainbow bridge spy as a puppy again. Al turned and waved and the two of them wandered off beyond the rainbow bridge.

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What if

Amanda is a very beautiful person inside and out. She is careful with her wording when talking to others, not wanting to offend them. Her steps are graceful and her voice is pleasing to listen to. She makes friends easily. Amanda walks to work everyday in tennis shoes that she exchanges for solid colored pumps when entering the office door. Carefully put together she goes to her desk, boots her computer, and sets herself down for a day of work. This is the same routine everyday. There is little to break that working tradition besides weekends of fun with friends and family. You would think Amanda is quite happy and content. Little would you know of the underlying discontent.

Monday morning came harsh and bright. It was warm outside. Amanda reluctantly rose and walked to her alarm clock slamming a hand down to silence it. She put her alarm on her dresser across the room so she would be forced to rise and turn it off every morning. She yawned and stretched her long, tired limbs. Looking around she oriented herself and slowly woke up. Sluggishly moving toward the kitchen, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and yawned again. “Morning Tibby” she came out of the hallway into a modest living room. On the couch sat a fat orange cat which opened one eye and looked at it’s owner. Amanda dragged her body to the couch and pet the cat on the head. “Tibby, it’s another Monday! Time to rise and get to work!.” The cat closed it’s eyes, rolled over and promptly ignored his master. Sighing, Amanda rose from the couch and continued on to the kitchen. She entered and made a beeline for the coffee maker. Coffee percolating, Amanda began waking with just the smell. She semi-cheerfully began making some oatmeal and sat at the kitchen table to eat while she waited for her coffee.

Amanda sat looking out her back door for what seemed like hours. It was a beautiful sunny day and wildlife was in full motion. People were out walking and running, going about their daily routines. Monday seemed like every other day, but Amanda felt something was off. She lapsed into a daydream of what if’s. Staring unblinkingly out the window, her mind supplied a visual she was not all too familiar with and it startled her. She did not come back to reality though. She was staring at a man who was looking right at her. Puzzled she tentatively waved at him and he smiled. The man seemed familiar to her. Recognition slammed into her like a freight train and she couldn’t stop the events from unfolding in front of her.

Dave looked up at her window. He had been staring at her since he had met her at work months ago. He was finally working up the nerve to ask her out. Today at work he would. Her apartment was on his way, he passed by every morning on his morning run and would see her staring out her window or on her balcony watching the passersby. She was beautiful and her smile was wistful. What he wouldn’t give to just say one word to her. This morning was different though. As he passed by her apartment he stopped and looked up at her window. She was sitting there staring just like normal. Was she even aware she was standing out on her balcony? Their gazes locked and Dave swallowed. “Well here goes nothing” he thought to himself. Taking a deep breath he smiled and waved to her. She greeted him cheerily and bid him come closer to her balcony. “On your morning run?” she questioned him. He nodded. “I will not keep you then. I’ll see you at work? Perhaps we will have lunch today.” Dave couldn’t believe his luck. He nodded and bid her farewell, continuing on his run. Amanda raced back in the house to grab her coffee. She stopped suddenly and remembered something, running to the door she called out to Dave. Dave heard her and wandered back. “We’ll meet today at the caffe down the street from work. That way we have a meeting spot.” Dave smiled and replied, “It’s a date!” Amanda went back in and continued with her morning. Dave decided he was too late to run with the interruption and returned home to get dressed. Up ahead at the cross section a horrible accident happened when two cars turned into each other causing a block in traffic.

Amanda practically skipped into work that morning. She was happier than she had been in a while. Her only pause was stopped while crews cleared the accident at the corner of her street. Two cars crashed into each other. No one had been on the path at that time so no one was hurt. Amanda went about her day as per usual. Lunch came and butterflies swarmed her stomach. She walked down to the front doors and paused. She was going on a date with Dave. She had been watching him for a while now and was instantly attracted to him. She smiled to herself and walked out of the building to the cafe. Dave was already there and took the liberty of ordering for her. Everything was perfect and the two laughed and talked over lunch. They decided they would meet up for dinner soon. Amanda was on cloud nine as she left the cafe and went back to work all the while talking with Dave. That night Dave called Amanda and made plans for dinner that Friday. Amanda agreed and got off the phone with him and planned her Friday outfit. That week had been the longest week for them both. Dinner came and went and many other dates followed. A year went by and Amanda found herself staring at the sidewalk one morning while getting ready for the weekend. There was a knock on her door. She turned and walked to answer it. There at the front door was Dave, down on one knee asking her to marry him. She smiled and tearfully said yes. He picked her up and twirled her around. The wedding day came and went and Amanda was blissfully happy. They were expecting their first child. Cries entered the room and the baby was set into the mother’s awaiting arms. She smiled as a flash went off signaling the camera held by a smiling Dave. He walked up to her and bent to kiss her forehead.

BEEP BEEP BEEP the sound of the coffee maker startled Amanda from her window view. She turned and a tear was resting on her cheek. Grabbing the coffee pot she poured the coffee into a mug and went back to the table. There on the table was a newspaper opened up to an article which Amanda looked at unblinkingly. The small headline read: Runner killed in two car accident.

What if she had actually run back to her window to tell him to meet her at the cafe instead of just grabbing her coffee that morning a year ago that very day.

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Can’t is Just a State of Mind

So I have writer friends I talk to on Facebook as well as people I follow on here. I read their stuff and talk with them and every time I do I think I wish I could do that but I just can’t. Then I make up all sorts of excuses…. “I’m just too busy” “There isn’t enough time” “I’m too tired” “I’m just not that creative” Today I realized these things are just that… they are excuses that are stopping me. I’m going to take a page out of some of there books and make some time, push my creativity, and challenge friends and other fellow writers to do the same. So what’s stopping you all? What is keeping you from those beautiful keyboard keys and pencils and paper?

I’m removing can’t from my vocabulary and I’m starting fresh. I was challenged (well I viewed it as such to motivate me) to write some of my stories on this blog. So far I’ve just been blogging about my process… sometimes I re read and realize I’m just whining about something, or I’m saying something and I don’t follow through with it. So I’m going to be removing can’t, won’t, and don’t.

I may crash, I may get tired, I’m GOING to get frustrated, and I’m going to stress my creative muscle…. BUT I’m going to do it!! Right now I’ve got 3 novels in the editing process and I”m just held up on them. So I’m giving them to someone else to edit and I’m going to remove myself from them for a while and just write what comes to mind. My first project I’m hoping to put up next week. I hope you will all bear with me a while and I’d LOVE to hear some feedback as well as encouragement!!!

This is a hard process and sometimes I feel that by putting it up here I’m opening myself up. Then I realize that’s what I need to do. I won’t become a better writer if I don’t ask for feedback. I can’t ask for feedback without putting something out there.  🙂 SOOooooooooooooo

I’m asking you all for your help…… Make me a better writer because I know I CAN!!!!

See you all next week!!!!!  🙂

In the meantime…. Check out my friend’s writing blog!!!!!!! joelmichaelleong.wordpress.com!!!!!  TOTALLY WORTH THE CHECKOUT!!!!  🙂

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Introductions and Expectations

Introductions and Expectations.

 

Check out a friend and fellow author’s blog!!!  I promise to make some posts again soon!!!  Until then… check him out!!!  🙂

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Land of the Lost?!

I almost forgot I had a blog!!! 🙂

I have gotten pretty busy lately. My full time job is getting in the way of my hobbies. 😉 I have been working on a couple of projects though. Last year I wrote “The Queen’s Portal” about a woman growing up in one world only to find out in her adult years she’s the missing leader of another world. She has to go through learning how to lead people she knows nothing about in a land torn apart by wars and oppressed by her own bloodline. By the end she will need to make a decision between her previous life that she has known since she was a child and the new life she has come to know. Honor and duty over love and comfort. It’s been an interesting journey for myself writing something like that. It has many scifi elements in it and I’m just not used to writing that. I’ve been forming the sequel to that book and I’m completely excited and terrified of it at the same time. The first one was so daunting to write and came out amazingly well I’m afraid to follow it. BUT I left it so open I feel I need to answer some things still.

I started a second project as well. This one has required me to reach out to other people to do a little bit of research. It has many elements completely rooted in superstition, lore, legend, and even some spirituality! I won’t say too much about it because I’m still in the process of putting it all together. Sometimes I feel like Frankenstein putting together a monster and just hoping that it won’t run into a village and destroy it!!!

There are so many things I’ve learned while being busy working, balancing family life, balancing a freelance job, as well as writing my own stuff. The first thing I learned was I have only so much patience when I’m busy. The second thing I learned is I daydream A LOT when I’m in the writing process. The third thing I learned is one project CANNOT rule my life. There are times when I just need to set it aside and look around at the colors, people, and things in my life.

Balance is SUPER important. I LOVE to write and it’s an amazing outlet. I can vent anger out through a character, I can create a world where I can escape reality for brief moments until I’m able to deal with that reality, I can write out a problem and then solve it and apply it to a real life situation, and above all I can entertain. My mind can be a dark and scary place, anyone’s can be. It does no good to stay inside of it and let no one in. Shutting youself out of everything while you work on a project is a horrible thing to do and yet we all do it. I myself sometimes forget that there are real things I have to get done and people I have to see. While you do your projects, whether they be writing, music, drawing, or anything else you do…. make sure to make time for yourself and your loved ones.

Now with all of that out of my system….. Here is a small piece of what I’ve been writing lately…..  🙂

Malei walked to the door. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She opened it. Inside her mother’s chambers it looked like a preserved museum scene, something from long ago. The bed remained in perfect condition. Dust did not touch anything. She walked around it. The walls were grey an the floor white raised tile. A writing table stood in the corner. It was wooden and carved with many different patterns. It was beautiful. That writing desk may have been Malei’s favorite thing in this room. She remembered running in and playing on it often when she was little. A closet stood in the far side of the room. Gowns flowed out of it in every color of the rainbow. Her mother was always beautiful and her gowns had to match that beauty. A couch was in the center of the room standing on white furs. A fireplace made of black marble stood at the other end of the room. She walked all the way in and marveled. Nothing was touched in this room. It was just as she remembered it. There were no black marks, no stains, nothing like the rest of the castle. Malei was baffled until she reached the bedside table. Upon the table stood a crown of red gold. Around the gold were black gems. This was the crown of the kingdom. It pulsed as she approached it. The crown called out to her. She reached out for it. Malei dare not finish her reach. It reminded her of her mother. This crown wanted her. It needed her. She closed her eyes and listened. A hum filled the room. Warmth spread through her. She felt more alive in this moment than she ever felt in her life. These people depended on her. They counted on her to rule them. They counted on her to be able to make the right decisions, give the right sacrifices. She was needed. She opened her eyes and reached for the crown again. It pulsed again and this time her hand connected with it. Light erupted and Malei’s vision swam before her.

And there you have it. A small piece from The Queen’s Portal.  Hopefully I will be able to get it all stitched up this summer and ready to head to an editor so I can work on it’s sequel. While that’s all happening… I will continue to work on this new idea I have temporarily dubbed The Gypsy Bride…. How painful would it be to loose one’s essence? To become just a shell and nothing more? Can it be more painful than immortality?! I’ll find out as this book takes shape!!!  🙂

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