The Future’s Past

time concept, selective focus point, special toned photo f/xI’ve been an a crazy slump as you can see from the NaNo calendar tracking my (lack) of progress. I am still in the competition on Watt Pad, and I wrote just over 4K words today. It’s a pretty decent story, but it’s not my Novel.

As of now, I have to write over 2.5 K words each day to win NaNo. My current plan is to start on one of the prequel stories, since it’s lore that has me all blocked up. Or maybe I’ll just sit down and write up some lore. We will see. That is what I will be reporting to the computer at 9 AM sharp to spend at least one hour doing. Hopefully, I won’t have to reschedule due to unforeseeable life stuff.

Anyway, that’s my sorry excuse for being so far behind on NaNo writing. Here’s the story I wrote for the Watt Pad competition. I had three must include things:

  1. Vomit
  2. Time Travel
  3. Mermaids

I think I got it all in. You tell me what you think in the comments.

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The Future’s Past

It was a strange life. Being a nerd always is. I grew up loving science fiction, believing in life beyond earth and beyond death, and without any particular religion.

This is almost unheard of in my small southern Virginia town. I was an outcast to say the least.

Then high school started. I got taller, but stayed slim. Tall, skinny, geeky girls are only good for one thing. Study partners…or homework to copy off of. No one paid much attention to me otherwise.

Imagine my surprise when the second line quarterback asked me out. He was tall, built like a tank, blue eyes to die for and popular.

We were outside our first period class getting things out of our respective lockers.

“Hey, Michelle. What’re ya doing this weekend?” Stephen asked.

“The usual…wild parties, orgies, drugs and alcohol” was my flippant reply. I figured he was looking to give me a hard time like his buddies usually do.

“I’m serious,” Stephan said. “You got any plans Saturday?”

I looked at him as if he’d grown an extra eye or few.

“Nothing much. Why?”

“There’s a midnight showing of Rocky Horror, and I wondered if you wanted to come along?”

YOU want to go to a showing of Rocky Horror Pitcher Show? The one with Meatloaf and Tim Curry?” I asked incredulously.

“Yup,” Stephen answered. “It’s one of my favorite cult classics, and I figure you’re just about the only one in this entire building under the age of 30 who would have a clue what I was talking about.”

“You’re probably right about that,” I laughed. “Sounds like fun, where’s the show”

“The old Rocky Theater. The new owner said he couldn’t resist, the Rocky Theater hosting the Rocky Horror Picture Show”

“That is kind of cool in a strange way. Okay, I’ll see you there about 15 minutes before midnight?”

“Sounds great. Oh, and I mean it starts on Saturday so we will be meeting technically Friday night.”

“No game this week?”

“I’m second string. They will be okay without me,” Stephan grinned and walked into class.

I went on with the rest of my week as if nothing was different. Stephan and I didn’t speak, which was normal. Everything was same ol’ same ol’ except for me tearing through my closet at home every night. I was looking for something to wear Friday night. I was pulling a typical female I-have-nothing-to-wear fit and hated myself for it.

By Friday morning, I had decided on jeans, a cute sweater my much hipper cousin had given me a few Christmases back, some decent tennis shoes and my usual jean jacket. Hopefully Stephan wouldn’t regret having asked me out.

Friday Classes

Stephan asked me if I was still up for Rocky Horror that night. Of course I told him I was definitely gonna be there, with or without him!

Classes drug by that day. I kept being called on without knowing the answer to the question. It’s hard to know the answer when you didn’t even hear the question. I was drifting off wondering why Stephan asked me to go. Did he just want company or was he interested in me? Was I going to end up being the butt of some outrageous and humiliating joke, as usual?

Finally, the end of day bell rang and everyone runs to start their weekend. I get on the bus, and again lament my lack of a car as I deal with the ribbing by the one or two popular kids who weren’t well off enough to have a car either.

“Michelle will be at home all weekend with her nose in her homework,” mouthed one random kid who was actually still in middle school. “Even I have more of a life than that”

“I know,” chimed in Lisa-Anne, the newest member of the basketball cheerleading squad. “She wouldn’t know what to do on a date if she was given a cheat sheet”

I don’t know why I let them goad me into it but I opened up my mouth and let go.

“Shows what you asshats know. I’m going out with Stephan Reeve tonight. We’re meeting at the Rocky Theater tonight.”

“You lie,” crowed Lisa-Anne.

“Be there at 11:45 and see if I lie.”

With that, we were at my stop. I was suddenly grateful to live so close to the school. I got to the bottom step and heard Lisa-Anne say, “You know she’s lying. I’ll be there. Who else wants to call out the lying witch?”

The doors closed before I could hear the replies.

Friday Night

Between getting off the bus and leaving for the theater must have been the longest 7 hours of my life. Between answering my parent’s inquisition about where I was going and trying to figure out how to use this make up crap my older sister was insisting I had to wear, I hardly had time to breathe without someone pestering me.

Finally, the parental units went to bed after many admonishments to take enough money for cab fare home and how to take care of myself. My sister had already gone out with her boyfriend.

Peace. And. Quiet.

Except now, I had about an hour to get a shower and get ready to meet Stephan. So I rushed through my shower in order to have time to dry my waist-length, straight as an arrow dark brown hair.

Once my hair was dry, I started tearing apart my underwear drawer. I’d never give a thought to what I wore under my clothes. Truth be told, I rarely thought much about my outer clothes. I don’t know why I was acting so crazy, it’s not as if Stephan was gonna try to seduce mousey old me anyway. I finally settled on black panties and an almost matching black bra. Not that I really needed a bra. My sister got the tatas when the genes were handed out.

I finished getting dressed.  Now to try this crap my sister gave me. A little foundation and powder I can do. Eye shadow and all that other crap I can do without! However, since my sister said it was important, I gave in a little and added some brown eyeliner to my lower lids and mascara. If it wasn’t good enough for whom ever I was trying to impress, that was there problem. Right?

At the Theater

I got to the theater door right at 11:30 and leaned against the wall near the entrance to watch for Stephan. I was pretty sure he had been joking, but I didn’t want to be rude if he did actually show up.

Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, Stephen walked up. He smelled like heaven and was sexier than ever in his jeans and tee. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower!

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” Stephen said.

“I told you I’d be here, with or without you.”

“Yeah. I was sure you’d think I was trying to be an ass like some of the others at school”

“The thought crossed my mind”

Stephen laughed. “Glad you gave me a chance. Ready to go in?”

“Yup”

We went in and found awesome seats. Third row up from the screen, center aisle. Couldn’t be any better. The place was pretty deserted. Not many Rocky Horror fans in BFE, Virginia I guess.

Stephan and I had a blast. We sang along with the songs, quoted most of the lines and generally laughed ourselves to pieces.

After the show, we headed out. We were discussing if there was anywhere open to grab a bite to eat as we came out the door.

“Look-it-here” sing-songed a familiar voice.

Stephen and I looked towards the voice. There stood Lisa-Anne and about half the various cheerleading squads from school. I groaned inside.

“Hey, Lisa-Anne” Stephen said. “I didn’t see ya’ll inside”

“We wouldn’t be caught dead here. We just came to see if Michelle was lying about you asking her out.”

“Why would she lie about that?”

“Because she is such a looooo-ser!”

I wanted to drop into the nearest hole.

“Shut up Lisa-Anne.” I seethed.

“Oh, I will for now. But you two had better believe the entire school will know just how retarded you two are. I bet Stephen even gets kicked off the team for being seen with a looser like you, Michelle.”

The cheerleaders walked off laughing and catcalling.

“I’m sorry” I said to Stephen “I don’t know why I even told that witch I was coming here tonight”

“It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t have asked you to come if I cared one bit about what other people say.”

“I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse”

“It didn’t come out right. Nothing I say ever does.”

“I know that feeling.”

“Still want to go grab a bite to eat?”

“Sure”

We headed to Stephan’s car and went to the local all night greasy spoon for something to eat. We spent a couple of hours chatting over fries and burgers. I’d have never believed I would have so much in common with anyone from the in-crowd.

Stephan gave me a ride back to my house.

“Hope you don’t get too much grief over this,” I said as I got out of the car.

“I don’t much care. I had a great time tonight, and that’s what matters.”

“Agreed”

“You busy tomorrow?”

“Nothing too pressing.”

“I’ll call you in the morning, see if there’s anything worth doing around this town tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds great,” I said.

“Talk soon.”

With that, Stephan was gone.

Saturday and Sunday

I awoke Saturday morning feeling like a million dollars. Stephan said he’d had a good time and asked if he could call me today. That went so much better than I could have ever thought… or that’s what I told myself up until about noon,

I spent Saturday and Sunday waiting for Stephan’s call. I figured he was probably dealing with fallout from the cheerleaders meddling and would call me once he set them straight. I passed time by working on homework and writing a bit.

Finally, just before bed Sunday night, I admitted to myself that maybe I had been made a fool. I laid down dreading school the next day.

Monday Morning

I got on the bus that day with dread heavy in the pit of my stomach. Lucky for me I am one of the first on, so I chose the single seater in the very back of the bus. As we went on, I noticed that none of the cheerleaders that normally ride the bus got on today. Must be my very lucky day, I thought.

Stephan wasn’t at his locker that morning. He didn’t show up to first period either. This guy never missed a day. I hoped he was okay and decided to call his house at lunch.

As I waited for lunch, I started noticing many of the popular kids were missing today. Must have all gotten vacation to the beach-itis or some such rich kid illness, I thought spitefully. Probably where Stephan was but I’d still call and check to be sure.

When the lunch bell finally rang, I went to my locker and got out my cell phone. I even follow that rule. No wonder everyone gives me grief about being too much of a goody-two shoes.

I grab my student directory—can’t believe our school is still that old fashioned but it worked for me at this moment—and found Stephan’s home number. It was disconnected when I dialed. Out of morbid curiosity, I called Lisa-Anne’s number. Disconnected. That was odd…very odd. I then called about three other numbers of kids I’d noticed out today. Everyone was disconnected…

For the first time in my life, I decided to duck out of school early. Something funny was going on. There was no way that many of our popular students had changed home numbers or moved. Especially improbably considering they were all missing school as well.

Looking for the missing

I talked my sister into loaning me her car after explaining what I had found. My sister thought I was crazy. She told me I had been out with my boyfriend Friday night. Some guy named Robert. I don’t know a Robert.

I rode by all the address of the students I had noted were out of school. Everyone was an empty lot! Even Stephan’s house! That house had stood for more than 50 years.

I finally decide I have to tell someone who can do something about all this. I go to the principle. She tells me that the student directory I have is not for that school. Or even that school year. She then proceeds to tell me these people never existed. She asked if I wanted to speak to the counselor. I declined and left the school hastily.

I drove down by the lake made by the hydro-plant’s dam. There’s this peaceful spot about a mile down an unmarked trail. It’s not on any map, but it’s always been there. The trail ends at a small pool of water just big enough for five or six people to swim in. The water is always warm, even in the dead of Virginia winter.

I go there to think. Or to just get away. I parked my car in the lot closest to the trail’s start and head to my peaceful spot. I half expected the trail to be gone. I was relieved beyond words when it was still right where it was supposed to be.

I walked slowly turning over my thoughts. I knew I had gone to the Rocky Theater with Stephan that night. I know the cheerleaders had shown up and given us grief. I know that the directory I had was the correct one for that year. And for my school! I couldn’t figure out how any of this had suddenly changed or disappeared.

The Swimming Hole

I got to the swimming hole in decent time. I still had about 4 hours before dark would descend. I decided to swim for a bit. Swimming always helps me figure out the tough problems. I didn’t have my suit, but I was alone and had never seen anyone else out here. I got undressed and quickly dove in.

The warm water caressed my skin like the most amazing massage ever. I swam a few laps then treaded water while still pondering the disappearing people and houses.

As I watched, the water suddenly got lighter and greener. The water warmed up slowly until it felt like the water does in the dead heat of summer. I started swimming towards the opposite shore where my clothes were hanging on a tree.

Before I could reach the shoreline, someone popped up out the water. I stopped and stared. There had been no one else here when I arrived, and I’d neither seen nor heard anyone approach.

Deciding that acting was better than thinking I called out “Who the hell are you?”

The other person turned around slowly and started swimming towards me.

“Don’t get any closer” I yelled “My boyfriend will be here any minute.”

The person laughed. I thought it was a laugh anyway. It sounded almost musical.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.”

But no one had spoken. That statement popped into my head, but in someone else’s voice.

Oh, Lordy, I thought. I am losing my mind.

“No you’re not”

Again, in my mind but not my voice. I jumped out of the water and started running for my clothes.

“You must not run. You will never find your answers or your missing friends if you do.”

“They are not my friends,” I yelled while pulling on my clothes in a hurry.

“Stephan was.”

“How the hell do you know that? What the hell are you? And how the hell are you putting thoughts or whatever in my damned mind?” I screamed

“I know that because I am you. From about 2 days in the future. We are both mermaids. We are each other. You know my thoughts because I am you and you are me.”

“What utter bullshit” I cry.

“You have a scar on your left butt cheek from the time you decided to try to climb the barbed wire fence around your uncle’s ranch. You half hoped Stephan would try to get you in bed Friday night. And you wished the cheerleaders dead when they embarrassed you outside Rocky Theater that night”

I sat down very hard. There is no way anyone but me knew the last two. No one would have guessed that I wanted Stephan to come on that strongly… Okay, maybe this…thing was me? I still don’t understand what the hell is going on.

“I’ve come back to tell you what happened. I can’t go back further than this, but this pool is our gateway into other times and dimensions. You haven’t always lived here. We are able to travel in ways you’ve decided to forget for a while. But you need to remember. You have to save the town. Save Stephan”

“Does that mean I have to save the snot-nosed cheerleaders, too?” I asked petulantly.

“Yes. You must use this pool to go back and leave yourself a message. You must not tell Lisa-Anne about your date with Stephan. Then she won’t show up. You won’t wish anyone dead. This world’s fabric won’t start tearing apart.”

“And how do a few dead cheerleaders tear the word apart”

“Normally it wouldn’t. But one of them will invent cures to diseases this world hasn’t even identified yet. More importantly, Stephan becomes leader of the free world and stops inter-galactic war more times than you would believe.”

“How do you know all this?”

“We know all this because our species can exist in many times, many places, and many time lines at once. That is how I was able to send part of me back here to warn you. We have made a deal with the ancient ones that limits our ability to travel backwards. In order to keep the timelines we choose to live in pure. However, we can sometimes work around this limitation in dire circumstances. The ancients agree this is one of those times. You must go back and warn yourself. You must go now before too much time has passed. The ancients have granted you just enough time to fix this if you leave now. Don’t think about it. You know how to travel. Just jump in and swim to the bottom and believe”

And poof she…I…it was gone.

Decisions

I was astounded to say the least. I always thought there was more than just what I could see and touch. I believed in higher forms of life. But still. This was too much, even for me. How could my wish cause all these people to disappear.

“When you travel, you will get all your memories back. GO! NOW!”

That voice in my head again.

What did I have to lose? I have always been a good swimmer. So if nothing happened, I just swam back up to the top and went on as if nothing happened.

If it worked… I’d deal with that bridge when I crossed it.

Remembering Myself

I jumped back in the water and swam straight towards the bottom. It seemed as if I swam forever. Finally, things started changing. The temperature went up. The water became translucent. I could see to the bottom.

It appeared miles away. There was some sort of whirlpool going on down there. I was scared, but if I couldn’t trust myself… So I kept swimming as fast as I could. The whirlpool came at me quickly. It reached me faster than should have been possible. I was suddenly caught up in it and helpless. I was scared. I passed out.

When I came to, I was on the edge of the water. And dry. I was dressed still, so that was a plus. I tried to stand but the whole world seemed to shift and spin. I sat down roughly and lost my lunch.

My stomach finally settled and I stood up. I had to hold on to the tree beside me, but I managed to stay off my ass this time.

Boy did my head hurt. It felt ten times bigger than it did when I went in the water. I figured everything must have been a dream and started toward when my sister’s car was so I could head home and figure out this crazy day.

I get to the parking lot and my sister’s car is not there. I reach in my pockets and find the keys. After all the strange happenings today, I decide to just roll with it.

The other me said I would travel backwards in time if I did what she said. She also said we were mermaids, but what the hell. I walked over to the board where the previous day’s lake measurements were posted with the date for the measurements.

The date was the day before Stephan asked me out. What the hell! Someone is playing a hell of a joke at my expense.

I checked my pockets and found the money my parents had given me for cab fare home the night I went out with Stephan. I decided to use it to get a ride home. If I was quick, I’d be there before anyone got in. That way, if I was being pranked I could find out. If not, I could leave myself some kind of message and hope it worked.

On the ride home, I kept drifting in and out. I kept getting snatches of what seemed like a dreams. Or another life. I fell asleep and dreamed of a life as a mermaid. Talk about the power of suggestion!

The driver woke me when we got to my house. I paid him and hopped out. I ran inside and grabbed the newspaper on the table where dad leaves it every morning. It had the same date as the lake measurements.

I went to the phone and dialed the ancient weather line. I listened as the tinny machine voice told me the time and date. I didn’t wait for the weather or current conditions. The voice confirmed that I was back to the day before Stephan asked me to the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I had about 30 minutes before I got home. Yeah, that was a strange thought but I kept on rolling with the flow. I sat down and tried to figure out where I could leave myself a message and what message I would believe when I read it. Man, this time travel stuff so makes it hard to figure out what you’re thinking about!

Anyway. I knew I would grab my journal since I would be running late heading out for school. I grabbed the journal and put in the code that unlocked it. I wrote in large letters “Do not tell anyone outside the family about your date with Stephan. You could cause serious problems if you do. Trust me…Only one person can get into this. Only you know the combination. Only you know about your crush on Stephan. Only you know just how far your fantasizing this night will go…you slut puppy. Accept the date, show up. You’ll have a great time. Just don’t let Lisa-Anne goad you on Friday. Telling her will ruin lives.”

I closed the book and put the locking mechanism in place. I then called the taxi and met it on the next street over. I didn’t feel like answering any questions. I went back to the pond, jumped back in and swam toward the whirlpool. I knew just how to make it take me back to my right time.

I woke up on the shore again dry as usual. I went to the parking lot and got in my sister’s car. I drove by Stephan’s house. It was there. I guess the message must have worked.

I don’t remember Stephan and I going out on Saturday, but apparently we did. Then entry is in the same journal as my warning to myself. I still remember how to pool-travel as I call it. I am a mermaid who has been blessed with land legs for a while. I am still dating Stephan and he is proud to be with me. I don’t know where this life is going but I am going to enjoy it. Just like all the other lives I’ve lived.

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Sun and Moon Collide Dream Cast and Some Videos to Help Us Stay Motivated

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Good evening. Hope your day has gone well. If you’re doing NaNoWriMo, NaBloPoMo, or NaNoFiWriMo I hope you got your post or word count done with ease.

Me, writing today has been easier than the past few days. Until I got to the end of a scene and I am tired of writing this scene type. The FMC just found out she’s a were-cat and is being introduced to her new reality. She’s had a few things told to her, but there’s so much more she has to learn.

I can’t decide if I am going to skip the rest of this to get the story moving, or what. I am just dreading writing the rest of the lore of these shifters. I know most of it already but getting it into words just isn’t appealing at the moment. I guess that’s the not so fun part about writing a novel. I’ll suck it up shortly or tomorrow. What do you do when you get to a scene you just don’t want to write yet?

I did spend sometime getting a dream cast done for my characters. For those who may not know, a dream cast is where an author or reader picks famous people they want to play each major role in the novel. Take a look and tell me what you think:

Sun And Moon Colide Dream Cast

Is there any one you don’t recognize? There is one who isn’t an actor, but he is a celebrity. It’s an old photo of him, but it worked for his character!

Now, I have five videos for you procrastinating pleasure. Hope you enjoy. Don’t forget to let me know what you think about my Sun and Moon Collide excerpt by voting in the poll or commenting on that post!

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Writing slump leading to sharing a bit of my writing

 

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Hello…Yet again I have neglected my writing. If I want to have half a chance of winning NaNoWriMo, I will have to avoid the shiny pretties and start actually writing. I’ve got the ass in chair part down pat! Now I will need to ignore all the distractions somehow. I’ll work on that tomorrow.

After getting up at 5 AM to feed the man before he goes to work. YES! He finally starts his job tomorrow. Happy in some ways, not so much in others. At least I might get a few more minutes of writing in, since he does tend to not notice I have my headphones on signaling I am either writing with my music OR listening to video/webinar type stuff.

I’m going to share some NaNo themed videos I found tomorrow. Maybe pretty early, so I have NO EXCUSE not to write in the novel. Or pretty late, after the family and I have dinner. But hopefully not this late…so  I can try to sneak in a little writing time after dinner.

So…I sort of alluded to sharing some more of my writing. I’d love some feed back, but please keep in mind this is a VERY rough draft. There may be instances of the word elephant that do not make any sense. It’s a place holder for a detail I haven’t decided on. You can weigh in if you have an idea to fill in that detail..the comments are your place to tell me what you think of my rough draft.

This is a scene with a fight in it. I will admit the fight needs some detail. All of my rough draft is detail deprived. The female is my MC, who is also partnered with Roan for investigations. They both work for a local detective agency. Roan has just helped Jacie by loading his truck up with furniture she needs to get to her house.

Sun and Moon (working title) sneak peek

Roan and I get everything on his truck and in the mustang. As we head to my place, I think about how long we’ve had each other’s back.

I started at the agency when I got sick of dealing with the sexism on the local state police force. It’s not push over strong, but it’s ten times as hard to get ahead if you don’t have three legs.

I answered the ad, knowing I was over qualified. Larry called me two days later, and the rest was history. One phone interview and I was hired, sight unseen.

When I showed up at my job the first day, imagine my horror at being place with yet another sexist pig as my partner. As the new face on the block, I had to suck it up and try to do the best in a bad situation.

On our first case, I saved Roan’s life. Literally.

We had been looking into a suspicious death that had been ruled as an accident by the medical examiner’s office. The wife thought it was too quick and too clean of a ruling. So she hired us.

With Larry’s contacts inside the local force, we can usually get the case files on just about any closed case. Even on some of the open ones, when the official detectives are stumped.

This one did look cut and dried, but Roan and I pushed forward anyway. We checked the car itself, and found nothing suspicious. We were even able to get a second opinion from the states ME when I pulled a couple of favors in. Nothing was adding up, but neither was it pointing to possible murder.

The break-lines had no fluid but there were no holes, cuts or tears in the lines. The man had been alive when his car careened off into the local lake. There was water in his lungs to prove it.

As a last ditch effort, we asked if the original ME had any blood or tissue samples that could be tested for drugs. We got very lucky. He did have some samples that I sent off to the state lab for a full tox screen. And it came back with pay dirt.

The husband had a non-lethal but sleep inducing level of elephant in his system. He was asleep when the car went into the water. With the amount of elephant he had in him, there is no way he could have walked to his own car, much less driven the five miles to where his car left the road.

This forced the local PD to re-open the case, but we kept at our investigation as well. When tracing possible sources of the elephant, we found two likely suspects. We questioned them both in their homes. We were hoping that one would come out with something incriminating. Neither did, so we kept digging.

We finally decided to head to our respective homes after midnight about a week after the interviews with our suspects. As we left the building, I could smell cheep cologne that I knew I had smelled before. I couldn’t exactly place it, but it had me on high alert as Roan and I went to our cars.

As Roan approached the door to his car, I saw a shadow about two feet a away. When it moved, I raised my weapon and cautioned the person to stop. Of course, the idiot didn’t stop at all and I had to shoot.

Lucky for the suspect, I’m a dead shot. I hit his left leg high on the thigh, which brought him down. Roan got him in cuffs and we got LBRPD on scene to arrest him for real. The arresting officers found a syringe filled with elephant. Enough to knock Roan out.

After that, Roan has pretty much treated me as one of the guys. And that works for me. He has my back and I have his, both on and off the job. What more could one want from their partner?

So what do you think? Use the poll to leave anonymous feedback. Or use the comments to give me specific feed back. You can even hit my contact page and send it to me in an email. What you think matters to me! Please let me know if it needs something more than detail (like that’s a little thing *rolls eyes at self*). Thanks so much for reading.

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Even Writers Need A Day Off

 

Kitteh Sez Break

The title says it all. I’ve taken today off. I’m simply exhausted, and enjoying doing as little as possible. I may write a bit later tonight, but I don’t feel like pushing myself so it will be more like editing to add more detail in places.

I did add my entry for the contest on Watt Pad that seems to have died to my own personal works. Hopefully, the hostess will pick up on Monday. I was hoping for something this weekend, but–as the title said already–even writers need to take a day off. You can read it here or open it in the mobile app by clicking here. I’m also going to post it at the end of this, but it would mean a bunch to me if those of you already on Watt pad would check it out there and comment or vote.

I’ll be participating in a Holiday Blog Tour on my other blog. It pretty much just does Book Tours and Reviews. This tour is huge and being sponsored by a pretty well-known blog in the erotica genre. I am looking forward to this because I will have a couple of new books to read and review. I need tons of practice on writing a good review, so this should be super fun. I’ll link to my posts in for that Tour on here when they go live. 🙂

Anyhow..here’s the very short story I wrote. Hope you enjoy it!

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The Haunted

There was a ghost that haunted me every waking moment. The ghost floated around my room, sometimes talking endlessly. Sometimes she wouldn’t say a word. I know her well, but why she’s there I just don’t know.

It started about a week ago. My girlfriend, Sarah, and I were heading to the homecoming party of our best friend, Dale. Dale always throws the best parties. Top notch DJs. Top shelf booze. All the name brand soda one could ever want.

He’s the bomb with money to back it. He grew up rich, but he’s not stuck up. Sarah and I are just regular people, but he’s closer to us than any of the rich frat-boys his father wants him to run around with.

Dale and I both come from Tella Ridge, TN. Mountain country but close enough to Nashville that his father, a famous music producer, could spend his week in town and be home for Friday night dinner.

My family worked the labor jobs—warehouses, retail—whatever we could find. I tutored Dale in Algebra through Calculus. We became friends, once we got past the jock and geek stereotypes.

I met Sarah the first day in college. We all go to a local community college. Dale could have gone anywhere, especially with his math grades. He stayed here to be close to home, since his mom had gotten sick.

Sarah was in my Monday morning Literature class. I hate Lit, but Sarah made it worth dragging my behind out of bed after partying hard all weekend.

It took me about the whole semester to finally ask her out. She is tall with long straight blonde hair and a body that should be on the cover of some swimsuit magazine. I’m just a geeky dude, tall with curly black hair and blue eyes.

She surprised me when she accepted my invitation for coffee. We had an amazing time on that first date, and have been almost inseparable ever since.

So, we are on our way to Dales place for the party. She’s upset with me and we are arguing. It’s raining in sheets.

The more we argue the faster I drive. The road Dale lives on is curvy as a snake’s trail. I missed the road on the curve where the ravine is the deepest.

Sarah screamed for soooo long. We must have fallen all the way down that 150 foot drop. I heard the emergency personnel saying we were lucky the car didn’t explode. Guess the rain was good for something.

Next thing I knew we were at the hospital. I couldn’t get in to see Sarah, but I wasn’t in a bed either. It was strange, but I thought nothing of it. I didn’t even have a scratch. Can you imagine that?

After being ignored for an hour, I sat down on a chair to wait. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I found myself in my room.

Well, it sort of looked like my room. It had some odd posters in it and was missing my gaming system. And my TV was smaller. Strange, but I figured it was some kind of prank that got started before the crash.

I lay down on my bed, and dozed for several hours. When I woke, there was Sarah. But she looked funny. Almost see through. Much like everyone else did at the hospital, now that I think about it.

I tried asking her how she was. I tried everything to get her to talk to me. Every time I did, she just looked scared to pieces.

This went on for days. I’d beg and plead for her to talk to me. For her to forgive me. For her to love me again.

Still nothing. Not even a “go to hell”. We’d been fighting but it wasn’t like it was over something we could fix somehow.

Next thing I know, what seemed like a week later, Sarah looked right at me.

“I can almost feel you here, my love. Go on now, find a new direction. This is your place anymore, “she said with tears streaming down her face. “I miss you so much, but you can’t stay. It’s scary in-between I bet, so go home. Go find your grandparents or whoever is waiting to meet you. I’ll be okay. I’m sorry we fought, and I will love you for as long as I live.”

I was shocked. It sounded like she was telling me that I’d died in that wreck. But  I hadn’t. I’d lived. Remember, I didn’t have a scratch on me.

“You looked so peaceful, like you were sleeping.”Sarah continues. “There was hardly a scratch on you, but you weren’t breathing. I couldn’t find your heart beat. I tried so hard to save you. I begged God. I begged the Devil. I begged anyone who would listen. I had to bring you back. I had to tell you how sorry I am.”

She did what? Is that why my chest felt bruised for a few days? Had to tell me she was sorry?

“I was mad because Dale’s little slut-puppy told me she’d caught you making eyes at her,” Sarah whispered. “She said you were all over her at the last party. The one I missed because I was working. And I was foolish enough to believe her. “ Sarah was sobbing as if her world was coming to an end.

“Dale told me the truth in while sitting with me at the hospital one day. He told me the bitch lied, trying to get Dale jealous and angry. She hated the time Dale spent with us. She was hoping he’d stop talking to us if I would just go to you about what she’d said.”

“My love;” Sarah continues, “you left me that night forever. I never got to say I was sorry. I am glad you didn’t suffer, but I miss you so very much. I feel you here with me all the time, though. If you’re here darling, please listen to me. You must go to the other side. I’ll find you there when it’s my time to go. If I live a hundred more years, when my time comes, I’ll come looking for you.”

Oh. My. God. I’m the ghost. It wasn’t my fear of losing her or my guilt over the fight haunting me. I was haunting her!!

I tried to pull some energy to speak to her. Or somehow communicate for her.

After dozens of tries, I finally picked up a pen on her desk. Sarah looked as if she would faint. I wrote a few lyrics from our favorite song, so she knew it was me and she would understand what I want to say.

I won’t waste away my love onto something new. If there’s only one way out, I’ll come back for you.”

With that I started looking for someone I knew who had passed on. I’m still looking, so maybe it’s not the only way out. Maybe there is something I am supposed to find. Or to wait for. Or to do.

 

I don’t know but I am looking. I go back to see Sarah every so often. I think she knows when I am there. She always starts humming our favorite song.

Words, Words, and More Words!

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The past couple of days, all my words have gone into my NaNoWriMo work. It’s new working title is Sun and Moon Collide–again! I had to fight with my female main character (FMC) to get her name. Once I had it, I knew just how she looked which is very much like Scarlett Johansson in The Avengers. Her love interest will end up being what I though would be a secondary character at best. I even have his first name, just waiting on him to give up his surname.

I still need to flesh out several of my secondary characters and my Male Main Character (MMC) quite a bit. My FMC is still a work in progress but I know a lot more about her now. I just hope she takes it easier on my fingers in the next scene I need to write. She pushed over 1,500 words out of me in 45 minutes for the last one!

Word sprints are the bomb. Because they prime my competitive nature, I’ve turned out over 4K words today. Total writing time today was about 2 hours and 45 minutes. Not bad considering my first day I got 1597 out total.

It’s not about the word count so much, but it’s a nice way to gauge your progress as you write. Especially since I have no outline and a very bare bones idea of where this is going. I still need to figure out what the big conflict is in the story. Right now my FMC is about to deal with finding out she isn’t what she thinks she is. Then her struggle to deal with her new world will be her internal struggle for most of the book. Just need the external for her and her lover man to fight together.

The funny thing is I think this will be the first book of a trilogy. Me, who has never written this many words for a fictional story, is thinking I have three books worth in me. Well, it’s more like my FMC is telling me she has that much for me to write. It’s kind of like I’ve gone crazy. My brain now has two personalities. Mine and hers. So far, she isn’t too pushy, so I am okay with that.

I’ve also got an awesome support group on Facebook. It’s kind of hard to keep up with the conversation at times, but everyone is so awesomely supportive of each other… Yeah it’s kick ass. It’s an open group, so if you want to join go to https://www.facebook.com/groups/211017295734031/ and join us. You can also read the wall first to make sure we aren’t too crazy for ya LOL

So, how is your work in progress going? Mine is well over goal for the week and I have tomorrow left to add some more. Hopefully my FMC will keep on spilling her story for me.

Hope your words are flowing freely and that you are enjoying NaNoWriMo. If you’re not with us yet, it’s still not too late! Check out the site, and the support group and join in. I’ve had two join because I talked them into it today.. now it’s your turn!

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Some Videos on Writing

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Since the eve of NaNoWriMo starts in just over 4 hours here on the east coast of the USA, I thought some quick tips on writing would be good for all of us. I also want to share a collection of documents I’ve gathered while preparing (or pretending to prepare) for this adventure that November promises.  You can take a look at all the documents here, and download (if I understand correctly).  Documents for writers assembled by me.

Stephen King On Short Stories and More

Just because you can’t do anything about writing fiction and not talk about the horror master!

Tips on Writing A Book on A Dead Line

It even mentions NaNoWriMo towards the end! Some pretty basic tips, but the day before the day before we start this craziness!

Top Ten Writing Rules From Famous Writers

Some pretty well-known “rules”, but a great refresher for me. Hopefully it will be for you too.

Over to you!

So, which video did you enjoy most? Is there one tip that stood out to you like a flashing neon sign? Let us know in the comments!

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Two Days of Freedom Left

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So, my fellow WriMo’ers, how goes the story prep. Mine is nonexistent! I guess I will fly by the seat of my pants this year. I have even been going back and forth on genre and if there is a moral or just a fun story. Yup, total pantser this time around.

I have found some great shares on the web. All kinds of sheets, and planners and all that good stuff. One of the sites I liked a lot was No. 2 Pen. It’s got tons of writing advice. If you want some where to record bits of information as you go along, check out this page of Writing Freebies. I am looking forward to getting the blog post ideas via email!

My story on Watt Pad isn’t gaining a lot of traction yet. Of course, I am not on there a lot with all the other social media I use. If you want to read it, go here. While your there, Hit the star to vote for it or add a comment to let me know what you think. Constructive feedback is always appreciated.

I also have a ton of books to read during this time. I just got Stephen King’s On Writing in at my library. I think I will drop by to pick it up tomorrow. I also have books to read and review as a tour host for several virtual book tours. This should make writing 50k words an even more interesting experience!

We did get some good news yesterday. My fiancée will be starting work this weekend. It’s a Sunday to Thursday job. Hopefully I won’t end up with a job where I have to work every single weekend! But if I do, we will just roll with it 🙂

So..How about you guys? Are you ready for NaNo? Any good news to share? Tell me all about your NaNo preparations in the comments!

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