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Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock

Oh boy!

Time is running out! I need to sit down and read, read, read, and read. I need to call and make arrangements as well for cake and food. I need to do a final check list of whose coming 🙂

So much to do….and I’m still writing novella one that goes with the story. I don’t know if this is a good idea so late in the game….but we will see.

Let’s face it i am one of the biggest procrastinators that I know. I need to stop.

Time Flies Clock Meaning Busy And Goes By Quickly

8/30/15

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This Week

This week plan on creating blogs on both blogs, marketing my upcoming e-book (any advice would be greatly appreciated it), and wrapping projects up.

On the Writing Block:

Finish Twisted Desire, book 2 of my Twisted Series. This is merely a revision. Once it’s finished I can start the beta reading process and editing as well.

Finish writing book 2 of my Catalyst series. I am about one third done.

Read through TGB book project. Once this is done I can send it to the editor.

Put together a list of projects I need to put together. I am hoping to publish a collection of short stories sometime this year, I am still writing them. The collection is entitled The Reaper.

In other news I plan on going to the gym four times and adding zumba back into my life at least 3 times. Oh and yoga, I need to do yoga.

What’s in plan for this week?

Settling In..

Well I moved a week ago and I am still trying to get everything in order. it’s not quite what I expected. I love the feeling of sitting in my office and being able to hear the going-ons in the living room. It’s fun! I don’t feel so isolated back here. Plus my office overlooks the back yard which is laden with wildlife and greenery. It’s so great. I mean what else can I say. I have a basement which allows me to have more room for packing things away for the winter, which i will be doing now that Spring is here. Or at least I hope. 

In other news, still no call from the agent. They have been changing offices and in the change lost my personal information. So they are going to call me this week. Wish me luck! I am getting a bit discouraged because they have rescheduled several times, but I guess that’s the way it worlds. I mean there are outside forces working against me here. Or that’s how I feel. 

As for the novel, I have decided to whack off the first eight chapters and start the novel from chapter nine. Then use chapters one thru eight as flashbacks. I think the story will be better. Besides my editor says to start a novel with some sort of action. What do you guys think

This week for school I have to write a short story that focuses on pacing, should be interesting. Plus I’ll be putting together my writing platform which is quite fun. 

Well that’s all for now. I’ll write something more substantial next time. 

Time for a Change!!!

The sun is shining and the wind is blowing a nice warm breeze of fifty degrees outside. I went for a walk and found the birds chirping and people out doing yard work. There were a few other brave souls out running or walking with their dogs. Part of me felt bad because, I have two dogs at home, but every time I take them out they poop in every yard. Okay so I’m exaggerated, but they are old and can only go for about a block before sitting down and refusing to get up. Maybe I should get a treadmill.

After my walk I came home and stretched then enjoyed an awesome smoothie courtesy of Dole. They are cheap and all you do is add juice. This is right up my alley. I am all about convenience.

I am planning on giving my dogs a bath today wish me well and making shrimp scampi for the first time. I got this sauce that’s supposed to be phenomenal. While eating I am going to sit back and watch the Grammy’s so be prepared for tomorrows post.

Here’s what I wrote yesterday, chapter 1 of working title: Willow Brooke

Chapter 1

A shiny black car was parked outside with state issued stickers in the back window. This could only mean trouble for me. As far as I know I hadn’t caused any problems, but that didn’t mean the O’briens weren’t returning me to the orphanage.

I parked my motorcycle and pulled my helmet off before heading inside. Karnie, another foster kid was sitting on the front porch.

“What’s this about?” I asked.

“You,” she said with her dirt brown eyes glistening.

“I ain’t done nothing.” I said.

“Yet, Mrs. O’brien says you and that bike ain’t nothing but trouble waiting to happen.”

I rolled my eyes and went inside. I could hear the grownups talking in the other room, but went to my room.

Packing had always been something I was good at. I could fit a whole weeks’ worth of clothes in a book bag. As soon as I turned eighteen I wouldn’t have to do this anymore. I would find a job and make enough money to get my own place. Then I would be gone. Free of this stupid system that has held me captive for so long.

“Mackenzie James get you butt down here this instant!” hollered Mrs. O’brien.

I grabbed the only picture I had of my mom who ditched me sixteen years ago on the police doorstep. I guess she knew I was going to be a bad seed or something,

Sliding my backpack on, I took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

A woman in a dark blue skirt and matching jacket was sitting at the table with a clip board. Her eyes looked familiar, like I had seen her from somewhere, but where?

“I guess today is your lucky day.” Mr. O’brien said frowning at me.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it’s not every day that you find out that your birth parents want you back.” Mr. O’Brien said.
“What?” Did I hear him right?

“Don’t play stupid Kenzie, your real parent’s want you back.” Mrs. O’Brien said with a smile.

I didn’t care about them, they obviously didn’t care about me. They gave me up and all. “And no one has answered the question why. Why after all these years? What’s changed?”

“I’ll explain in the car, are you all packed and ready to go?” the woman in blue said. She seemed to be in a hurry.

“So soon? What about the check? She’s been here almost a month?” Mr. O’Brien asked.

“Yes, it’s all right here in the envelope, please do not open it until we leave.” The woman said.

“Fine by me as long as we get paid.”Mrs. O’Brien said.

I glared at them. “Of course that’s all you wanted.”

“Hey food ain’t cheap,” Mrs. O’Brien said.

“Whatever, can I take my bike.” I asked the woman.

“Sure, I understand it’s registered to you and such,” she said.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Okay well let’s go.” She said and led the way out of the house.

Mr. O’Brien said a couple of choice words to his wife that I couldn’t hear, but neither one of them tried to stop me. I was a ward of the state after all.

“Bye kiddo.” I said to Karnie.

“At least you’re getting out.” Said called after me.

“Don’t worry there will be another me next week, just wait and see.” I said starting my engine.

I put my helmet back on and followed the car of the welfare lady for about an hour before she pulled over at a diner. I parked and we went inside.

We were taken to our seats and she ordered a diet coke with lemon. There was something about the way she ordered that didn’t make me think she was a state worker. It was like she was too good for this place.

“And for you?” the waitress asked.

“Water.”

She left and I stared at the girl in front of me. Her eyes were blue like mine and with her hair pulled back I could tell it was some sort of brownish blonde color.

“You’re not really a social workers are you?”

She giggled and she let her hair down making her seem years younger. “Nope.”

“Okay so why are you here? Why did you get me away from the O’Briens.”

“Because your my sister and that’s what family would do.”

“I think you have the wrong person. I don’t have any family. They dumped me a long time ago.”

“No, she didn’t.”

“She didn’t drop me off at a police department in the middle of nowhere?”

“Yes she did, but she had to.”

“No one has to abandon their baby in the middle of winter. It’s a choice that was made.” I said and got up.

“Please don’t leave. Let me explain.” She said and I sat back down.

“I am hungry.”

The waitress returned and I ordered cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate shake. She only ordered a garden salad with some kind of vinegrette.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I told you I’m your older sister.” She said and dug into her purse. “My name is Maggie Mortson, your older sister. I’m eighteen, my favorite color is baby blue anything.” She smiled and took a sip of her Diet Coke.

“How did you find out about me?”

“I was going through some private papers of my mom’s and found your birth certificate.”

So it was true. She slid over a folded piece of paper and picked it up. If I opened it there was no going back. I knew this and I think she did too.

“What are you waiting for. Look.”

I unfoled the piece of paper and sure enough. My name, Mackenzie Jane Mortson-Thienny, born January 29th, 2001. I was born in the small town of Stauton far away from the city. So it was true.

“My mother had an affair with my father and wound up pregnant. She told my father and he forced her to give you up.”

“What kind of power does he have over her?”

“My dad is a nice guy, but there are some things he’s got issues with and cheating is one.”

“But I didn’t do anything. What’s the point now, I’m practically grown now. What you think you can just come into my life and make me see what and who I will be missing.”

“I don’t understand. I thought you would be happy.”

“Happy? What is there to be happy about? I now know that I have a family that I didn’t want.”

“But I’m here I just bailed you out of that rat hole you were living in.”

I laughed. “The O’Brien’s have one of the nicest and cleanest places I have ever lived in.”

“I just don’t understand why you would want to stay there.”

“Because like before you came barging into my life I was doing fine. I was dealing. I was doing just fine.”

The waitress interrupted my rant by placing our food and then left again.

I cut my sandwich into four pieces and started to eat.

“So why not come back with me. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Uh I get thrown back in the orphanage.”

“I won’t let that happen. Your my sister.”

“Stop saying that.”

“But it’s true.” She said and we finished our meal in silence.

When the bill was laid on the table I reached it first and threw a twenty on the table.

“Where did you get that?” the girl questioned.

“I robbed a bank.” I said and left.

There was no reason to follow her to her house. It was obvious my parents wanted to forget about me. I was going to make it easy for them. 

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