Today was the day. Today was the day he was going to allow himself to be killed by his guards. He had had it. Day in and Day out of being beaten because he had followed the orders of the Council. Day in and day out of wondering if today was the day that they had poisoned his food to make him ill… again. Day in and day out of wondering when and if he would ever get out of this place. He was through. He couldn’t do it anymore. Today was the anniversary of the day he had been sentenced to this hell hole in the depths of Obsecuritan and today was the day his life ended.
He thought he would be able to wait out Jean coming to his rescue. He thought if she just knew where he was, she would have the Vernadali’s retrieve him from this hole and everything would be alright.
That’s when he heard it. The fighting down the hall. He tried to get up, but slipped and crashed back down onto the floor. There was a loud crunch against the door and then a face he hadn’t seen in years came into view.
Mickel de Sudiant.
“Owen?” He said through the bars in the door.
“Yea. It’s me.” I said hoarsely. Not hardly talking for 6 months had made my throat raw and my voice dead.
“Get up here and help me get this door open.” Mickel said with urgency.
“Mickel just let me die. I’m no use to anyone anymore.” Owen said.
“Okay fine. You sit there and die then.” He said. “But before you do. You might want to tell me what your final words will be to Jean.”
Jean. Jean had sent Mickel?
“She sent you?”
“Well of course. Why else would I be here? Not like I wouldn’t rather be on the sandy beaches of Naswald with some sexy Kursh serving me an icy cold drink. Nah… It also couldn’t have anything to do with the fact the both of you have been a life long friend and …. well just get your ass moving.
“Jean.” I said closing my eyes and leaning my head against the wall.
“I swear Owen… if I return without you, then she will have my hide.”
“Get that blasted door open. I can’t get up and you’re going to have to carry my ass out of here.”
(This is a small piece I wrote in class from a prompt. My new computer is up and running so I will be posting small blurbs from the various prompts and exercises we do in class. They have been incredibly fun and I look forward to sharing them with you. Some are serious pieces; Some fun and silly. Glad to be back! )
I hath returned!!! (Fair warning this isn’t necessarily a warm and fuzzy post.)
I am climbing out of my pillow fort.
Well I didn’t go anywhere, I just had a silent blog for the past two weeks. Thank you to everyone who sent emails re well wishes. I didn’t reply to anyone, and I’m sorry for that. Therefore, I will answer you here.
I didn’t go on vacation, I wasn’t ill (per se), I just needed to take a couple of weeks off. Why you ask?
Because DEPRESSION SUCKS! That is why.
Something had to be put on hold.
I try very hard to stay upbeat and positive in all forms of my social media. I knew that I needed to take a break from it or I was going to say something I probably shouldn’t and break my number one golden rule and my number two rule.
Golden Rule: Keep the drama off the internets.
#2: If you don’t want the whole internet to know about it, don’t post it on the internet!
Not that there was anything or anyone specifically that was in my craw as they say, but I was at the point where someone would say hello to me, nice and cheery like, and I would probably have ripped their head off.
So what HAVE I been doing for the last couple weeks. ( If you have “liked” my Facebook page, you can see that I haven’t been completely idle. )
Concentrated on the re-writes, additions, etc. on The Five Angels – Book 1.
Finished imputing and doing re-writes on TFA. (Even got a few query letters out.)
Started re-writes, editing, etc. of The Five Angels – Book 2.
Read. (The Throne of Glass Series Again (Sarah J. Maas), Prophecy of Stones (by Mishka Jenkins), TFA (after re-writes), Four (Veronica Roth), The Golden Key (Israel Sanchez), Billy the Kid and the Vampyres (Michael Scott), now I’m reading the new book Heir of Fire (Book 3 in the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Mass ) )
Slept ( well sort of )
More crying over stupid things like the fact I got in my car one morning were I was running late only to notice I had to stop and get gas. (Yes, these are the stupid things I’ll cry over when I get like this. I even laughed at myself as I was crying because I knew how stupid it was. )
Played with Prince Wall-E Magnifico Puppino. Seriously. Puppy kisses and “Mommy. Won’t you Plllaaay with me” are very heart warming.
Cut out three projects (ok well technically two and I had to recut one because I messed up) for quilting / sewing. Completed one of them.
Most importantly: Went to the doctor and got a little help.
So as you can see, a mish – mosh of things, but other than the work on TFA, not a whole lot of PRODUCTIVE work. Yes, my Get Healthy Project went on hold for a bit.
I know what my trigger is. It’s that I’m upset over my Career Options. That would be my writing career and my day to day career.
Writing Career: I know that rejection letters are part of the business and just something that I am going to have to deal with. It was just one more thing that was piling on.
Day to Day Career: While looking for another job, I keep being told I’m unhireable because I am not bilingual. It’s deflating.
That being said. That was only my trigger. There are a few other things going on in life, that I won’t discuss, but it just finally weighed me down.
I’m not giving up on my Career Options.
Finding a position closer to home is a necessity. I won’t give up and stop. However, I have a job now and that is much more than what many people can say. I love my job; it’s just that the travel and gas is eating us alive. Plus, if something happens with the daughter unit (ie: she gets sick at school) it takes me an hour to get there to pick her up. Granted I have the in laws who have said on numerous occasions that they don’t mind picking her up for us, but I don’t want to have to rely on them to do it. They have their own lives, and as her parents, we should be the ones who pick her up when she is sick. Grandparents are for fun time, not temporary babysitters.
Writing is what I love to do and I won’t give it up. I feel whole and complete doing it. There is a huge learning curve that I’m still working on learning, but there is a part of me that just … well I can’t explain it properly at the moment. Rejection letters important, and just part of the deal. It only takes one to say yes right? I’m also seriously considering trying to go back to school. I have a minor degree, but it isn’t in English and I know that going back to school to obtain my English degree would help my writing in extraordinary ways. I also refuse to give up on The Five Angels Story. It’s become a part of who I am and the story and characters speak to me in ways, other stories haven’t for me. I’ll speak more on The Five Angels later this week with an author based post.
Ok. I know this has turning into a rattle-fest. So thank you for enduring this long post and I’ll be back with a normal-ish programing.
And OHHH there WILL be editing. Since I finished early, I loaded it onto my Kindle and started reading it, just for the enjoyment of reading the story, without editing it. Well if it is on my Kindle, I can’t edit it.
OHHH THE ERRORS!!!!!! OHHH OMYYYY THE ERRORS!!!! I could see where I had been tired and was just trying to finish a scene. The flow sucked, there were extra words that didn’t correlate with the story, and ohhh yea, I could see where I had decided to change something later in the story and gone back to throw in the foreshadowing or tie – in.
So I went down to Office Depot and had a copy of The Five Angels ( the first book ) and The Five Angels 2 ( which was written during NaNoWriMo ) copied and bound for editing.
After I do a run through of TFA2, I’ll go back and do a round of editing on TFA 1. Then I will be fully concentrating on the polishing, preparation, etc. of TFA 1 and ultimately finding an Agent to take a chance on this Blonde on the Bay with an amazing story to tell.
So, until then…. Have Red Pen. Will Edit.
PS: Mom – Daughter Unit: I’m so sorry I caved and gave you such a horrible error ridden manuscript. Trust me, the next one will be better. I’m so sorry. /hangs head in shame.
Sitting at 79,703 words, the currently untitled second book of The Megan Keller Trilogy aka The Five Angels 2, IS FINISHED!!! Ya ok, so only the rough draft is finished, but it’s down on paper and I can start to relax a little bit. I made the deadlines.
Tomorrow I will have it printed and bound ( along with TFA 1 ) in preparation of editing. There will be lots of editing to be done no doubt, but for tonite, I get to sit back and enjoy the fact that I have the rough draft of my manuscript FINISHED!
Now to do at least one round of editing before my Mom and daughter unit get copies of it. That is if I can keep the daughter unit away from my printed copy. She’s been hassling me to read it the whole month as I’ve been writing.