A Light Through the Darkness

It's been a weird week for me. Monday was the only day that was really "normal" - the rest of the week I've been at my parents' house, and at various doctors' appointments. It's a little surreal, but I'll get over it. Next week is a semi-normal week, then I'm off again the week after for another round of doctors and treatments. I'm torn between feeling happy that they can depend on me (and know they can) and wanting to go back to being the kid again. Not pretty, but there it is.

And I'm writing again. I decided to go back to Velvet Box - I need Mom to read Dark Moon Seasons so I can bounce ideas off of her for the last book. So back to the novella.

I realized last night that I really didn't like the 3rd person take on this. I realized this morning that I need to get back to the strengths of my writing and storytelling: namely, explosions, magic, body counts and sassy heroines. (I love the word sassy, btw. It's just such an awesome word.) So today, I'm going to do some freewriting, add some damn magic into my world, give my heroine a backbone and figure out how to make the really good story in my head make its way onto the computer screen.

But first, I need tea.

Let me know if you think I should add anything more to it!

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starting line:
“Ally! Look at this!”

ending line:
“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.” And it was; the cut had stopped bleeding after one single red drop welled out and dropped onto the hair pins. Or she’d thought that was where it had dropped, but as she looked at where they lay on the floor, she could find no sign of the blood. And the scratch on her hand was clean.

darling:
Allegra Ross turned at the squeal from her best friend and shuddered, then burst into laughter. Leigh MacAllister was preening and primping, blinking her eyelashes like something was caught in her contacts and patting the monstrosity on her head as if it were a pet. It might have been a hat, several generations ago. Maybe. Right now, it looked as if Leigh were wearing a silk box that had vomited ribbons and feathers in a series of ill-planned explosions.

“Good lord, Leigh, where did you find that...thing? Take it off and throw it out before it sucks your brain out!” Ally barely managed to choke out around her giggles.

“Throw it out?” Leigh’s eyes bugged out, and Ally wondered for a moment if she were right. “This is a VINTAGE hat!”

“It’s a vintage something, all right,” Ally shot back. “I’m not sure it’s a hat. It might walk off with your wallet if you take your eyes off it.”

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Take 2. Writing this in 3rd person is at once harder and easier.

Plot summary for Velvet Box is done!  Now to do scenes, decide POVS and write the damn thing.

Today, all in all, was a good day.  I hope you guys had one too.

Now, to make dinner for tomorrow (ie, throw everything in the crock pot), make lunch for tomorrow for me, and head to bed.

Night, all!

Or afternoons, as the case may be. We're at Mom and Dad's, watching the Red Sox and enjoying the amazing smells that are coming out of the kitchen. Mom is such a good cook. And pound cake smells so yummy in the oven...

Writing this afternoon - I want to finish the plot summary and start the outline for VB, so I can get that going. Dad's getting me flower seeds (yay!) so Tuesday I can start digging the small flower bed in the yard. I'm getting pansies today too (we're stopping at Walmart so I can get stuff) and I cannot wait. Expect lots of pictures over the summer.

And my forsythia is blooming!

Happy Sunday!

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starting line:
I settled down on the ottoman in our living room and handed Leigh my brush.

ending line:
Uniformed servers in top hats and morning coats circulated among the costumed guests.

darling:
not really.

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Yes, it's going out.