I've been woefully absent. My real life has gotten out of control and I haven't had much time to write, but this needs to be said and shared.
16 year old Esther was an amazing nerdfighter and fueled the Harry Potter Alliance. She was brilliant, inspiring, and, I truly believe, the reason why there is a little less suck in this world.
She may be gone, but we will never forget her. Let her life change yours. I know you're all incredibly busy, but for once, just take a minute and stand there.
DFTBA guys. And you too, Esther. You're just behind that veil, and you're always in our hearts and our memories.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Teasing Again!
I've missed a week, far too caught up in beta'ing, finishing off the final draft of A Not So Happily Ever Afterlife, and sending off queries/requests. I knew I'd gotten way too into Heaven/Hell/Demons/Celestials when I sent Karlie this one morning.
"Omg I scared the shit out of myself. You would have laughed at me. I was flipping through a file and look up to my computer and the space thingy on the screen, like the little line that says where you are? yeah, it's just rolling through the document. like making spaces on its own. im like omg demon!!!!!
"Omg I scared the shit out of myself. You would have laughed at me. I was flipping through a file and look up to my computer and the space thingy on the screen, like the little line that says where you are? yeah, it's just rolling through the document. like making spaces on its own. im like omg demon!!!!!
Then I realized I had the file resting on the spacebar."
Yes, my writing is atrocious when I email Karlie. I was scared, guys! Cut me a break.
Also, Prop Eight was overturned. Hell yes California. You're finally cool again. Oh God, now you all know I'm a total QAF fan. It's okay. I trust you with my secret.
I haven't been writing much (I'm a slacker, you caught me) but here's a bit from my rewrite.
When we were little, we made forts out of pillows and would lie side by side, sharing cookies like lost hunters, protecting each other from imaginary bears and invisible wolves. As we got older, it was shared popcorn and the horror movies he’d pass down to me. When we were nearly adults, it was hips brushing on hospital beds while he read to me out of my favorite novels. Even then I’d thought we’d always be able to fend off the wolves, so long as we stayed side by side.
“Do you remember when you were little and you’d bring home your tests and papers with red A’s big as the teacher’s hand? I mean, it was a Boston public school. Each school had, like, three calculators. But you, you aced everything, put them all to shame,” Sam says, laughing into his bottle, elbow grazing mine. He never gets nostalgic; I’m not sure how to handle it.
“And Mom was never home cause she worked those crazy shifts at the diner and Frankie was pulling doubles to save up for this house, so you’d put my papers up on the fridge,” I remember.
“And I was still short so they were all collected on the bottom half, stacked on top of each other.”
“Yeah, you always took care of me,” I says quietly.
“Except for that time you reset my shoulder, do you remember that?” he asks.
“Course, I was nine and you had skipped school then fallen out of a tree so I had to reset your arm. And Mom never found out.”
“You never told her. Besides, you reset it so well I never had to go to the hospital,” he laughs and clinks the necks of our bottles together. “You’re all I’ve really had, you know?” He’s speaking so quietly it’s like it’s not meant for me to hear, but I guess that’s the point. Sam doesn’t do feelings.
“It’s mutual, bro,” I say, kicking his foot so he’ll look up at me. “You’ll be okay when I’m gone.”
“You don’t get it, do you? I’m your big brother, I’m supposed to take care of you, always have. I was at every one of your softball games, I read every one of your papers, stayed up all night to help you study. This, I can’t save you from this.”
“You’re not supposed to.”
“I am supposed to. I protect you, remember? You were always a little girl. Then, one day, right before my eyes, you were beautiful. I don’t think you even realized it yet. But you had guys lining up down the street for you, and I was so scared. What was I going to do when you decided you didn’t need me anymore?”
“But I did need you,” I remind him.
“Yeah, I know, had to bash in a few skulls every now and then.”
“Which made me a big hit with the boys.”
“Well it wasn’t supposed to,” he says, nudging me with his elbow. “It was supposed to keep you safe.” He shakes his head and takes a long swig from his bottle. Sam’s always kept me safe, in the big and the little ways. I’m not sure which is more important. When we’d go on family trips, he always took the bed by the door, always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, even walked in front of me into dark rooms. “I wish you hadn’t stopped fighting.”
I frown, furrow my brow. “I never stopped fighting, I‘m just accepting my fate.”
“Yes, you did stop. There’s more treatments out there, more options.” His voice is edging on desperate, it’s unsettling. How can someone protect me from the dark if they’re clinging to me too tightly to see what’s happening, to be brave and fight?
“Do you remember when you were little and you’d bring home your tests and papers with red A’s big as the teacher’s hand? I mean, it was a Boston public school. Each school had, like, three calculators. But you, you aced everything, put them all to shame,” Sam says, laughing into his bottle, elbow grazing mine. He never gets nostalgic; I’m not sure how to handle it.
“And Mom was never home cause she worked those crazy shifts at the diner and Frankie was pulling doubles to save up for this house, so you’d put my papers up on the fridge,” I remember.
“And I was still short so they were all collected on the bottom half, stacked on top of each other.”
“Yeah, you always took care of me,” I says quietly.
“Except for that time you reset my shoulder, do you remember that?” he asks.
“Course, I was nine and you had skipped school then fallen out of a tree so I had to reset your arm. And Mom never found out.”
“You never told her. Besides, you reset it so well I never had to go to the hospital,” he laughs and clinks the necks of our bottles together. “You’re all I’ve really had, you know?” He’s speaking so quietly it’s like it’s not meant for me to hear, but I guess that’s the point. Sam doesn’t do feelings.
“It’s mutual, bro,” I say, kicking his foot so he’ll look up at me. “You’ll be okay when I’m gone.”
“You don’t get it, do you? I’m your big brother, I’m supposed to take care of you, always have. I was at every one of your softball games, I read every one of your papers, stayed up all night to help you study. This, I can’t save you from this.”
“You’re not supposed to.”
“I am supposed to. I protect you, remember? You were always a little girl. Then, one day, right before my eyes, you were beautiful. I don’t think you even realized it yet. But you had guys lining up down the street for you, and I was so scared. What was I going to do when you decided you didn’t need me anymore?”
“But I did need you,” I remind him.
“Yeah, I know, had to bash in a few skulls every now and then.”
“Which made me a big hit with the boys.”
“Well it wasn’t supposed to,” he says, nudging me with his elbow. “It was supposed to keep you safe.” He shakes his head and takes a long swig from his bottle. Sam’s always kept me safe, in the big and the little ways. I’m not sure which is more important. When we’d go on family trips, he always took the bed by the door, always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, even walked in front of me into dark rooms. “I wish you hadn’t stopped fighting.”
I frown, furrow my brow. “I never stopped fighting, I‘m just accepting my fate.”
“Yes, you did stop. There’s more treatments out there, more options.” His voice is edging on desperate, it’s unsettling. How can someone protect me from the dark if they’re clinging to me too tightly to see what’s happening, to be brave and fight?
Monday, July 26, 2010
Last Tease From Hell
I'm 43000/50000 words from finishing this. Eek! I'm so close I can taste the sulfur. I just need to hunker down and finish it off now. If I can manage that, I'm sure I'll start a new MS while I edit this one, so this might be the last tease. It's still the first draft so beware of grammar/spelling mistakes. Thanks for all your support through this one guys!
Monday, July 19, 2010
I can haz tease?
Show of hands, who saw Inception? It's movies like that that make me question my ability to tell a story. Not a spoiler, but if you saw it, do you think the top fell at the end?
Tease from hell. Weeee.
Tease from hell. Weeee.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Teaser from Hell
So, I'm 25000/50000 of my Heaven/Hell MS and 20000/60000 of my rewrite. All in one week. Jeesh. If only my office is so dead every week so I can just keep pushing at this pace! Tease from our little demon now.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Tuesday Trip To Hell
While I'm revising 365, which is majorly sad, I decided to go for something majorly fun/borderline cracktastic. Dani dies, embarrassingly, and goes to Heaven, which is great and everything, but pretty boring. So, she jumps on a job opportunity down south, without asking quite how far down. Hijinks ensue.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tease from something new...errr..old
I'm completely rewriting one of my old manuscripts, which is the most exciting and frustrating experience ever, so I just want to thank you all for being supportive and saving me from headdesking on a regular basis. You won't recognize this scene, but if you recognize the characters, you get brownie points for reading this blog for so long. Also, that picture is from my Blackberry (read: brickbreaker device) as proof that Boston can be beautiful on occasion.
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