Phoebe struggled to attach the leash to Shadow; her silly yellow lab, as he wiggled and shook his head. “Relax shadow, hold still for a moment,” Phoebe requested. He shook his head vigorously. “Sit! Hold still!” She commanded. He sat, with his tail wagging back and forth on the floor. “Thank you.” She attached his leash and he ran to the door, letting out two loud barks. “Alright, I know, we’re going.” Shadow put his nose to the ground, sniffing the sidewalk as they walked. They turned onto Chestnut Road; which lay just off of Muddson Street, where they resided. At 9AM Chestnut was already paraded with people and traffic, Phoebe stopped on several occasions to allow Shadow to lift his leg. “Yikes boy, you know we’ve still got a ways to go, no need to stop to pee on every bush, tree, and rock that you see.” As they were walking past The Java House, a regular greeted them. “Well lookie what we have here, how are you two doing on this fine morning?” asked George. “Hey George, we’re doing just fine, aren’t we boy?” Shadow wagged and barked. George looked at his plate; he placed it on the ground, allowing Shadow to lick up the crumbs from his poppy-seed bagel. He laughed as he watched the dog lick at the plate. “Every day, I’ll tell you, he’s no fool. He knows what’s coming.” Phoebe giggled. “Oh yeah, he looks forward to walking by here, well we’ll see you tomorrow George.” He smiled, “Bye you two.”

They walked another half mile down Chestnut Road, until the road forked, leading them straight onto Washington Drive. Shadow’s tail began to wag with more excitement than Phoebe had seen since she woke up. “We’re almost there fella.” She could see the turnoff to the dog park in the distance, but as they got closer to the turnoff, Phoebe could also see what looked to be the silhouette of a man walking in their direction. She stopped to retracted Shadow’s leash, so that he’d stick tightly to her, as they passed by each other; however as they approached the man, he stopped, squatting to the ground, he then stuck out his hand. Phoebe, felt a tad uneasy, but had little time to mull it over in her head; Shadow took off in a sprint, pulling her so hard that she could feel the leash unraveling from her hand, and almost evade her grip. Shadow stopped so suddenly that Phoebe stumbled, she knew that she was about to go over the top of him. Her muscles locked and she prepared for impact, when she felt a hand pull her back. “Whoa there, almost had a nasty spill there didn’t we?” She looked back to find the man who had stopped to pet Shadow standing behind her. “Yes, thank you for assisting me.” She looked at the man feeling extremely confused, wasn’t he just squatting in front of Shadow a second ago? Everything seemed to happen so fast. How could he have possibly moved so quickly? She was at a loss for words; quickly she tried to pull them from her mind. “Umm, I’m sorry; I think I may be a little disoriented.” She paused. “But, weren’t you just squatting in front of me, petting my dog?” He smiled at her, warmly. “Oh yeah, I was about to pet your dog, but then I noticed that you were in trouble so I just reacted.” Phoebe studied the man’s answer for a moment. “Huh? Well you were very quick.” The man smiled at her once again. “I have good reflexes.” Phoebe looked at the man closely; he looked older, possibly to be in his early to mid-seventies. A man his age couldn’t possibly have reflexes that react that quickly, could he? “Well thanks again,” she said, deciding to let it go. “You’re welcome.” He bent down, giving Shadow a pat on the head. “You should go easy on your mother there Shadow,” he said, as he scratched Shadow behind the ears.  His comment to the dog made her stop to think. “How’d you know my dog’s name?” He smiled at her once more. “I saw it on his collar, just before you began to stumble.” “Oh,” she said, feeling taken aback once more. “Well I’d best be off, nice talking with you.” He started walking, with his back to them. “You too,” said Phoebe, with a fog of confusion thick in her mind. Shadow let out a bark, and she was instantly brought back down to earth. “Okay I’m sorry we’re going.” They took off in a sprint toward the dog park, by the time Phoebe had reached the gate, her ribs ached and she was having a difficult time catching her breath. She took a moment once they were safely inside the gate, to inhale and exhale slowly, which seemed to make the aching in her ribs disappear, and also help her catch her breath. Once her breathing was back at a normal pace, she unhooked his leash. “Okay, go crazy and wear yourself out.” She watched Shadow from a picnic table, as he ran around with other dogs, and played tug of war with a piece of rope. A half an hour later she hooked up his leash, and began to walk him home.

Shadow plopped himself down on the sofa, after stopping at the water bowl to have a drink. Phoebe came in from the kitchen with a fresh bottle of water in hand, and noticed, as she took a slug, Shadow, lying on the couch, already fast asleep. She grabbed the blanket that always lay on the arm of the couch, neatly folded, and placed it over him. “You played hard this morning, didn’t you,” Shadow began to softly snore. “Sleep well,” she whispered. She let out a soft giggle; as her phone began to vibrate in her jean’s pocket, tickling her thigh. She looked briefly at the screen, then pressed accept. Her coworker Randy bellowed on the other end of the line. “Phoebe, where are you?” Her eyes darted from side to side, nervously. “What do you mean?” She could hear Randy moving through the restaurant on the other end, till finally the noise in the background had completely faded. “Aaron has you on the schedule today from 10:45 to closing.” Phoebe jumped into the air, she ran to throw on her uniform. “I thought I had today off,” she said, as she buttoned and zipped her khaki’s. “Mike and Liz called out sick, he left you messages.” She buttoned her shirt, and rummaged through her pockets, searching for her name tag. “Well tell him I’ll be there soon.” She clicked disconnect, slipped on her shoes, then grabbed her keys from the counter and stowed them away in her pocket.

Phoebe crossed Muddson and sprinted down Chestnut, praying to catch the number 52 before it left. She could just see it pulling over in the distance to allow passengers aboard. She ran fast, faster than she thought she could. She reached the bus, just as the driver was preparing to pull out. She banged on the side of the bus noisily; the driver opened the door to let her on. “Sorry didn’t see ya,” he announced. “That’s alright.”

Phoebe arrived at The Downtown Bistro, wanting to sincerely apologize to her boss, though she felt that it would do little good. She knocked on Aaron’s office door, which was ajar. “Enter.” As Phoebe walked through the door, she saw a nasty look spread on Aaron’s face. His forehead vein was throbbing, as it usually did when he was angry at an employee. However she noticed that his face looked worse than she’d ever seen it before. His entire face was a fierce shade of red; which made it seem as though the flesh might very well melt from his face. She swallowed a big lump in her throat that took her remaining saliva from her mouth, which made her sound dehydrated as she spoke. “I’m sorry that I’m late sir, in the future I’ll be sure to keep my phone on next time so that I will hear it when it rings,” she said, trying to accumulate saliva. She began to sweat, expecting him to put her in her place, or possibly fire her. “I need someone to cover Liz’s hostess duties in the afternoon,” he began. “Then I also need someone to help cover Mike’s tables and wait on the customers, during the evening shift,” he looked at her spitefully. “The only reason I’m not going to fire you,” he paused, and then smiled at her, with a nasty grin. “Is because, I would like you to cover their shifts.” She exhaled, after holding her breath for a minute. “Not a problem sir, I would be happy to cover their shifts.” She smiled at him, wishing that she could instead flip him off. “Good,” he put his hand in his pocket, and dug out keys. “Since you’re working till closing, I’d like for you to lock up,” he said, as he tossed the ring of keys to her. “Okay,” she placed the keys inside her pocket. He nodded, “I have some business to attend to tomorrow morning. I hope that I can trust you to open up.” Phoebe fixed her face into, what she hoped to be a very serious look. “Sir, you can absolutely trust me.” He nodded, “Excellent, now get to work, we’ve got a long day ahead.” We, don’t you mean me? When Phoebe began her hosting duties there was already a line of people outside, waiting for the bistro to open. Oh lord, it’s going to be a long day. By the time the dinner shift came around Phoebe could feel blisters forming on her feet, she looked around at the tables before going over to wait on her first customers of the night, and knew that somebody would need to carry her home by the end of her second shift. At the end of the night her ankles had swollen and her feet were covered in bloody blisters. She went to her locker to change her shoes. Her blood covered socks stuck to her feet; she let out a yelp as she put on her sneakers. It took her a while to walk to the front of the restaurant, so that she could turn off the lights, and lock the doors to the Bistro. She once again, stowed keys into her pocket, then turned her attention to the parking lot; which was completely deserted. “Dammit; Chris you little shit! Oh yeah Phoebe, sure I’ll give you a lift home,” she said, mockingly, as she looked at her phone. It was just going on 12:30AM; she knew there were no buses running at this time of night. Reluctantly, she rummaged through her backpack, until she pulled out her pepper spray. She began to walk home with it balled up into her fist.

Except for seeing the occasional headlights from vehicles, as they passed by her on the road, there wasn’t a soul to be found. It’s not so bad, what was I expecting? Though she told herself, ‘it’s not so bad,’ her stomach was tangling itself into knots, and her nerves had become even more unsteady than, her job at The Downtown Bistro. I should just run the rest of the way home. It’s not that far, it would certainly be better than walking around town by myself, at this hour. Phoebe started to jog down the sidewalk, but felt a searing pain in her ankles, followed by an explosion of a blister. “AHH! Okay, bad idea, I have to take it easy.” I just need to stay calm; although heart began to beat a bit faster than usual. Later, as she crossed the road into an area that she knew, she loosened her grip on her can of pepper spray. The dog parked looked downright spooky at 1AM. I can’t believe that I was walking Shadow down this road earlier, it feels as if it were days ago. She felt another blister on the bottom of her left foot pop as she continued down the sidewalk, breathing in deeply, and holding her breath for the next few steps, then exhaling. She repeated the process until she’d finally become numb to the pain. Up ahead, a ways past the dog park she noticed a figure coming towards her, but was unsuccessful at making out its form. Her heart began to race, she debated whether or not she should continue toward the figure until she could make out who it is, or walk on the other side of the street. Her logical part of her brain took over, she crossed the road, but just as she’d begun to walk down the other sidewalk, from the corner of her eye she spotted the figure crossing the road over to her side. Finally she saw enough of a silhouette, in the overhead light of a street lamp, to realize that the mysterious figure was a man. Panic-stricken she pulled at the cap of her pepper Spray, but had pulled too quickly. Briefly she could see the can of pepper spray flying passed the light of the street lamp and then hear it land in the darkened gutter; she could hear the can rolling, followed by the sound of it dropping into the sewer. “No,” with that a tear rolled down Phoebe’s cheek, as the man approached her.

The man was large, and looked scarily grotesque in the minimal amount of light, provided by the street lamp. His face had a scar on it which was slit diagonally, from the left corner of his forehead down to his right cheek. She could smell a mixture of terrible body Oder and alcohol which were wafting from his pores. “Well, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out and about at this hour?” he asked, in a slurred voice. Phoebe was petrified; she swallowed a large gulp in her throat. “You seem shy,” he lifted a finger, stroking her cheek. “Well don’t worry; I can be social enough for the both of us.” A charge of electricity surged through her body causing her leg fly backwards and then swiftly extended, hitting the target that she was seeking. The man grabbed his testicles, and fell to his knees, moaning, and hacking from the pain. Phoebe took off in a sprint shouting, “Help me!” She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, she had just crossed the road from Washington to Chestnut, when she felt a large, heavy mass, latch onto her shoulders, knocking her to the ground. Her hands hit the sidewalk, scraping against the cement, as her body was being pushed into the ground. The large, grotesque, man on top of her shouted into her ear, “Don’t you try that again bitch!” Tears streamed down Phoebe’s face, as she attempted to fight him off, but it did her little good, for he was too big. She mentally tried to prepare herself for what was to come; she could feel his hands on her waist. Her eyes were closed, and she began to tremble when she felt his hot breath on her neck. To her amazement she felt the weight of the man being lifted off of her. She scrambled to her feet to find another man holding the grotesque man up by his throat. He threw the man to the ground, but instead of the grotesque man a getting back on his feet, and fighting the other man, as Phoebe assumed he would, the man scrambled to his feet and ran away in the other direction. Phoebe was still in hysterics, her voice sounding terribly shaky, as she got out a, ‘thank you.’ The man finally turned to her; after feeling satisfied that the grotesque man had disappeared into the night.

Phoebe stood, staring shockingly at who she saw standing before her. “Aren’t you the man who,” “Who greeted you and your dog Shadow this morning nearby the dog park, yes I am.” Though her body was still in a state of shock and still trembling, her mind was going at a mile a minute. “How did, how did?” was all that she could manage to get out. The man simply smiled warmly at her, in the same way that he had this morning. “You needed help; I’m always around to help those who need it.” Phoebe gestured to him with a nod, unable to speak. “How about I walk you the rest of the way home? So that you can be with your dog and rest your feet.” Now she understood. The man who rescued her tonight and who had assisted her this morning was not only a warm, kind, and helpful soul, but he was also a guardian.

As hoped for

Tonight I went over my current short story, and I think that I will be posting it as I hoped for, tomorrow. I’m really excited about it because it touches on a subject that I dislike to talk about; however the way it’s been setup, and in the matter that it has turned out, is something that I can live with, without despising the piece entirely. I’m also glad that I walked up to that line. Although I could be wrong about this, I think that as a writer I should be brave enough to write about subjects that I fear; because then I might just give the piece more emotion and in turn, create a more powerful emotional experience for the reader, which ultimately is my goal regardless. Still though, walking up to that line has to count for something, doesn’t it?

Learning from Nicholas Sparks

I came across this YouTube interview with Nicholas Sparks that I thought I would share. This was an interview that I learned a lot from, for instance film adaptations. There were a few things that I never thought about, nor realized when your book is be made into a movie, that revolves around the different obstacles you’ll face, when going through the entire process of movie construction. I also received some good insights; which I think can be taken into account with other writing genres out there; and it doesn’t specifically have to be filed under tips for romance writers. I don’t want to give too much away so I’ll just use a quote from Nicholas in the interview. “Love is our most powerful memories.” That certainly gave me something to think about for when I’m working on my own novel.

So without further ado here’s the interview for all of you writers, and Nicholas Sparks fans out there.

P.S. My apologies for my blogging absence, I’m trying a different blogging route; which now involves me only posting Short Stories, Songs, Writing tips, or updates on Dreamer. However I do have a short story in the works, that I’m hoping to publish on the blog soon, so Hopefully I’ll see you again on Monday.

Wherever you are

These lyrics popped into my head earlier this afternoon, and I’ve got to say I’m quite happy with the way this song turned out. I hope you agree.

You’re the leading lady of my dreams, the perfect fantasy.

I confess, I have searched high and low, but the search always ends in the same way.

I come up empty, so I try to look for someone to fill that space inside; because a lonely heart can only go so long.

Oh, nobody enjoys being alone, and I confess there were a few occasions where I thought I might’ve have found you.

The one who I have been yearning for, but alas you still seem so far away and now I am beginning to see why love can never be found.

Ooh, I understand.

I must allow fate to step in and be my guide, oh and I know, that’s how I’ll find you.

You’ll pop into my life unexpectedly, a companionship will form, and slowly, the sparks will grow, and I’ll know it in my heart, that you’re the one for me.

The leading lady from my dreams, one day, you’ll be standing right before me.

(Chorus I don’t know where this road will lead me.

I don’t care if it’ll be a lengthy journey; because in my eyes it will be worth every moment that I spend without you, to find the woman who will make my heart beat faster whenever you are near me.

Ooh, baby I know that I will love you so tenderly, and though I might be just a tad bit lonely currently, I know I’ll spend the rest of my life, with a feeling of fulfilment hung over me, as you and I hold each other close and we sleep so soundly.

So please, book me for a world tour, I know I’ll end up wherever you are eventually.)

Love is tough road, and if anything, I wanna meet the person who’s right for me; because love will never last if you’re with somebody who’ll literally drive you crazy.

Unless of course you like madness, and that’s not a judgment, merely an observation, I known a few people who cannot live without madness, and that’s valid.

I’ve been living my life going from relationship to relationship, always coming out of em broken hearted and frustrated, but this time, things are going to be different.

I’m done searching; now it’s just a matter of patience.

(Chorus I don’t know where this road will lead me.

I don’t care if it’ll be a lengthy journey; because in my eyes it will be worth every moment that I spend without you, to find the woman who will make my heart beat faster whenever you are near me.

Ooh, baby I know that I will love you so tenderly, and though I might be just a tad bit lonely currently, I know I’ll spend the rest of my life, with a feeling of fulfilment hung over me, as you and I hold each other close and we sleep so soundly.

So please, book me for a world tour, I know I’ll end up wherever you are eventually.)

A friendship remains

The heated summer sun felt like a dry desert; which was sucking all of the moisture from her face. God, I forgot how dry it is out here. She sprays her face with sunblock and continues on the trail. “I’ll bet it’s been awhile since you’ve gone on a hike like this,” said Katy, as a bead of sweat ran down her nose.

“Yes, it reminds me of just how much I’ve missed Colorado.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet Massachusetts has its own beautiful nature trails to offer.”

“They do, but, I am reminded of an old saying.”

“Oh, what’s that Kels?”

“There’s no place like home.”

The trail was now at its steepest, which made their feet slide from under them a few times, they locked their eyes onto the end of the trail, and pushed themselves toward their goal. They were close to the top. Kelsey however, lost her balance and stumbled. She rolled about halfway down the steep hill, but was able to keep from rolling any further by digging her heels into the dirt. A cloud of dust surrounded her, her allergies now beginning to act up, “Ahchoo!” Three more monstrous sneezes followed. “You forgot to take your allergy medicine didn’t you,” Katy announced, as she waited for Kelsey to climb back up the hill. Kelsey climbed the hill cautiously; however as she climbed she noticed some discomfort in her right ankle. “I think that I screwed up my ankle again.” She stopped next to Katy and they examined it together. “It doesn’t look too bad; you probably sprained a little, or something.” She paused for a moment, to take a closer look, but found nothing that would be cause for alarm. “Do you want to turn around and head back to the car?” “No way, I want to see the view.” Kelsey fixed her boot back on her foot, and put an arm around Katy’s shoulder, they climbed the last bit of the trail together, being careful not to have another incident. As they reached the top of the trail, they were welcomed to a beautiful sight. Horsetooth stretched out in front of them, resembling a beautiful valley. The reservoir sparked off of the sunlight, and the trees along slopes, as well as the mountains in the distance, looked as though they went on forever. “Yep, you could never find nature like this on the east coast.” They stood at that spot, at the end of the trail, for several long minutes. “It’s views like this that make me miss living out here.” Kelsey looked at Katy, who still had her eyes fixed on the view in front of them. “You had your reasons for leaving though,” Katy said, with her eyes still directed at the view.

As they went back down the trail with Kelsey still leaning on Katy’s shoulder, Kelsey felt tension forming between them; tension that she had not felt so strongly since she had moved. She couldn’t still be? Could she still be? Should I say something; maybe I’m just misinterpreting? They continued down the trail with Katy completely mute; which made Kelsey’s suspicions grow. “So your really enjoying your new apartment?” Katy stopped suddenly on the trail; which made Kelsey stumble, nearly causing her to take another roll down the trail. However she caught herself, and balanced herself out. “What was that all about? Why did you stop like that, and could you at least warn me before you decide to do that?” Katy didn’t respond, instead she stared at Kelsey scowling; her cheeks were a deep red, and her vein in her forehead announced its presence, and also looked as though it might pop. “You already asked me that,” Katy shouted. Kelsey was unsure of how to respond. Why is she so angry? Slowly the words found her lips. “You seemed, very, tense, all of the sudden. So I was only trying to break it up, a bit.”

The vein in Katy’s forehead began to relax, and her cheeks weren’t as red as they were a moment ago. “If you thought that I seemed tense, then why didn’t you speak up?”

Kelsey tried to think of how she wanted to say what had been rolling around in her mind, since they had been standing at the end of the trail. “I haven’t felt that kind of tension between you and me since I told you, that I wanted to move to Mass. Things got so tense between us, that it became one of the issues; which led to our breakup. You never did get over my leaving did you?” The vein in Katy’s forehead reappeared. “The reason that things became tense between us before our breakup, is because one day you woke up and decided to just leave; you announced your plans like they were no big deal, as if you could cared less about you and I. That’s why I broke up with you.”

Kelsey felt her cheeks heating up, she knew it wasn’t a result of the heated summer air, nor was it the sun hitting her face. Tears formed around her eyes, but would not descend onto her cheeks. “You knew my situation at home, and for your information I didn’t just wake up one morning and think, gee, I’m board of my relationship with Katy, and I’m also tried of Colorado. I think I’ll leave em both.” She paused for a moment trying to force back her tears; she would not cry in front of her. “I loved you, you meant everything to me, and having to come to the conclusion, that moving would be best was horrible. I couldn’t live with my father anymore, the drinking was all of the time, and the violence was unbearable.”

“He hit you! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Kelsey, now finding it impossible to withhold her tears, they streamed down her face, as if flood gates had just opened. Katy grabbed her, holding her tightly in her arms. Kelsey’s head now buried in her chest, “it’s not something that you want to announce to someone. You feel such embarrassment and shame, it makes you feel worthless.” Heaping tears streamed onto Katy’s chest. “I should’ve told you, I hate that I didn’t.” Katy pat her head softly, and then lifted her head up so that they would be face to face. “It’s okay that you didn’t, you can’t beat yourself up over past events, especially ones that caused you great pain. All that you can do is learn from it. For instance right now I’m learning that I should get all of the facts and information before deciding to end a relationship. Kelsey smiled at her, and for a moment she felt the same way she had for Katy when they were dating. “You’re right.” She hugged Katy, and they held each other for a moment, and then began to walk down the trail again, walking hand in hand till they reached Katy’s car.

As they drove back to Fort Collins Kelsey’s thoughts wandered back and forth. Maybe we could give us another go? The more she thought about the possibility of her and Katy dating, the more her thoughts lead her to conclude… It couldn’t work, I’m in Mass and she’s in Colorado. She knew Katy well enough to know that, she could never leave Colorado. She entered Fort Collins knowing that the relationship between them had gone, but the friendship will forever remain.

Dreaming but seeing

Jenny walked into the living room, her nostrils catching the gentle scent of her soap. “Ah it feels so good to be clean,” she said cheerfully, as she sat on the couch. She looked at the coffee table, staring down the television remote. Nah, the second I find something that interests me, will be when they knock at the front door. Jenny withdrew her attention from the television remote and stretched herself out on the couch. Now this I can do for a bit, whilst I wait for their arrival. She fixed herself into a comfortable position on the couch; her aching muscles beginning to relax and mind feeling soothed. She shut her eyes; I’ll only keep em closed for a moment.

She sat at a desk, a pen in her right hand and a pad of blank paper before her. She placed the pen on the paper, then once finished writing she examined what she’d just written. I’ll see you soon, was laid out on the paper. Why would I write I’ll see you soon? As she was pondering the question, the pen in her hand began to glide over the paper again. I don’t recall wanting to write something else. Jenny tried to control her hand and stop herself from writing on the pad of paper, but found it impossible; it was as if her hand had its own thoughts and its own will. While she continued a losing battle, her vision was starting to go. A dark cloud began to descend over her eyes; she no longer felt the pen that she had grasped in her hand, and no longer felt a chair underneath her.

She stood in darkness.  It was pitch black; in fact it was so dark that Jenny couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. I am dead? Just as she pondered that thought a bright light was exposed to her eyes, so bright that it burned her eyes. She shut them tightly for a second, and then opened them. Her eyes revealed the inside of a car; she looked around and found two people sitting up in the front of the car, their side profile only slightly visible. Jenny sat in the center of the back seat, she looked ahead. They were driving down the interstate, she brought her attention back to the driver and the other passenger; they were in the midst of a conversation. Slowly it occurred to her that her presence was not noticed, nor did it seem that it was felt, almost as if she were invisible. “Excuse me?” she asked, but there was no reply, not even a look pointed in her direction, they continued to their conversation, unbothered. This is so bizarre. Jenny drew her attention from them and looked ahead at the road. A truck began to slow down in front of them, so the driver, seeming to have little patience with the truck in front, merged into the express lane. As they began to pass the truck, the truck sped up, blocking their way to pass. The road was now elevating as the driver of the car sped up in the express lane to pass the truck. As they were passing the truck Jenny caught a quick glimpse of the truck driver occupying the center lane. The man wore an out-of-place smile on his face. Something’s not right here. Again just before it would have been possible for the driver of the car to pass, the truck again sped up. Now as they road in the express lane a guardrail was protecting them from a nasty fall into oncoming traffic. It was then that Jenny understood. “Slow down! Let the truck pass you!” she shouted, however the driver and the passenger continued on with their conversation.

Before Jenny could utter another warning, she was lifted from the car and she was now hovering in midair directly above the two vehicles. She watched from above, the truck rammed into the car, the car hit the guardrail, and flipped, landing into oncoming traffic, crushing a car, and causing a pile up to transform, as other vehicles slammed on their breaks, some of their reactions not quick enough. “No,” but she was voiceless, Jenny was powerless.

It’s a start

Jenny walked into the living room, her nostrils catching the gentle scent of her soap. “Ah it feels so good to be clean,” she said cheerfully, as she sat on the couch. She looked at the coffee table, staring down the television remote. Nah, the second I find something that interests me, will be when they knock at the front door. Jenny withdrew her attention from the television remote and stretched herself out on the couch. Now this I can do for a bit, whilst I wait for their arrival. She fixed herself into a comfortable position on the couch; her aching muscles beginning to relax and mind feeling soothed. She shut her eyes; I’ll only keep em closed for a moment.

I’ve been working on this Jenny Mac short story bit and that’s all I’ve got so far, though I do know how I want things to go with it, I find myself too tired to give this story the proper focus and attention that it rightfully deserves; which kinda sucks because I was hoping to post this story tonight, but there’s probably a good reason that I’m not posting it tonight.

I really want to take my time with this story and the ideas for it, because it is going to revolve around Jenny’s psychic abilities, so I would really like to figure out her point of view, what transpires during the vision, and perhaps the most crucial, the emotions that she goes through in the vision.

When I think back to how I used to write her vision scenes before I am flabbergasted. In the old scenes I would make one of the biggest mistakes that I writer can make, I told the audience about everything that went on, and never actually showed them what was happening; which is another reason that I’d really like to take my time with this short story. I also feel that if I can get it right, that it might just serve as a helpful blueprint for when I eventually start to actually write Jenny Mac. Which is still a long, long, long ways off, but you know the old saying practice makes perfect.

Well goodnight everyone, sleep well.