First Sight Redo Intro


Yesterday, I revealed the possibilities for a new book however, I hated the way I described said book. So I kinda wanted to redo the introduction to this book idea. Which I’m hoping will serve as a duo purpose, the first to fix the intro; (which I always manage to suck at describing the first time round.)  The second purpose is a distraction, for I have the worst case of heartburn, that’s legit making me want to upchuck, all that’s missing is the gross belching. I really should look into another heartburn reliever other than Tums, because they’re so not helping in the slightest at the moment. Anyway, onto the redo intro!

Adolescence, is complicated. When you stop and think about it there are many things that can define it as such. There’s school, parental figures, teachers, popularity status, cliques, the first crush, the first date, the first kiss. Except what happens when the first crush isn’t on a boy… But a girl?

When Roxy and Lexi cross paths in the fall of 2005. It’s a friendship turned on it’s head, when an unexpected flame sparks. Rising the question, Can love truly conquer all? Can their love endure homophobic peers, a bigoted parental figure, the prospect of coming out, troubles at home, the possibility of going in separate directions?

Can young love last? Or is it doomed to leave a scar that’ll last forever?

There, wish I would’ve come up with this yesterday, and I hope that this second attempt sounds loads more interesting.

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New Year… New Goals


Hey all,

Hope you all had a Happy New Year and that 2017 proves to be a great year for you.

I’ve been meaning to get back into blogging recently, however I’ve found myself too distracted lately. The good news however, is that these distractions have all been positive ones, which gives me hope that 2017 will prove to be a good year.

First off I do indeed have some New Year’s resolutions, however I’m trying to side step the word Resolutions, because it always seems like the word is setting you up to either instantly, or eventually fail. Instead I’m calling them my New year’s Goals.

  1. Write, write, write!

I am a well known procrastinator, especially if I’m blocked, so this year. I’ve set up weekly writing goals. I started, off so far, writing 4 days a week, writing at least 650 words a day. I am completely ecstatic to report, in the first week, I only got stuck at 452 words once, the rest came in at 650 or higher.

As time goes on, I’m hoping to write 5 days a week, and eventually work up to an output of 1,000 words per writing session. In the first week, I wrote 12 pages, and had a grand total of 4,452 word written. It’s amazing what I can get done, when I apply myself.

2. Finish a book.

Right now I have two different iron’s in the fire. One being Jenny Mac, and the other being the untitled piece that you’ve seen little pieces of. Given that Jenny Mac, still isn’t fully, formed story line wise, amongst other things. I doubt that this book will be fully done within the year, maybe a draft or two. Still it’s not something that I want to rush through.

However the untitled piece is actually taking form and now, officially has a working title. Drum roll… From untitled to First Sight.

First Sight, is different in comparison to anything I’ve worked on. It is a coming of age Romance, revolving around two teenage girls, discovering they’ve fallen in love. While trying to cope with school, their home lives and eventually the coming out process. The idea stemmed from my love of Nicolas Sparks novels, and my bewilderment that the only other lesbian book that I could find, that wasn’t smut was, Fried Green Tomatoes. So if this book works out, it’ll be something for Lesbians, or for those who like Romance books.

3. Blog!

On top of the writing goals, I’m going to try to blog more often, as well as stopping by your own blogs more often. Which I need to get a better handle on.

Finally two goals that don’t revolve around writing and they are as follows…

4. Eat better.

and

5. Hit the gym

With any luck by the end of this year I will have, written First Sight, gotten a couple of drafts into Jenny Mac, blogged a ton, lost a few pounds, and will look fitter than I have in over a year or so.

With that being said what are some of your New Year’s Goals? and How do you like the idea of First Sight?

Worldly views


I think what I find most exciting about Jenny’s world, is the difference in technological advances, as well as their views at protecting the planet from global warming.

Unlike the U.S. views in the 1950’s to the present, on the issue of global warming. Jenny’s world actually does see global warming as a real threat and they take action to prevent further damage.

By 2010 in Jenny’s world gas powered cars, oil heating, gas heating, and even electric companies, and nuclear plants, have become a thing of the past. Instead they’re using solar energy as a main source of their power, along with other natural energy sources. Because of these changes it’s become rare to see droughts, forest fires, animal extinction, and pollution levels rising. If only we took this threat seriously when the evidence first arose.

It’s so amazing to see how differently people act when world peace is actually possible/obtainable. It sort of like we’ve taken all of the stupidity out of society, and by so doing were able to reach new heights of intellect. As a matter of fact that is probably what would happen if society weren’t split into the two party system, and we managed to make decisions together as well… Not only as a nation but as human beings.

The world of Jenny Mac


It’s been a while since I’ve done any sort of Jenny Mac post. The main reason for that is because I think that the story has so much potential, and that I might accidentally give too much away.

However, I want to keep everyone in the loop or rather keep you wanting/needing to know more. So as carefully as I can manage, I’m going to introduce you to her world.

 

One of my biggest influences for this story has been the 2016 Presidential Election, amongst others would be, WW2, The Civil Rights movement, as well as the assassination of JFK. It’s these combining factors of these events that I began to dive head first, into Jenny’s world.  With this in mind, I’d like to throw a few questions at you…

What if world peace were possible?

Could it remain at peace, or would evil forces destroy it?

How would humanity cope?

What would the world turn in to?

And… Could world peace be salvaged?

These questions are all still bouncing around in my head, along with a billion others, but the question that had been popping up the most was… What if world peace were possible? That was a question that took me a while to wrap my head around, because after all, how would something as wonderful as that come to be? Then like the most interesting ideas tend to do, it hit me (with the force of a freight train.) It would have to be an organization whose sole purpose is to better humanity. I don’t want to give you the name of the organization, but I’m sure that you could pinpoint the organization of which I am referring. It is from this organization that my own little organization is born, the WIA aka the World Investigation Agency. Their job is to help end fighting. This could stem from a dispute between a country’s government and their citizens, to arguments pertaining to or have the possibility to lead to  war. If my protagonist group can aid humanity in settling their difference, then in the book they may actually have a shot at world peace.

If world peace did prove to be a successful venture, then could it be taken away? In fiction there’s a rule, if something good comes up, then it must come down. If we didn’t have this rule, then there would no story. In any good or halfway decent story you want to see struggle, destruction, or the end to an era. If only to hope that the person, organization or what have you, can come back out on top. If world peace did occur, I could think of nothing better to destroy it than good old fashioned politics. My antagonist Joseph sees the world functioning in a different format, that could very well lead to the destruction of humanity.

What would the world/humanity transform into? I think if the antagonist were successful at carrying out his agenda, then the world might resemble a bit of the world we’re currently living in. Because if world peace were lost, then the trust and belief in humanity would be lost, so you’d wind up with loads of chaotic disasters, and people living in fear.

Could world peace be salvaged? This would depend upon whether the human race could pull themselves up and dust themselves off, and show that fighting spirit.

I know that there’s one other question that is undoubtedly floating around in your mind, and that would be, where would Jenny Mac mix in with all of this? Well that’s something that you would have to read to find out. Whenever I actually manage to finish the book and get it published that is.

 

Working Class Stiff


26 and blessed beyond my wildest dreams.

For almost a year, I’ve been living a circumstance that seems unrealistically fictitious.

From the house to the pre-owned above ground pool, I feel like I am constantly waking to a daydream.

As if at any given moment I’ll find myself, along with my family shoved back into reality.

Living back on McKinley; draggin’ home a fully loaded grocery cart from Target, legitimately starving, just trying to make it.

I think that I can vibe with Rowling’s skepticisms, for this new life, this new reality, I just cannot bring myself to accept it.

How’d I get here?

I know the answer’s logically sound, that every T’s been crossed, and every I dotted.

Still I can’t seem to shake this dreamy sensation, and I’m not even on any sort of medication.

(Chorus working class stiff, working class fam.

Where we never do things according to plan.

My mama never did live the life of a soccer mom, sporting the classic minivan.

Instead she played both of the roles as my mom and dad.

I remember her continuously teaching me how to work hard.

Each of us scrubbing toilets, making 25 dollars in two hours.

Putting a week’s pay toward the necessities.

We might have been flat broke, and could barely breathe, but at least we earned our keep.)

You on the other hand, have grown up with certain expectations, use to a certain level of comfort.

Creatures of habit, but let’s face it you’ve never once had it like we’ve had it.

You never once had to push, flush, rush, be constantly continuous, cause you’re not us.

Living on the wrong side of the tracks, dealing with those fucked up wacks. Never quite on track, putting up an act, without a single brain cell left intact.

I always felt kinda bad, even though their addictions were bad they’re still apart of the human race, yet Richie Rich bastards like yourselves, wouldn’t even care to remember their face.

Your heart’s are cold and twisted like a maze.

Unfortunate as it is, this is something that we can’t escape,

I hate the fact that you think, this is a part of my blood that I must – should embrace.

Honestly I hate to be the one to break it to ya, but all of your attempts are a waste.

I’m not high class, I’m working class all the way.

(Chorus working class stiff, working class fam.

Where we never do things according to plan.

My mama never did live the life of a soccer mom, sporting the classic minivan.

Instead she played both of the roles as my mom and dad.

I remember her continuously teaching me how to work hard.

Each of us scrubbing toilets, making 25 dollars in two hours.

Putting a week’s pay toward the necessities.

We might have been flat broke, and could barely breathe, but at least we earned our keep.)

What’s a matter Brown clan, afraid your cash won’t win my allegiance?

That my love for my working class blood, out ranks the family name?

What, can’t think of anything witty or intellectual to retort?

I gotta tell ya right now, living your way, your lifestyle would be my last resort.

So go ahead, play it safe, play your game, and we’ll all go our separate ways.

I’ll take my place as the little baa, baa, black sheep, with the high class fam, and stick forever close to my working class fam.

Because at least with them I know where I stand, forever a working class woman.

Twilight: New Moon


New moonFor Bella Swan, there is one thing more important than life itself: Edward Cullen. But being in love with a vampire is more dangerous than Bella ever could have imagined. Edward has already rescued Bella from the clutches of an evil vampire, but now, as their daring relationship threatens all that is near and dear to them, they realize their troubles may just be beginning….

Legions of readers entranced by the New York Times bestseller Twilight are hungry for more, and they won’t be disappointed by this gripping sequel. In New Moon, Stephenie Meyer delivers another irresistible combination of romance and suspense with a supernatural twist. Passionate, riveting, and deeply moving, this vampire love saga is well on its way to literary immortality.

 

You may be wondering why I have decided to review the second book in the saga, instead of the first? The reason being was that this book in comparison to the rest, was so depressing. It was one of those reads where you’re thankful above all else that it’s over.

In the first book we become acquainted with the first sparks of first love, which is so exciting; with its new/unexplored experiences. The first kiss, first hand holding, secrets shared, or in this case secrets found out by Bella, from her friend Jacob. Going into New Moon you know that the love between Edward and Bella would surely have its obstacles given Edward’s vampire background, along with the danger that Bella faced in the first book. What I did not expect was the sudden vanishing of Edward from Bella’s life. It’s the suddenness of Edward’s departure that both Bella and Edward begin to slip into the cloud of depression.

It’s a difficult process when the first love ends, even when the reasoning behind the split is with good intentions. In this book it proves to be impossible to get over. There’s a few tilts of the hat toward Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Personally from a writer’s point of view, I think that Stephenie Meyer might have been curious to see how Romeo and Juliet would have turned out in this day and age; mixing it all up with vampires and Werewolves. It was interesting but as I said before, it was also depressing. Bella remains trapped in this fog of despair that only Jacob can somewhat pull her out of. There was also a lot of contemplation of suicide, which rubbed me the wrong way. But then again, the mere idea of teenage suicide saddens me. Perhaps Meyer was trying to put in a clear message that suicide and the heartbreak of first love should never go together. Or maybe it was just the modern day spinoff of Romeo and Juliet; of which the thoughts stemmed from. It keeps you turning the pages, and you’ll let out a sigh of relief once you reach the end of the book, but it wouldn’t be a book that I’d want to read more than once. The other books I could, but this one not so much.

 

A short glimpse


Hey everybody, I’ve been working on this short story for the past few days. (Still a WIP,) but I thought that I might actually try submitting. There’s no title to this piece but I thought I’d give you a peek. I hope you find it interesting.

 

The Autumn air, (still feeling like a warm summer day) whooshed past her face as she pumped her legs moving upward on the swing. There’s was something so peaceful about being on the swings, they could calm her thoughts even on her worst day. Today had been terrible, for the horrid teacher that she had suffered through last year, had followed her to eighth grade English. Ms. Nielson had picked up right where she had left off from the previous year, with the exception of changing curriculum. Instead of studying authors like Louis Sacher, and Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn. They were now digging into memoirs, and History, like the Holocaust and reading The Diary of Anne Frank. How she longed for next year when they would be introduced to Shakespeare, or more accurately, Romeo & Juliet. Nielson had picked up right where she had left off, her voice ringing with clear fury, and her frustration showing even more easily in her old age. Why they don’t just let the old bat go; but then the word she despised popped into her head, tenure. For the next few years Nielson would have a permanent residence in the English department of Prescott Junior High, continuing to torture both students and staff with her nasty attitude. Just this year, just get through this year and you’ll never have to tolerate the old bitch again. Nielson might have been granted to torture the lower classmen but the upperclassmen got teachers like Parker, Long, and Kelly, all who were as even tempered as possible and young.

She glimpsed up at the blue mountain backdrop, (a gorgeously, magnificent sight that only The Rockies could provide.) She drifted willingly and happily. She could smell the rich mountain air, and see the Rockies as they were meant to be seen; up close and surrounding her in every direction. She could see the trail, unchanged, the Columbines blooming along it’s edges, as if they were guiding her up the trail. A light breeze brushed against her and pine trees provided shade from the sun overhead. If only she could stay in this memory, but at the very least the memory had served its purpose. To wash away what had clung to her conscious mind, since the guidance counselor had presented her with her class schedule. Now she could go home, now she could stand to be around her parents and deal with whatever might transpire.

“Roxy, Hey girl.”

Roxy broke her stare from the distant blue mountains and looked down the park’s fence alleyway, where Crystal emerged from, smiling broadly.

“Hey Crystal,” Roxy greeted, but showed no signs of slowing down, as her legs took in another pump of the air.

“You know something, every time I come to the park you’re always on the swings.”

“I like to lose myself on them,” she said flatly.

“Me too,” said Crystal, as she mounted the other available swing, next to Roxy.

Roxy felt a wave of annoyance and displeasure wash over her.

“So how’d your first day back go?” Crystal asked then added, “Mine was long and boring.”

“It was all right,” she said, not caring enough to mention her dislike to find out that she had Nielson for another year.

“I’ve got homework already, Nielson,” Crystal continued.

Oh thanks for reminding me, homework on the first day, what kind of teacher gives a homework assignment on the first day back. At least it’s easy. Roxy thought as Crystal’s continued yammering began to sound like static from a radio.

A few minutes later Crystal dismounted from the swing set only to head over to the jungle gym to climb on the monkey bars, still yammering about subjects such as school friends, and her folks. At least that’s what Roxy assumed. Every once in a while when she would tune Crystal back in. At which point Roxy would say “Yeah, that’s ridiculous, or parents are weird.”

It had been shortly after Crystal had dismounted from the swings that Roxy first noticed her. She recognized her instantly. It was that curly haired new girl, she’d seen her around the neighborhood a few weeks before school began, and she seemed different, compared the other girls in the neighborhood; she kept to herself, and seemed shy. But there was something else about this girl that had nothing to do with the vibes she put off, no it was something unrecognizable to Roxy. It almost felt like a question with the answer visible, but still far too blurred to properly see it. So she knew the thing was there and yet, blank.