The Shape of Things to Come

This is a piece, foreshadowing the end, which needs to be inputted into the story, and will be upon the second draft. You, my lucky blog nonexistent readers, get to read it first here!

Chronologically this belongs before Atkin leaves, when Zena’s still obnoxious, Sheena’s still frustrated, Jacques’ still clueless, and Nora still has confidence issues.

Petto knocked on the Council door. Zena stopped in the middle of a long, dull sentence about women’s rights or something. Nora was sure she wasn’t the only one glad for the interruption. “What is it, pet?” she asked her little sister, hoping she knew the answer. 

“The supply cart’s here,” Petto said shyly.

Something between fear and relief enveloped Nora. “Ok. Guys, I move to adjourn this meeting.”

“Seconded,” Atkin said without hesitation, not looking at Zena.

“All in favor, say aye,” Jacques began the process. Ten seconds later, the meeting was over, and Nora directed her sister home. Once there, she picked up a sack she’d already packed and went to meet the cart.

She recognized the kids who’d come with it. They were the same as last time. That was good. Nora walked up to the skinny redhead. “Hey, it’s you,” he said.

“Yeah. Hi…Nat,” she replied, glad to remember his name. “Do you have it?” Nat checked to make sure there wasn’t a crush of people, and then led her around to the back of the cart. “I’ve got it,” he said, “it wasn’t cheap though.”

“I get it,” she said apprehensively, “what is it gonna cost me?”

“What do you have?”

She offered him the sack. He dug through it, emerging with two books and a tin cup. “These are ok. Anything else?”

Slowly, she reached down and undid her silver anklet. Her mother’s jewelry was less sentimental, but she didn’t think she could handle giving it away. Nat looked at it. He took it.Then he handed her the books and cup back. “That’s pretty. And enough.” She didn’t watch as he pocketed it.

“Here,” he said, handing her a bundle from the cart. Nora took it. Already she could feel the calm seeping into her. “Thanks,” she told Nat. He nodded.

*The title of this post is a reference to Battlestar Galactica 2004 because it is AWESOME.

Of Fires and Fleeting Chapters

Yes, this is another of my short little efforts, and I am not altogether happy with it but I am satisfied, for now. One more step on the journey to reach my ending. This is just Cragg and Nora (finally) meeting and, basically, getting over themselves. No kissing though. Too many people in the room :).

At some point in the near future I’ll post an added piece (I still have to write it, but I WILL) which should go much earlier in the story and foreshadow what’s to come. It’s about Nora and the supply cart.

Until next time.

This May be Harder than I Thought

Well, comrades, I wrote another chapter, and will attempt another today, (if I can dig myself out of the homework mountain), and I feel that I may have been a little rash with my end of October goal. I want to get this done so badly, but the 31st is approaching awfully fast.

I could get this done if I wanted too. I managed to pull 30,000 words out last year, despite starting out so behind, and I could totally do this one too. However, I think there is something else going on. I have a fear of endings, as I have a fear of titles. I have read so many books with anticlimactic or botched endings, and I am so afraid of doing the same thing. Despite its problems, I am prouder of this story than I am of anything I have ever written, and I don’t want to mangle it. This is why, although I do have a plan for ending it, I haven’t put as much effort into reaching that ending as I should have.

What’s Next?

Did I scare anyone with that post two days ago? Because I admit I scared myself. I sat down today to begin chapter thirty something and then chickened out.

So, I decided I need a goal. Here it is: I will be done with Snow by the end of October. The reason for this is that I have to decide if I want to do National Novel Writing Month again. I have a few projects in mind, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea to start another big project with this one undone.

I work better with goals. I work even better when there is a promise of something flashing a “YOUU FAIIIILLLL” sign in my face if I don’t make it. That’s why nanowrimo works so well for me. So in order for this goal to work I need to take it seriously. I must think of it as a deadline, not just a goal. (Because really, the last thing I need is more stress. We’re officially one month out from election day. Everyone be thinking about who you’ll vote for! Sorry, I work at a campaign. I can’t help it.)

In other news: there’s a new Poem for the Week. Yeah, I get no one’s reading it but it’s fun to update anyway.

This Is Me Fist-Pumping


This chapter is short (2 1/4 pages) and largely comedy. BUT it is an important chapter. It is important because, as I will announce dramatically:

This is it, people. The beginning of the end. The final season. The fourth quarter. (See, I made a football reference. That’s how excited I am.) The darkness before the dawn. Look, I don’t know what else to call it but relief. Pure, solid relief. Casually-swiping-the-sweat-off-your-forehead-relief. Because I have found solid ground. I see an end. I will keep it in my sights and I will finish.

Steady feet, don’t fail me now.

No way to go but forward.

Full steam ahead.

Chapter Thirty Seven and Other Unexpected Things

Hey, look what happened! I like it because things happen. First we go to Trish in her own home, and then to a council meeting, and then to Cragg taking a step which will hopefully kick off some action!

As to the other things: I am not actually that worried about schoolwork for once, I am almost healthy, and I’ve added my first non-english  swear word to the story. Trish says it. I really don’t feel like I want to keep the damns and shits when I revise this thing, but I need to do some serious thinking about what to do in place of it…I hate when fantasy novels have people swear by ordinary things like Rocks! Sands! Seems ineffective in my mind. Anyway, put that on my list for draft 2. (oooh god, I am not writing a whole ‘nother one of these. Revision, not rewriting. I can’t handle that.)

A Strange Thing: This morning I woke up with no voice due to a cold and when I sneezed, it came back! Weird!


Yes, that is the title for this week’s poem. But it is something I have been thinking about lately. Are our memories ever truly our own? I know that there are some things I think I remember but I just think I do. And then there are the smells. All of my grandparents and friends’ houses have a certain smell, and I’m sure mine does too. I just can’t smell it, because I am so used to it. That’s very like other aspects of yourself. How many of us see ourselves totally differently then our family or friends do?

I will try to get some work done on the story this week. The first exams are behind me and I don’t work, so I should get something done. Hold me to it. If not, I’ll write again next Sunday.


Hey it’s me again…

…I put something on the Other Writing page…I didn’t want to have a dropdown overload, so you have to go to the page to get to it. It’s fairly interesting, go ahead and look.

…Speaking of dropdowns, do I have too many on the chapters? Does it look bad? Should maybe I do the chapters in chunks?

…Man, that would be a lot of work.

…I’m hungry.

…I have a choice between literary theory, a sociology paper about Walmart, and reading a sociology textbook. I really should be doing one of them. Time to play pick your poison.

…I canvassed like fifty houses today, no joke, and my feet are tired.

…On the other hand, maybe dad will watch Star Trek with me when he gets home.

… Ellipses are fun.

…I’m hungry.

Welcome to my head on a typical Sunday afternoon. Get some work done Brain! No…ugh…why.

Look what I found…

Digging through all the pages and putting them in order for the addition, I found a draft titled “stuff”. How eloquent. When I opened it, it was a random Sheena piece, probably written while Jacques was on his failed diplomacy trip. Due to the title I ignored it and then forgot what it was. Now I’ve found it again, I like it, but I don’t know if I can put it somewhere in the chapters to come. We shall see. For now, I put it under the miscellaneous tab.

I was going to add some other things, but good god it’s late and I’m supposed to be reading  literary theory anyway :p. 

New Pages and Programming

Ta-da, I did it! Welcome to bookyworm: the expanded site. I am excited to showcase two new offerings:

First, under Poem for the Week, there will be exactly that. In the beginning it will be older poetry I’ve written, but eventually I’ll run out and have to start writing more. (Remember this whole thing is a self-designed incentive program.) The poems will change on Sundays. For the first poem, I’ve put one about the writing process. Seemed fitting.

Under Miscellaneous you will find the brainstorms from before as well as the new Other Writing page. It’s not really miscellaneous in the true sense of the word, but I like the word.

So that is my brand-spanking-new content. Enjoy it!

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