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.

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.

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!

Chapter Thirty Six

This chapter I am definitely marking for revision when I get around to it. Not because it’s bad, per say, but I’d really like to do redo the Sheen/Jacques scene and put Zena into it. Someday…

Also, I realize this is short, and I’m so sorry for abusing the word “chapter” so much. I promise something longer and more chapter-like next time.

A Couple of Pleas

Dear nonexistent readers:

I have been thinking about two things and I wondered if you could help me make a decision:

1. Should I put other things on this blog? Other writing?

2. A Title. Adventure in the Snow Mountains sucks. I’d like to keep “snow” in there somewhere. Maybe something along the lines of “Snow and Ashes”? (Except no, because that sucks too, but that’s the idea.)

Anything you say–anything at all–would be appreciated.

Sarah

Chapter Thirty Five

Hi again guys. Don’t be fooled: I still like this story. I miss it. I’m busy. Remember last year when I was swamped? This time I have a play, pseo classes, and an internship for a local campaign.

So I did finish this chapter. I’m too lazy to post a link, but it’s under part two of the story.

Chapter Thirty Three

I feel really good about the direction this took. It’s a very short piece, and should probably go with the chapter from yesterday, when I get around to changing things. But yeah, I like it. I think I know where to go from here, which is the question I’ve been worrying about.

Also, the other day at the fireworks, I cracked a glow stick and it exploded. The blanket and my legs were covered with glowing spots. I looked like the Nav’i from Avatar. I popped a glow stick. I didn’t know that could even happen! Should I be worried about creepy glowing toxins?

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