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.

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!

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.

Chapter Thirty Four

Another short one, but my focus was waning and I decided to leave it with a decent hook for the next one. We’ll see when that is. My birthday’s tomorrow, and I have to work on a story for my grandpa’s birthday, which is also coming up soon. Hmm, maybe I should put that on here too.

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?

Chapter Thirty One…Finally

Nothing like a month-long hiatus in the middle of a chapter. I swear the way this meeting was going to go changed about ten times as I was writing it, which is one reason it took so long. I NEVER expected it end the way it did, and I really like it, but I have, once again, no idea where we’re headed. In the long run anyway. But here is the long delayed chapter. If it does what I hope it does, it leaves the waters even murkier.

A Poll Attempt

Look, I have absolutely no idea what is going to come out of this. (Or if I would use the results.) But anyway:

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