Sneak Peek: May I "Ch 31"

Since I'll be a little tied up for the next couple days....and I left that last chapter on a cliffhanger. My bad :) But just so you know... I've been threatened to update or else :D This little sneak peek, doesn't give much--or tell why--but it's hopefully something to tie you along until after the New Year. 

Daily Inspiration #12

I've already wrote about New Years, so I won't repeat myself. Instead, I'll leave you with this daily bit of inspiration.

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Daily Inspiration #11

I love this one! :) I think I need to remember this one when I'm having a bad day.

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May I: Drying Off

Cal was sitting on the couch, reading a book when he heard a door slam. Looking up from his place, he felt differently about that slam; recognized it as being the same sound Gillian produced when she was frustrated or worried.

So when he heard another slam—identical to the last—he had already placed his book on the coffee table and was looking out the window as she crossed the sidewalk and he was already at the door when she trailed up the stairs.

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In the New Year!

Now that the holidays are mostly over, and as we prepare for the New Year . . . it's time to spend some time recovering. The shopping has been finished, presents have been wrapped, the cookies have been prepared, baked and received; Christmas dinner has been eaten and presents have been unwrapped.

Now it's time to enjoy the gifts that we have received, while remembering the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas each and every year. We'll write, sing, laugh, cry, have loved ones who die, go through trials, bring in life, get married, buy a house, etc--for another year.

And so, we go on.

In the New Year, we'll stay up until midnight to ring in the New Year. Some will be drinking cider--others alcohol--while others will be out partying with friends. But whatever you're doing to celebrate: remember to be safe. I hope to see you all in the New Year! :)

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May I: A Few Things

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time, Corbin stood there with a bag and a pink blanket in hand. “You might need this.” Slipping the bag over her shoulder, he handed her the blanket. “Good luck.” And for a second time, he turned on his heels and disappeared.

“Thanks.” Closing the door, Sophie grabbed the blanket and tried to hold both the blanket and doll in her hand, but the blanket ended up falling to the ground. Hearing her grunt to pick it up, she toddled around with her hands full.

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I'm Still Here: Sunrise Avenue

Please ignore all the grammar and spelling errors that might be in these chapters. I wrote this story about three years ago.

Everything was starting to sink in. Despite everything that went on this week, it had the perfect ending. And both knew it. They had both come out of this with a new meaning. His hand rested inside his pocket with his phone; he had never stopped thinking about his father since they had talked. She had a piece of paper with her father's phone number inside her jean pocket, the one her father had given her before they had departed to the airport.

If anything came sufficently out of their lives, both Megan and Larry knew their futures were just beginning. And although their own fears had come out and laid just inside the border, wounds were slowly beginning to heal.

Daily Inspiration #2

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Enough said.

I'm Still Here: Learning to Fall

His mouth slacked, slightly. He couldn't say that she wasn't going to answer, but he was certain now that he had her closer. Taking in a deep breath he let his shoulders relax. Taking a deep breath herself, she realized her answer echoed back to her, yes… "I would love to be with you." Her eyes flickered up towards him.

"I'm not saying you have to make a decision right now" He put in. "I wanted to… and ask if you'd accept being with me, eventually." Clarifying, he opened his hand to reveal a beautiful ring.

Daily Inspiration

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I'm Still Here: The Middle

Both sat in silence, again.

This gave Megan a chance to wonder what path she was going down. There was one way that made the corner of her lips turn up in a smile as they drove to the airport. And with that she found that he was always there… waiting, always willing to be there for him. He had given her father a chance…and so had she.

I'm Still Here: Where Do You Run?

Pushing back in her seat, she pulled into the parking lot of the school, parked the car and turned off the engine. Unbuckling her seatbelt her voice was soft but unfaltering as she faced him. "I haven't. It takes time. And maybe in time I will, but we both have a lot of baggage to work through and several or a hundred ridges to go over."

That made him think even further, and something in the back of his mind longed to be heard. It wasn't the fact that he longed for her always to be there, because she understood him for who he was. It wasn't that they were alike, no, they were vastly different which made at times, very interesting discussions.

I'm Still Here: On the Ride

Setting his packed suitcase on the bed, he zipped it up. Megan pulled in the window curtain to let the soft sun in. Her hair had been curled in tight curls, flowing softly onto the back of her green shirt. He smiled tenderly watching her casually move around, adjusting the blinds so they were nicely pulled back before they took off.

He was still thinking about her. Everything seemed to slow as her graceful movements overtook him. So much could happen within a day, and he was leaving without her. He had to just remind himself that she would be back tomorrow. And as if she had read his thoughts her shoulders fell in satisfaction. Turning around to face him, pieces of golden curls fell to the side, gracing her beauty.

Sneak Peek: May I "Ch 29"

I don't usually give sneak peeks . . . but since this chapter is taking longer than I thought to write . . . I thought it would be nice to give a little peek to what I could possibly be stirring up :)

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time, Corbin stood there with a bag and a pink blanket in hand. “You might need this.” Slipping the bag over her shoulder, he handed her the blanket. “Good luck.” And for a second time, he turned on his heels and disappeared.

“Thanks.” Closing the door, Sophie grabbed the blanket and tried to hold both the blanket and doll in her hand, but the blanket ended up falling to the ground. Hearing her grunt to pick it up, she toddled around with her hands full.

I'm Still Here: Heart of the Matter

"I'm taking it things went well this time around?" Larry inquired as he sat on a bench outside the hotel doors, a newspaper in his hands. She turned around as he strolled over to her and let her lips collide with his, the discarded newspaper sitting on the bench.

She smiled against his lips, "It's getting there, if that's what you're asking." Both of their smiles grew wider as her hands wrapped around his neck. "You're getting really close."

I've Hit a 31,000+ Word Count. Now Can I Get Back to Work?

As Nanowrimo comes a close tomorrow, I find myself saying that I got close enough to the goal of nanowrimo. Even though I didn't actually reach the 50,000 goal... I am definitely giving myself a pat on the back [And you should too--for all that you've accomplished] for writing a story in 30 days.

I keep asking myself, "Now can I get back to work?". And when I say getting back to work: I mean business. You know . . . that fanfiction that I was doing so well on updating that I suddenly neglected; due to being eventually overwhelmed by writing and creating a story for nanowrimo? Yeah, that one. 

I'm pretty sure that even though I left a little pardoning note with the one chapter I managed to turn out this month of November, was followed by a note that I would be participating in Nanowrimo--and updates would be a little slow until December.

Can't say that my fellow followers could possibly be a little antsy, even though the chapter turned out on a good note this time and not some cliffhanger. You're welcome. 

Now back to work :)

May I: You Okay?

As they were driving back to the office, Ben tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to see if Cal was paying attention, or if he was zoned out in his own thoughts. Ben quickly concluded the latter, and focused his eyes back on the road.

Pretty soon, Cal was fiddling with tuning the radio, and Ben scowled impatiently. “Would you not touch the radio while I’m driving?” Grasping the steering wheel tightly, he exhaled. “Look—whatever is going on with you and Gillian is none of my business—”

May I: Hand In My Pocket

As Cal walked into the scene about fifteen minutes later, Ben Reynolds looked a little confused to why he was the only one there, when he clearly asked for Foster as well. In fact, Cal was prepared for the question, before the question registered to Reynolds.

“Where’s Foster?” It was like an ‘ah-ha moment’ as Ben peered around to make sure that Gillian hadn’t stopped somewhere—or he hadn’t missed her coming in.

May I: Distracted

Contemplating going to see Ava at the hospital, with Sophie in the back seat—Gillian had been preparing all morning to see her. That is until she heard the news of the bus explosion coming over the car radio.

Thinking about what Cal had said last night—something about this case, tugged at her. She turned around in a shopping parking lot and had gotten to the office within an hour. It hadn’t occurred to what she was going to do with Sophie as she picked her up and went through the back entrance of the building.

Luckily, the little girl had fallen asleep just before they had arrived. Gillian had frowned at the little girl. It could have just been that the last little while had been rough for both Ava and Sophie, but she was starting to get concerned that she was sleeping so much.

I'm Still Here: All We Are

"From the day that I held you in my arms" He cupped his hands side by side as if he were cradling a small baby. "I had a feeling that you were going to be my last one, and I didn't want to bring myself to disappointment that…" He realized and felt ashamed of the words that were running through his head.

"That I was another girl." Her mouth twitched, "I was told that her last pregnancy was your last chance of having a boy." She filled him. He sat there, finally leaning back against his chair. "What I don't get is when did you realize you had four daughters?"

I'm Still Here: Closure

Megan steps towards an old familiar coffee shop. In stride, her gaze catches the overhead of a scarlet red and a faded yellow pattern of the overhead as she crosses the street. The shop was owned by an old neighbor, mid twenties; widowed and had a son who was almost the same age as she was. If instinct was right, that same boy now all grown up, was in that same shop today. His enthusiastic demeanor just like his own father, who as she sees it, is still working right beside his son.

A smirk plays upon her lips, seeing a middle aged man she recognizes as her neighbor through the shop window. As she enters she looks upwards toward the same familiar ring of the bell above the door. Her hand pulls off the handle, and the man gazes at her with familiarity as she scans the surrounding tables and stands in the middle of the brown and white checkered tile floor.

She is keenly aware from the corner of her eye that he is leaning against the handle of his broom that he had been sweeping with but she continues to search the premises until her green eyes strike a chord with another familiar face. Her father, to whom he raises a hand to her in greeting. Instinctively she senses the pattern of apprehension as he rests his hand back on the table in front of him.

Happy Thanksgiving!

HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A HAPPY AND SAFE THANKSGIVING! 

 

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Peter Piper, picked a bunch of peppers…

As we get down to the very end of nanowrimo, I have to say that I'm quite surprised at the outcome--but could not forget to leave out the fact that I'm panicking a little as the days dwindle down to nothing. Being able to keep up the writing for most of the time, I finally succumbed to not writing for a little bit and took a break.

So here I am . . . cramming and writing a bunch of things that have come from the creativity of my mind. I'm spending every minute tapping on the computer, and trying to write as much as I can because it’s Thanksgiving weekend. Not to mention that this week is going to be kind of chaotic.

I’m kind of afraid that time will slip away from me. In fact, I’m pretty sure that it already has, and I haven’t written as much as I wanted to in hopes of catching up.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. And whatever the plans may be in my head, aren’t the same out loud—especially after traveling for many hours and reaching destination and home on the same day.

I'm Still Here: This Is My Now

Time drew on and the rain had grown to an almost pour. She hadn't changed the position of stance as her piercing green eyes stared out the window, not even once in the last twenty minutes. He waited patiently, one hand resting on the curve of the bed. If there was anything he had learned in his life, it was patience.

Just like he knew the ways of advanced mathematics, she was a profiler, a psychologist who understood the human emotions and could tap in without difficulty into other's minds, drawing out whatever she needed. That's what made her so good. She pushed away her own, focused on the case at hand and she knew that she would have to reverse the process and then some in order to get herself out of this one.

May I: About Existence

Sitting out of a deep sleep, Gillian sat up in the dark and let out a dry cough. After the spell of coughing, she looked over at the clock and groaned. The neon green numbers flashed 5:13 AM. She groaned and ran her fingers through her hair. 

She could hear Sophie beside her, breathing heavily and stirring in her sleep. There was no way that she was going to be able to back to sleep now being wide awake. So she left the door cracked open and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

May I: Involvement

Usually Gillian would have sat down next to Cal when they all had dinner together. Tonight however, she had seated herself on the other side of Emily. Sophie had climbed into Gillian’s lap, refusing to get off—but that could have something to do with the fact that she had a banana in her hand.

Before she could get it cut up, Sophie had stuffed most of it into her mouth. Emily was the first to notice. “Somebody was hungry.” Gillian peered around and Sophie looked over at her, eyes sparkling with a devious smile.

I'm Still Here: Dreaming Out Loud

Running her hotel card for entrance to the room, she pushed down on the handle and entered. "Larry?" It was almost after twelve now. After the talk with her father she needed some time to collect her emotions before returning so she had driven a couple blocks to a park to where she had gone with her friends after school.

"Megan" Larry greeted with a smile as he rounded the corner. The lamp on the right was on, glowing softly upon the couch beside the place he had been occupying. At first glance she looked slightly ruffled. A smile curled on her lips indicated a partial weight that had been lifted off of her shoulders. He embraced her in a friendly hug, her tension slowly releasing as she pulled back from his hold. "I take it your meeting with your dad was quite contrary to what you assumed?"

From My Nano Mailbox

Thought I would share this with you (from my nano mailbox): 

First, congratulations on making it through week one! I hope you had a good time, and that your story cooperated. Even if it didn't. the fact that you're even trying means that you're doing something amazing.

Now, for the bad news... it's time for Week Two. Week Two is like a depressed sulky teenager. Your characters may stop cooperating with you, and just sit there staring at you dumbly. Your villain may refuse to do anything villainous. You may despair of ever finishing this novel, and wonder why you thought you could. Well, don't panic! This happens to many writers during NaNo, and lots of people get through it.

To help you get through it, here's some tips:

* Make sure you write something every day. Even if it's not as much as you need, write. Every word helps.

* Try using word sprints. Set a timer for 15 minutes, and write as fast as you can. You'll be surprised.

* Do something crazy. Add ninjas. Blow up a building. Make your characters join the circus.

If you need advice, feel free to post on the forums, or hop into the chatroom. It's been busy this year, and there is almost always someone ready to answer your questions. You can find the link on the forums. While on the forums, make sure to check out the regional calendar. We have lots of events scheduled, and hopefully there's one near you. If there's not, and you feel like organizing one, please do. And then let me know, and I'll post it in the calendar!

One last note: Today is the first 'Back Up Your Novel Day'. Nothing sucks more than creating an amazing (or at least not horrible) novel, and then losing it. So, back it up! Email it to yourself. 

Copy it to a flash drive. Set up a Dropbox account. Print out a copy and store it in a safe. Whatever makes you feel confident it won't get lost. Just make sure you have copies in more than one place.

Thank you all for being such a great group. I really appreciate how easy you all make my job.

Matthew Walker
Happy Cat Herder

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Okay, so anything that encourages bringing in the ninjas and blowing up buildings . . . I'm all in. But wait! Do the ninjas blow up the building? Or does that require turning the characters of the story into ninjas first? I think either would be interesting. While we're at it, let's blow up a boat. Throw some fruits and vegetables at the corn. Learn how to fly while on a motorcycle. 

Now what ideas can you think of to break the Nanowrimo writer's block?  

Survival Mode

When I was walking outside in the cold winter’s night—bundled up pretty much from head to toe—my hand around the leash that kept my dog from getting too far ahead. It started off as nothing, but the mores steps I took—the more I thought about how it would be to sleep outside, and how long one could be out there before one froze.

In my mind, I added in a blow up mattress, a cabin or tree house and best of all—ten layers of blankets. Somehow, I didn’t think that I would ever be able to do that. So the next best thing was torturing my Sims.

That’s right—I’m not writing at the moment. At least not for the thing I’m supposed to be writing for. In fact, I feel like the Sim I’m torturing, and making her sell fish while she lives in a tent.

The Tale Finally Comes to Life

I really wasn't planning on staying up until three in the morning, but after an abundance of Halloween candy and a night full of movies, I found myself up and writing at the computer. Starting the beginning of a 50,000 word story is particularly hard because I seem to want to come up with the best sentence that I can come up with, followed by much erasing . . . writing . . . and then erasing again.


I'm kind of surprised that I was even up that late, since the night before I had been sick and up to midnight and on twitter because I couldn't sleep. And this morning, our door rang at the lovely time of 7:30 AM, and couldn't go back to sleep--so what better way than to write and add onto the epilogue excerpt to my story.This is my third year participating in Nanowrimo, and every year it tends to get a little better and more planned. So I came up with a short photo shoot to introduce my main character just briefly, as well as an excerpt from my story, "Broken".





Meet Dr. Marian Jacobsen
Yes, the red head that I've been using for the headers to introduce details of my story. I have no idea how I came up with her. I'm pretty sure that it was just a random moment where I got really interested to create a story.

May I: Bells and Whistles

Folding up the letter, she put it back into the envelope. A tear ran down her cheek and she wiped it away. “Gillian?” It took a moment for her to look up as Emily folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe.  “I know my dad has a lot to do with this—bringing you here and everything.”  Her eyes seemed to be glued to the little girl sitting beside Gillian. As if she were asking who she was. “Anyway, I’m going to be making dinner. Are you staying?”

Suddenly, she felt a confliction of feelings. When she wanted to leave, she knew that would conclude with Cal pulling her back. She was angry that he had brought her here; put both Emily and Sophie in the middle of their silent battle, that wasn’t really silent.

May I: For Now

She didn’t try to pull away, just relaxed into his arms. Nothing felt wrong about this moment, but it kept her from curling up into a ball on the floor, when all she wanted to do was pull the covers over her head and tell herself that this was just one big nightmare.

In fact, it was soothing and the thought occurred to her, that Anna had been hinting curiously about the chemistry between her and Cal.  Of course they had known each other for four years—had their ups and downs—but she and Cal had already tried to date a few times and realized that it wouldn't work with them being both business partners and lovers.

May I: Protective Hands

Gillian felt like the wind had been knocked out of her—all for several different reasons. Hearing that Ava had only a couple of days, seemed to change everything. She remembered how Ava had told her about Sophie’s father leaving, and realized that Sophie had no one.

But with her job being as demanding as it was—could she give Sophie everything that she needed? She had just moved into a new place last year, and was just barely starting to feel settled from the divorce.

I'm Still Here: Here Is Gone

The bell outside rang loudly, symbolizing the beginning of class. It hardly had fazed him when some of his students walked into the classroom, quickly taking notice of someone they had never seen before, and they definitely had questions. Whispers of wonderment had already been placed among the early morning class.

"I should let you get to your class." She signaled quietly, taking a step back towards the door, and he swore that his heart skipped a beat because she was about to step out there and reality set in that this really was his last chance to make anything of the moment. A desperate stare, he watched her take the few steps, her hand grasping the knob and he did the only thing that he could think of—he called out to her.

May I: Slow Motion

Just under two hours, she had arrived at the hospital—however, it seemed like longer. Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion. She had promised before leaving that she would catch up with Anna again and thanked her for everything.

When she got into the car, she had dug in her purse to call Loker, but found that her phone was pretty much dead. Putting her window down and turning the radio up, she drove all the way there; praying that she wouldn’t fall asleep on the way, she was appreciative that she hadn’t when she parked in the hospital parking lot.

Nanowrimo: Down to the Details

Last year, I don't think I put this much work into my Nanowrimo story. This year I started writing everything down on the computer; then on paper as nanowrimo grows closer. Convenient since when preparing the details, you'll usually find me playing the Sims 2. 

There's something about playing a roleplaying game, that gets the creative juices flowing. Just like if you're watching a movie or a TV show and something one of the characters says or acts, sparks something in you to write something new in your own way. 

Basically, I've been trying to come up with as many characters as I can, that are just as unique as the next; and it's been a lot of fun--as well as a basic outline to what I would like to see happen in the story. But usually it's not until you start writing the story that the magic really begins.

Good luck to those who are participating this year! Can't wait to share more details and thoughts as November comes along.

 See you November 1st! 

I'm Still Here: Stop and Stare

Time seemed to slow. From the moment that she had entered the classroom, she knew that things had changed. But her father hadn't changed everything. Despite that they were about to stand face to face, she turned her attention towards the door and waited. This moment wasn't any different. She had always been waiting.

I'm Still Here: Photograph

Megan sat on the edge of the hotel bed, pushing back a strand of hair from her face as she slipped on her shoes. Listening to the silence, she exhaled as a small ironic smile parted through, somehow to the fact her confidence was that of a lost princess, slipping on that glass slipper that she had always deserved to wear, but hadn't gotten the chance until now to do so.

I'm Still Here: Breaking the Ice

*I made a mistake and accidently skipped this chapter, so here it is. 


It had been a long trip. Nine hours and twenty eight minutes to be exact. They had taken off on time, but a slight storm along the way pushed them slightly off track and delayed them by almost a half an hour. But Larry and Megan didn't care. They had talked quietly, drew their love on paper, and then fell asleep against one another, not really realizing the delay until after they had gotten off the plane.

May I: The Beauty and the Tragedy

Cal sat there at his desk, leaning back with his eyes closed. He had thought numerous times, about getting in his car and scouting her down. He knew that Gillian had a GPS on her phone, and it was so tempting not to look it up and follow her.

May I: On Camera

It had become quiet after the security guards had helped Reynolds handcuff Jacob and Misty and had taken them out of the building. It was likely that Jacob would be charged fully, and Misty on a lesser charge for helping them out, but they would most likely be serving some kind of sentence. 

May I: Catching Up

As they had walked into the restaurant, Anna had been greeted with a friendly smile; by a girl who was probably no older than eighteen. Her brown hair was in two braids that had been intertwined together. She was wearing a red shirt and black slacks that matched the inside of the building.

May I: Sweet Relief

He didn’t expect her to pick up, but had called her regardless. For the most part, he was worried about whether she was okay or not. The way he had seen her the other night, could very well be in her future again.

May I: Escape Route

It couldn’t have been wise to leave the hospital a second time, but she had. The clothes in the bag had been what she had been wearing the night before. Her arm was beginning to hurt slightly, and she didn’t feel like slipping back into any of the clothes she had in the bag. Luckily for her, there had been a pair of maroon scrubs; sitting on one of the shelves in the room she had snuck into.

May I: Sharpen Up the Knives

Cal was just pouring himself a cup of coffee when Emily came into the kitchen, still dressed in her pajamas. “I slept on the couch waiting for you last night. What time did you finally get home?”


He looked at his watch and mentally counted, “Not until late. What time did you get home from that shopping trip last night?”

May I: The Other Side of the Door

Two hours ago, he had carried her into the emergency room. She had let out that heartbreaking cry again when he had picked her up out of the seat.  His voice was gentle as he had soothed her; his fingers running through her hair. She began crying again, which made the minutes seem agonizingly long—despite a minute walk through the doors.

I'm Still Here: Finding Me

Opening her eyes she reacquainted herself with her surroundings; her head still resting against his shoulder as she looked down to check her watch. She had been asleep for almost thirty five minutes. Her eyes scanned the premise, then over to Larry who was holding a newspaper in his hands, reading adamantly.

I'm Still Here: Lost Without You

By the time she got to the airport, she was mentally ready to sit down. With an hour to spare she checked in, got her ticket, checked in her suitcase and headed towards her designated gate. Pulling her phone out as she walked, she heard the departure of a plane roaring over, and her finger hovered over the number two on her phone.

May I: Going Under

“Well that was definitely the better part of my day.” Eli offered, loosening his tie as he pushed open the door to the office. They walked past the receptionist desk; Ria’s heels, clicked against the tile.

Putting her phone back to her ear, she pushed a couple buttons and then put it back to her side; disbelief on her expression. “Yeah, well we may have been one of the best couples on that dance floor—in order to get a baseline read on Donavon, but neither Lightman nor Foster are answering their phones right now.”

May I: Anything But Sweetness

Eli and Ria had stepped into a rather large looking room; golden walls and ceiling; a large, but beautiful chandelier hung above in the middle, casting light fragments and making it appear as if they had just stepped into a palace-like-setting. 

If I Haven't Yet Lost My Mind

• Planning for Nanowrimo
• Writing 'May I' 
• Writing prompts
• Writing poetry
• Keeping up a writing blog

So on and so on...

I tend to switch off between the five of these. Mostly try to keep the writing blog updated w/ blogs that will be posted at a scheduled time. I haven't quite learned how to juggle everything yet, so bear with me. 

I'm Still Here: Conclusions

When she had finally got home, she unwrapped her scarf and closed the door. Her hand went over the light on the stand. As she turned the knob the room lit up, she exhaled seeing the suitcase that she had placed there earlier that morning. Shaking her coat off, she placed her coat in the closet and walked up the stairs. It was already well past midnight now and she was well past exhausted.

I'm Still Here: Just a Thought

While I continue working on my Lie To Me story, instead of not updating the blog at all, I wanted to introduce my Numb3rs story. I began writing this story about three years ago and remember being so very passionate--and adoring the character of Megan Reeves. 


So enjoy!

May I: Beautiful Disaster

After lunch, he dropped Emily back at her car— knowing that even though there was a pile of work and a couple of cases that needed his attention, but even he knew that wasn’t going to happen until he had made sure that Gillian was okay.

May I: What It Is

“Tell me again why we’re the ones doing this?” Eli asked Ria as they walked along the side of a ride bricked building. It was nearly ten thirty and Ria was dressed in a shiny purple dress; Eli in black slacks and a white dress shirt.

Ria shrugged, rolling her eyes over to him. “Lightman said something about old acquaintances—and not to interrupt.”  

May I Ten Fold

When she woke up the next day, Gillian realized that the sun was already coming through the blinds of her office window. She checked her watch and realized that it was almost eight o’clock in the morning.

May I: Willpower

“I’m Jonathon” Introducing himself, he took another drink from his glass. “What happened to your arm?” Pointing towards the sling, he drained the rest of the liquid and set his glass down with a gentle thud.

Gillian touched her hand lightly to her face. She decided to give him the light version. “Work accident.”

Doing It In Style: Details of Nanowrimo

• Main characters

I have my main characters ready to go, which basically outlines the story. I don't really have a whole story in mind yet--and I'm pretty sure that I won't, until we can start writing in November.

• Sub characters

Going to keep adding to the sub characters as much as possible. Might not use all of them, but at least there will be plenty of choices to choose from--as well as when you have character details.

• Character details
• Setting details

And that's all I have right now. 

May I: Sleep Redux

He ate that pudding cup, because for the first time since the attack he saw her genuinely smile. A part of him didn’t want to see that bright smile go away--nor the happiness that made her glow over the sadness that was still there in her heart.

We Will Never Forget: A Tribute to September 11th

A tribute to all those who were lost on September 11, 2001. We will never forget.

May I: Dreams

She found herself running down a dark alley, kind of similar to the place she had been attacked. Except she was the one running down the alley after an unknown man, not the other way around. In fact, she knew that feeling that was in the pit of her stomach: it was the mother’s instinct kicking in fully when she saw Sophie peering over his shoulders wailing.

May I: Icing On the Cake

It was a good whole thirty minutes before Cal walked into the conference room.

She had seen him walk past earlier, but he hadn’t stopped there, but more to the side, just across from her office. She realized how curious he looked, and all she could do was shake her head and focus back on the task at hand.

May I: Contemplating the Line

So far to the point to the walls that defined him were both closed and open. His demeanor was focused, yet as he looked at her, the dams that kept in every emotion inside of him, broke open the instant he locked eyes on her.

Splitting the Focus

I admit that I haven't been the best at it-- but I'm currently splitting on my focus now writing poetry, fanfiction, and now working on coming up with an outline for Nanowrimo as well, come November. It's not the easiest thing though, not just focusing on one thing.

I'll take a long period of time on one thing and when I feel like moving on, or if there's some kind of emotional toll weighing down, I'll go back to poetry to give that emotional release and so on and so on. There are also times when I don't feel like writing at all, or have the blasted writer's block.

What about you? Do you split your focus when writing?

May I: Not Going Home

My second chapter to my Lie To Me fanfic, "May I".  This was an interesting chapter to write, and basically begins the iceberg that's slowly building up, for a number of different reasons that will follow. 


Hope you all have a nice Labor Day weekend! Be safe and do something fun :)

May I: Taking It All In

Do I have any 'Lie to Me' fans out there? I started watching this show, maybe two or three years ago and this year I decided to attempt to write a story about Dr. Cal Lightman and  Dr. Gillian Foster (two of my favorite people!!). This story takes place after the episode, "Blinded" and Gillian has to deal with the aftermath of being attacked.

Now I'm always a little wary about sharing my work. I'm not sure how often I'll put one of these in. I might end up putting a bunch of different fanfic stories that I've been working on here, as 'May I' is currently a story in the works and won't be finished for awhile. If you haven't watched this episode and are a fan...don't read this story until after you've watched the episode. If you really don't care--read on.