Beyond the Blank Page

My Journey to Telling the Untold

Works of Fiction: Chapter Four

Jade and Abbie walked into a house about the size of her own, with only a couple handfuls of people inside. This was the party? Jade hadn’t ever been to a real party, but she somehow expected so much more than this. She doubted she would have much fun here. That is, until she saw a friend of hers sitting in the living room. She’d been friends with him for a few years, but she’d had sort of a thing for him for a while and thought that it might be mutual.

She smiled to herself and walked over, “Hey, Tristan,” she grinned at him, “How goes it? Didn’t know you’d be here.”

He looked up and smiled back at her, “Hey you. I didn’t know you were coming, either. Good to see you.” He stood up and hugged her and a sense of happiness flooded her. She was tired of being lonely and maybe tonight that would finally change.

He motioned for her to sit beside him and she obeyed. He threw his arm around her shoulder and she squealed inside. So this was what throwing caution to the wind felt like. She decided that she quite liked it. Maybe this was her scene, after all. Maybe this was where she would finally feel like she belonged.

Tristan stood and looked down at her, “You want something to drink, cutie?”

Jade flushed and started to shake her head before changing her mind, “Sure. Whatever you’re having, please.”

He nodded at her and headed off toward the kitchen. So she wasn’t a partier and had never been a drinker. She wasn’t worried about it. Sure, she had had it instilled in her since a young age to avoid such things, but look where that had gotten her. It was time for a change.

When he returned he handed her a tall can and she simply stared at it for a moment. She looked over at him open his and take a drink, and simply watched him for a moment before opening her own and taking a sip. It didn’t taste all that great, but she knew she would enjoy the end results. Besides, she didn’t want to be rude and waste it.

Not long after, everyone decided to go out for a walk. She had had a couple more drinks by now and was feeling it a little bit. She felt good. As they walked, Tristan let his hand drape lazily over her shoulder and excitement went through her like a current. They stopped for a few minutes and all sat down on the pavement. They got to talking about playing songs on the guitar and someone told Tristan that he should learn “Hey There Delilah” to impress the ladies. When his response was, “But I don’t need to. I already have her,” and smiled at Jade, her heart fluttered. She wasn’t entirely sure what it meant for them, but it made her happy.

That night Jade had her first kiss with Tristan and it was electric. She had liked him for a long time, but had felt somewhat guilty about it seeing as she had once dated his friend. It was okay to like him now, though, she reminded herself. Maybe this was their time.

She went home the next morning feeling butterflies in her stomach. She had Tristan now, or so she thought. She was so glad to be rid of the loneliness that the thought that this might not be something real never even crossed her mind. The fact that when she and Tristan had once sort of given it a go became a failure by the end of the very same day didn’t touch the edge of her consciousness. She needed something to grab onto, and this was it. At least for now.

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Works of Fiction: FANTAStically Inspired

Reading a wonderful fantasy post written by a friend on Facebook has put me in the mood to write something. Not later, though. Now. Granted, it won’t be a very long piece of work seeing as it’s almost 10:30pm, but it’ll get my creative juices flowing! So, here goes!

She stared off as the waves crashed, wondering when she would ever see her home again. Or rather, IF she would ever see her home again. This island was beautiful, but it just wasn’t enough to soothe the homesickness she felt in her heart. She wanted desperately to know why her parents abruptly woke her up and shipped her to this place, far away from home, without them. She didn’t know a single person here. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Her godparents lived here, but she had only met them once – when she was a toddler. Despite having family of sorts here, she had never felt so entirely alone in her life.

She sighed loudly and began to turn around, but something she saw out of the corner of her eye stopped her. What was that moving in the water? A log? No, it was far too large for that. A boat? No, definitely not. Gears in her mind began spinning as she tried to figure out what it was, and why she was so totally drawn to it. She lifted her hand to shield the sun and leaned forward to get a better look. She decided it would be much easier to go ahead and walk down to the shoreline, though, and so she set off. It was only about a five minute walk, all downhill, but she had this fear that whatever it was would be gone by the time she got there. She walked as fast as she could, and found her fears not without merit.

She leaned down, hands on her knees and breathing heavily from moving so fast, frustration on her face. She should have moved faster, but it was too late now. Whatever it was had disappeared and she feared she may never see it again. A moment later, though, as she was thinking about the trek home, she heard a splashing noise somewhere off to her left.

Well, I’m not entirely sure where it goes from here. Trying to work on a friend’s advice to keep this from developing into a full length story (I really need to learn how to do short stories). So for now this story is TO BE CONTINUED! 🙂

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Write Your World: Preparing for Camp

Now, looking at that title, you are all probably getting the wrong idea. No, I’m not going away to camp this summer (although that would be a lot of fun!). I am, however, virtually going to camp for Camp NaNoWriMo’s July session. Essentially the same thing as November’s session, Camp NaNo lets me set my own writing goal for the month of July. My plan as of now is to write about 45,000 words, not much less than the November session, to finish off the story I started last summer. As it is sitting at around 6,000 words, I figure 45,000 will get me to the finish line – of the story AND of Camp NaNo.

In the past, I haven’t done much in the way of planning for NaNoWriMo. I’ve had a general idea of what my story would be and that was all I had. I’ve never been much for plotting or planning, but this year I decided to try it. Well, as of right now, I attempted to plan the novel I thought I would be writing. Then I decided to go back and work on last years Camp NaNovel, Children of the Prophecy (available to read here: http://figment.com/books/656488-Children-of-the-Prophecy) and..well…now I’m back to not much of an outline. I’d like to say that between now and July 1st I will suddenly have a perfectly manicured outline, but it will most likely be a mess and full of plot holes. But hey, that’s what rewrites are for, right?

So, how am I preparing otherwise? Well, unlike NaNo in November, I’m unable to go get discounted Halloween candy to sustain my writer cravings, but I AM able to get yummy fruits that are actually in season. Considering my attempts to be healthier, this is probably a good thing. Tea and coffee will be on hand, of course, although with coffee making me sick lately, tea will most likely be my hot drink of choice. S’mores will possibly make an appearance, though, as it is camp and you can’t have camp without S’mores! An endless supply of music in all genres is a must to get my writing mood going. Besides those things, books to keep my creative juices flowing will surround me. And of course activities to do to reward myself for making my daily word goals.

Well, despite not being any closer to a finished outline, I feel much more prepared now that I took the time to think about what all I need, and just how close July is! On that note, I should probably get to thinking some on my plot. Thanks for reading!

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Works of Fiction: Chapter 3

As she sat alone in her room, tears began to well up in Jade’s eyes. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but she knew it was painful. Her mom was so needlessly worried about her, but then again, was she sure that her mom’s concerns were unfounded? Even though her dad moving out was a relief, could she honestly say that it didn’t sometimes hurt her to know that she came from a broken family?

And then there was the fear that liked to tickle the edge of her mind, the one where she ended up alone forever. Or the one where, if she ever did find someone, it would never work. She never expected her parents to divorce, and they did, so how could she be sure that the same thing wouldn’t happen to her?

She began to get lost in this thought when a tap came on her window. She looked out and saw her friend Abbie staring back at her, a huge smile on her face. She walked to the window and quietly pushed it up. She couldn’t help but wonder what her friend had up her sleeve.

“Hey, Jade,” Abbie winked at her, “Got any plans tonight? I didn’t think so. Why don’t you come hit up a rockin party with me? Sounds good? Awesome, let’s go!”

As Jade shook her head, hesitant to sneak out, Abbie motioned for her to come outside. It was hard to say no to Abbie, and the truth was, a party did sound like fun. Jade could use a distraction to get these silly thoughts out of her head. Finally she nodded and slowly climbed out her window, being sure to not make a noise.

Once out, she carefully slid the window almost all of the way shut, and then skipped off arm in arm with her friend. They both giggled as they headed to her car parked down the street. Jade was glad she had agreed to go along, and she couldn’t help but grin over at her friend.

They clambered into the car and pumped the radio up as they drove off. Jade didn’t plan to do anything bad, just to get out and away from the normal routine of life. She wasn’t a partier by nature, and she didn’t think that was about to change. The only reason she didn’t simply tell her mom was because she would worry for no reason, she told herself. But as they drove off, she couldn’t help but feel in the back of her mind that things were about to become very different. And she was right.

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Works of Fiction: Chapter Two

Well, almost a year later, here is the next chapter! I didn’t spend a ton of time thinking on it. I just let my imagination/memories/emotions and God guide my writing. I hope you enjoy!

 

As she walked up her drive, Jade noticed a raven circling above head. Crows and the like weren’t uncommon around here, but usually they weren’t found in her neck of the woods. She had never seen one behaving like this anywhere in town, though, and she was fascinated. She stared up at it as it continued circling, almost seeming like it was gazing down at her. She stood, glued in place, until her mom peeked out the door and, glancing up and then back at her asked, “Jade? Honey, what are you doing out here? Come inside, Sweetie.”

Shaken from her distraction, Jade looked up at her mom and gave her a half grin, “Oh, hey Mom. Just uh…watching this bird. It’s acting kind of weird.”

Her mom looked up again in the direction of the raven before staring at her daughter, “What bird, Jade? There’s no bird. There’s nothing there.”

Jade drew her gaze from the raven for an instance to look at her mom, “THAT bird, the one right up-” she pointed up, but when she looked back to where the bird had been circling just seconds ago, there was nothing there. She looked back at her mom again, confused. Her mom wore a worried expression, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she simply motioned for Jade to come in and wrapped her arm around her daughter as they walked inside together.

Once they were inside and both sitting at the dining room table, her mom drew in a deep breath before speaking, “Honey..are you okay? I’m worried about you. There wasn’t anything out there and, well, even though you never say anything I know that you still feel hurt over everything that has happened.”

“Look, Mom,” Jade began, “I love you for caring, but I’m fine. I don’t know why you didn’t see the bird. It was there I promise. I’m not seeing things. I’m not crazy! And as far as everything that has happened, you know that I’m just fine. You know that I’m glad about it all. It had to happen. Don’t worry so much, okay?”

Her mom simply nodded, looking slightly defeated. Her mom knew that she was relieved that she and her father had parted ways, but she also knew that it could be hard on her daughter. When Jade was younger, her father had promised her that they would never divorce. Jade still thought about that moment, and even though she was relieved that they had split, she still felt sadness in knowing that her dad had broken his promise.

“Really, Mom, I’m good,” Jade faked a smile, “I’m going to go read some. Good night.” She planted a quick kiss on her mother’s cheek and scurried off into the other room. Her mom simply sighed, knowing that eventually everything would come flooding out of her daughter, and dreading that day with every bone in her body.

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Write Your World: Accountability

As of Wednesday night I have an accountability partner for my writing. As of today, I already failed on my first two days! However, I have decided on a plan of action to fix this and make up for it. My friend, Bryanna, and I agreed to each write for 10 minutes each night before bed and then check in with each other on Tuesday morning at our Bible Study. Well, I can’t go back and fix that I missed the first two nights, but I can still come out with the same amount of time spent writing. It comes to one hour spent writing, so I will just have to push myself a little bit more on the other days! I’m still determined to have spent, at the very least, one hour writing by the time Tuesday morning gets here. And that’s with a full schedule that includes my usually elusive big brother coming to town for the weekend! [insert little sister cheering here]

I’m not usually a fan of accountability partners for the obvious reasons – they make you actually do the work you said you would do. I’ve reached a point in my life, however, where I desire to have people helping hold me accountable because I desperately want to succeed in multiple areas of my life. Writing is just one of many areas I have struggled in over the years, but no more! I’m not a victim, I’m not without talent, I’m not a failure. I am powerful! I have a gift! I will succeed! And as if a sign that I am in fact supposed to have accountability in my life, I have just gained yet another accountability partner in my writing! We have both agreed that, on top of the daily quota for NaNo, we will write an extra 350 words. 350 words probably doesn’t seem like much alone, but when you figure that it is on top of the 1667+ daily words to reach the end goal of a full 50,000 word novel, it suddenly seems like much more! Granted, Camp NaNo next month lets you set your own word goal and therefore might be less than 50,000, but even if I only do 30,000 it will still be a lot of work!

As for accountability outside of my writing, there is eating healthy/working out, as well as my spiritual walk. For the first part, my mom and I living together provides bulit in accountability. I have also noticed a lot of my facebook friends going healthy lately, which is super helpful! Friendly competition is sometimes just the motivation needed.

When it comes to my spiritual walk, there is built in accountability in the Father. I am also blessed with multiple Bible studies, college group, church, a plethora of devoted Christian friends and family, etc.

Now that I’ve spent fourteen minutes rambling about accountability, I shall move on and work a little on some fiction before doing some house cleaning. I should be at fifteen minutes by the time I hit “Publish” and therefore down to 45 minutes before I reach my writing goal!

Happy Writing/Painting/Drawing/Singing/Whatever creativity strikes you!

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