Thursday throw out!

Welcome all to the Thursday throw out! I have been trying to focus on my writhing more this week. I found a new light in an old project that I have not touched in a while. i guess with as slow as sales have been on Muse I figure if I am ever to get a fan base built I was going to have to keep producing material.

The holidays are fast approaching, and i wanted to do something special. I think I may write a short story and post it especially for those who visit my blog on Christmas day (since it is on a Thursday after all) So I guess I better get to work :). Here is a piece of the old project I was writing on this week, hope you enjoy.

Concept


I pace in front of the emergency room doors, puffing on a cigarette, given to me by a passerby who said I looked like I needed one.  I quit smoking  twenty years ago, and my lungs ache from the strain I am putting them under.  I hold my cell pressed against my ear as I cross the sidewalk. Back and forth.  Back and forth.  The muszak from the lawyer help line I called , is loudly buzzing in my brain.

“Hello, Mr. James?” A groggy voice scratches through the line.

“Yes, hello. I am calling on behalf of my son, Bradly. He is underage. We were wondering how we go about obtaining custody of a newborn. The parents of the mother are making them give the child up for…. Hello?” The phone line goes dead, and I pull it from my ear to stare daggers at the screen.  “Just great.” I grumble, flipping my ancient phone shut and shove it back in my pocket.
*****

Its not much, but what can I say I always was a tease ;) Please come back next week :)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Downward spiral throw out.

A word of advice. Never become a writer. Why? Well, I will tell you. Eventually, you start to believe your own bullshit.  Delude yourself into seeing things that aren't there. You are convinced at first that situations are innocent, then your friends say they are not, and you believe them. Just trust your instincts. Fairy tales are just that. Never going to happen. Especially not to me. So I open my mouth, loaded with misconceived information, that I didn't want to believe to begin with, and now I am pretty sure I fucked something up that could have pretty awesome. Ugg, I should be used to this by now, but I guess it never gets easier. I have deleted two posts this week, which I never do. I over stepped, caught up in a moment of irrationality, that I should have been smart enough to avoid. My apologies world, for not being better than my illness. Not this time. -------->BATSHIT
Read more

With a little help from my friends Thursday throw out

So I was given a some constructive criticism from a beta who's opinion I value greatly. She was not a fan of my original prologue for one of my books. I redid it with the suggestions she gave me. After several drafts, trying out different concepts, I finally had something I thought was acceptable. Unfortunately, I am still in love with my first idea. This is where you come in! Tonight I am posting both prologues for said book. I want to put it to a vote. If you could please read both versions posted below. Then, either leave the coinciding letter in the comments below or on the Facebook post that brought you to this page. You may also leave any comments or critique you may have below. The comments are not published unless I approve them, so if you would rather them not be visible please specify. Here We GO!!!!! A Two years prior             I climb into the limousine that the funeral home provides for the grieving fami...
Read more

Every picture tells a story

So I have had time to process the suggestions given by my Beta and I have now organized them in such a way the my brain can process. 1. revamp prologue it sucks..well at least reword and add to it 2. Decide weather or not you want to take out things that personalize it to me...how much of myself do i want to leave on paper. 3. re-evaluate the refrences 4. it needs more muchness 5. suck it up..you can do this So here I sit staring at the picture that my daughter drew me, the back of which, where the first words of muse were laid out on paper.  It took me only a few seconds for this picture to inspire my story. Maybe if i stare at it long enough it will tell me how to proceed.
Read more