Posts tagged: story
Eh. I don’t hate it, but I’m not in love with it. Regardless, I like the rest of the story and I will be turning it to class on Thursday.
Why not, Tuesday? Some might ask.
(No one probably) It is a Tuesday, Thursday class. Well. It’s 15 and a half pages single-spaced so I think the class would appreciate the weekend to read and digest it. (Hopefully enjoy it).
I still owe you folks pictures from ATL and Louisiana. Will do! Soon.
Have a great day!
I’ve finally finished my story for class. First draft. I won’t have time to really go through and edit and create a real second draft, but it’ll do. I have time to edit things I’ve been dying to fix and bypassed so I could just finish the darn thing. I need a title. I’m thinking about Making Life Suck Less. I’ll probably hate it tomorrow. I’m also on the fence about the ending, but I’m happy that I finally have an ending to hate.
So in honor of
pretty good writing, I’d like to share with you all that I finally started a story to share with the class on Sunday and I worked on it some more today. I read over it and actually still like it! What do you know? Is there a full moon tonight or some other phenomenon? So I’m enjoying this process. Other accomplishments: one load of laundry done! Time to go to the library and stop procrastinating on this other assignment. I wish all homework were as fun as it is for creative writing.
Be productive and blessed!
I’ve been afraid to write lately.
I have no idea why. I think I just want to write well and not have a million errors or thoughts that make everything I write seem wrong. I also want to be able to finish the story…
And I’m like, “I wanna write!”
I read the story I was supposed to be working on and it was good. I just kind a, sorta forgot where I was going with it.
I have to get back in the groove especially since I’m writing from a guy’s point of view.
Day 1 = 0
Day 2 = 765
(Yes, I just started at midnight. I expect that number to grow later on today. Now, time for bed. Class in the morning!)
Goodnight, beautiful people.
P.S. Clearly, as of now, I’m doing a no-pressure NaNoWriMo Novel lol.
With my writing I mean. :)
I definitely have 3 or so book ideas, I just need to commit and write.
I have to finish this one book I started years ago. Thinking about it today, I realized that I had to start over with the same idea and write about the essential part of the story; a part that I originally left out and was going to go back and add it. But with the title of the story, Seeking His Face, I realized I need to focus more on the character doing just that. Her life and details are important, but I need to focus more on the journey!!! I have a lot of journey ideas for books, but God willing I can make them each different and special. :) God definitely gave me Seeking His Face and I know that I cannot go on until I complete this book.
So, Lord take over!
I shall start tomorrow. :) Pray for me!!!
I knew today was not a good day to go to Wal-Mart. Now I’m standing in line with some fool pointing a gun between me and the cashier. Julius just had to get this videogame today. I told him to wait; plus I was still in my bed when he called. I got out of bed for this?
Julius grabbed my hand as soon as masked man pulled his gun. When he did that, I got the feeling that something bad was going to happen to us. My feelings are rarely wrong. My grandma calls it a gift. All the women in my family have it. It’s like intuition on steroids. You just absolutely know.
I squeezed Julius’s hand. The masked man screamed, “Don’t move,” and continued to wave the gun between me and the cashier. He demanded the money be put in a giant, black garbage bag he pulled out his back pocket.
I felt Julius pull me back. I dug my heels into my sneakers and kept my feet stationery.
“Don’t,” I whispered to Julius without taking my eyes off the man. But of course, Julius didn’t listened. He never listened to anybody.
“Relax,” he said as he pulled me behind him and stepped forward.
The man pointed the gun at Julius. I caught my breath. He better not die.
Julius held up his hand. “I can’t have you pointing your gun at my girl.”
“Well aren’t you Mr. Chivalrous?” the man replied. “Don’t try anything.”
I tried not to roll my eyes. If we don’t get shot, I’m beating Julius’s behind!
Julius didn’t respond and the cashier was putting the money in the bag as fast as she could. I wondered where the security guard that was breathing down my neck earlier was. He was following me around like I was going to steal everything I had in my cart. I can afford basketball shorts and Gatorade. I wanted to tell him to go look for someone who might actually be stealing something.
Just then, the too-serious security guard appeared. I heard struggles at the other registers. The masked man was not alone and neither was the security guard.
The masked man turned to investigate the noises of struggle with his gun held high in the air. The security guard tried to snatch the gun, but failed. The masked man pulled the gun back towards us. His tightened grip caused him to pull the trigger. Julius was shot in the chest. My heart stopped and we both fell backward. There were screams and panic broke out. I couldn’t breathe. I landed on my butt and sort of caught Julius; his head lied in my lap. He was gasping for air as well. I realized I was having an asthma attack. I searched for my inhaler. I heard sirens. Police officers stormed into Wal-Mart. Before we both stopped breathing, I realized I left my inhaler in the car.