April 29, 2012

I am, of course, very behind in this packet.  I ended up, not on purpose, leaving the longest books to read for this packet.  So, my fiction is just sort of floating around in my head for the most part right now.  But I did just write two chapters, which really only amounts for four pages.  My advisor said he like how my chapters are more like vignettes.  They are just small fragments of someone's thoughts or a view of a scene.  Sometimes the scene continues to the next chapter but is being told from a different character's point of view.  I think I like it this way.  Anyways, I will give a small excerpt from each chapter.

Here is the first:

She placed her hand on the box in her drawer and curled her aging fingers around it.  It was like a miniature coffin, the buried remains of the living.  She opened it and pulled out the folded cloth.  While unraveling the cloth, Jean was unraveling the past, and at the center was the delicate artifact, an object that held love and pain and regret.  And, of course, secrets.

Here is the next:

I crawl onto my bed, not bothering to cover myself with the blanket, even though I am cold.  I close my eyes and wait for my mother.

            She will come for me.  She has probably been waiting all these years.  She will hold me and

 soothe me.  Or maybe she will take my skull and crush it.  She will use pewter and decimate it into

dust because she is the only one who knows the relief it will bring

April 23, 2012

Okay, first, I have the new format that google did with their blogger accounts.  WHY does everyone always have to change everything?  They think they are making it better, but they are really just pissing everyone off!  Anyways,  I really thought this last packet was a bust overall, but apparently, my advisor thought otherwise!  He said it was my best packet so far, and that I have had a really successful semester!  So, I thought I would share one of his favorite parts from the packet:

When she handed him the paper, her fingers lingered on it even after he started to take it from her.  He was suddenly very aware of this piece of paper that connected her body to his, this thin, tangible material that held them together just for one brief moment. 

April 18

This packet was difficult. I did not feel inspired. Too many personal issues got in the way...and near the due date was when my cat got loose, got into a fight with the neighbor, police came, Laney cried, softball practice didn't go well, and I had to due online tutoring. Bad day. Bad timing. So, I just hope I got some good stuff out of this packet...but I don't expect too much to be salvaged. Here is one piece:

She had pasted a smile on her face. They knew it was fake, the residue of the paste showing at the corners of her lips. It scared them to be so close to her emotional death, so they didn’t come back. And she didn’t care.

And here is another one...since I did not keep up with the blog as I was writing:


He would never presume the opportunity to cross the instructor-student boundary, so he never dared talk to her, but he always stared. And then he took the image home with him. It felt
like an intrusion. A snapshot stolen from someone else’s photo album. A painting taken from someone else’s wall. But, he took the image anyway. And now the image was flesh, right in front of him, within reach. He imagined touching it. He imagined that it felt soft.

April 5, 2012

I received the feedback from my last packet...WHOO-HOO! The feedback was very positive! My advisor said things like, "lovely," a scene was "terrifically drawn," there are "moments of quiet beauty," and "this is imaginative writing." WOW...finally something to go on here. Hope I can keep it up! So, I had not written much over the past week because I was working on my reading and critical writing, but last night I literally climbed out of bed because the words were pouring out of me. I wrote a chapter where Emma has another dream about Karley. Here is a small glimpse:

I wonder how long he will wait before he gives in. Before his hands abandon the safety of exposed skin and explore the secret crevices of my innocence. Before he peels away the layer of cloak that covers my virginity. I wonder how long I will wait for him to stop waiting.