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