I believe
in reading
alot.
So when I have a problem
I head over to the library
to see
how they handle it on the printed page.
What the characters say.

Stories Status

Working on Powers right now. Am hoping to figure out a better name and summary for it. Updates will probably be slow, it's one of my NaNoWriMos from last year and I only got two chapters in. Playing around with a couple other ideas, you can see a few teasers below.

'Oh God, this was a nightmare. It wasn’t even butterflies it was – snakes or frogs or something. She looked quickly at the clock. There were still 5 minutes left. And she still didn’t know what she was doing.'

'Sara is terrible at forgiveness. It’s not so much that she can’t let go of the anger – she has to fight to feel it to start with – but that she can’t forget hurts. And the thing is, there’s no point in asking someone to forgive and forget, you need one for the other.'

'The thing is it’s not exactly the two guys bonding over the girl that got away. That’s what it would be in the movies: the leading man whisks away the lady, leaving the two rejects to smile painfully and lift their glasses to her smile. It’s not moving on to a bar as soon as the wedding ends and drinking themselves into a stupor, all the while trading hilariously pathetic banter. And no it’s not (god it’s not) the two broken-hearts turning to each other for comfort.'

'This is the problem with beautiful Sunday mornings: they are not made for any kind of decision making.

Amina lies spread out over the grass, arms folded under her head. Her eyes are closed and she is enjoying the feel of sunlight warming her skin. Her mind is as empty as she can make it: nothing but the feel of the sun, and the breeze that does not tickle her quite enough to prompt any sort of movement. '

'Aisha walks arm in arm with a man in a flower suit. He is talking to her and she is listening with an expression of polite interest on her face.

“So I told her why you can’t treat the moon that way! How would you like being told you were a much duller version of your sister?!”'

'Marie knew daddy was still here. No one would believe her – mommy and Sarah and Bill kept trying to explain he was dead. Marie kept trying to explain that didn’t mean he was gone but no one would listen.'

'When Chris is a few months old his mother leaves him in the care of a babysitter. After she comes back from her party and pays the girl she checks on him, upstairs in his crib sleeping. What she sees is another boy, not her child and she screams. He wakes up and suddenly he’s Chris again and his mother soothes his cries and concludes she must have just imagined the foreign boy in her baby’s bed.'