I have decided to try reading 101 books in a year. I know I am already a few weeks into 2013, but I work well under pressure :) I will post the full list in the side bar navigation for anyone interested.
I might post my two cents about whether the book was good or not after each one, too. Haven’t decided on that one yet.
Wish me luck!
They were talking. It wasn’t deep conversation, but it was more than they had done in the past few weeks. They talked about classes and work, about how quickly the weather changed from sunny and warm to biting wind and below zero temperatures. He would go off on some complicated philosophical theory he was learning about in class and she would tune out. She would just watch his face, watch his expressions, how he moved for his beer. He was on his third one but she new it barely touched him.
He put his beer glass down onto the table, a little louder than intended, and it made them both jump. Then he was watching her, waiting for her to say something ordinary, to keep this…charade going on.
She didn’t know what she wanted then. Was this all they had to look forward to? Sitting in a bar with their friends around them, but feeling a little awkward. Was she supposed to sweep it all under the rug? He hadn’t apologized. She doubted he even knew he did anything to her.
She had finished her own drink while he was talking. Now she spun the glass around in her hands, waiting for a revelation. He just watched her. She knew that if she sat there long enough she wouldn’t be able to stay angry. That’s just how it was; she would get upset, he would say something, almost anything, really, and she wasn’t angry anymore.
Not this time.
“I don’t want to do this,” she said, wrapping her hands around the glass she was spinning. “I’m going to, uh…head home.”
She stood then and slipped out the front door of the bar and into the cold before anyone could try to stop her. She walked to her car and he didn’t follow.
She wished he had.
He took her heart,
even if he didn’t know.
He will take it with him
wherever he might go.
She handed it over,
she didn’t put up a fight.
Looking back on it,
she can tell it wasn’t right.
He made promises
exclusively to break.
She never used to hold grudges,
but everything changes when you ache.
He broke her down,
he left her high and dry.
She doesn’t know what happened,
she tries her best not to cry.
She didn’t have a chance.
The sadness will soon have won.
Now she can’t figure out how to fix
what he doesn’t realize he has done.
Happy 121st Birthday J.R.R. Tolkien!
Under the weather, out in the cold
Looking around for someone to hold.
The wind whips through me,straight to the bone
and on these usually busy streets, I am alone.
The snow starts to fall, it looks very pretty.
The street lights throw a glow on the city.
I don’t know where exactly my feet are going.
But there is a heat in my heart that is burning.
It is aching for a place, somewhere new.
My heart is aching to be close to you.
Enjoy the holiday, all. Happy Thanksgiving!
*On the list inspiring this list.
[Inspired by This]
You guys! The lit mag is done! It came out SO well, the articles and stories are so great. I’m so excited I could cry. AHHHHHH!
Now go get it! And reblog the crap out of this post! And tell your friends in your creative writing classes, and your NaNo friends who need a creative boost, and your professors and parents and best friend and cat!!!!!!!
He wanted her arms around his waist. Standing there in the falling snow, he wanted her closer to him. He wanted to reach out and tame her flying hair behind her ear. He wanted more than this.
But she didn’t know that even though she wanted the same things. She wanted to feel his fingers brush the top of her ear; his arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. It was cold outside and she wanted his heat next to her.
They can’t tell each other the truth, though. They don’t know why, but they keep holding back. He wanted to be able to give her what she wanted and she wanted him to be the one to satisfy her dreams. She wanted him but he can’t tell. She can’t tell either.
So, instead, they walk down the sidewalk, through the snow, toward the university library. Both of them thinking about how life wasn’t fair.
I have decided this after the last few days working on my novel for NaNoWriMo. I am not going to hit the 50,000 words this time around, unless of course I can buckle down and crank out quite a few words over the next few days. My tactic lately had been to add minor characters that just kind of come in and out.
But, now I have hit a wall.
So, writing is like a maze. You walk further and further into your plot, your right hand on the wall, and you are doing so well you think you’re almost out and then BAM! You hit a dead end. You are stuck with these minor characters that really aren’t helping anything and are forced to turn around and find a different path. Right now I’m stuck at one of those dead ends and can’t figure out how to turn around.
Mostly because I have creatures that are in every other single novel like vampires and werewolves and witches and faeries. I just can’t seem to make them my own.
There were a few run on sentences up there…don’t really care right now…