I really hate to do this, but I won't be able to post anything for about 2 weeks. Something has come up and is needing all of my attention. So, I will not be able to sit and really write until this has been taken care of. So, mark your calendars and come back in two weeks for the real start!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Note from The Novelist-Change in direction
I have decided that what I have posted so far will be the prologue. I have been working on how to bring you back to the story before this accident happened and it isn't working very well. So I will start from the beginning (for now). Maybe when I have more experience I will be able to go back and forth in time, and like I said, the story will be reworked as I go along. Just be patient with me.
Also, I will be posting much more often. You won't have to wait so long to read what is coming next. I have just been a little busy. Actually a lot busy!
Also, I will be posting much more often. You won't have to wait so long to read what is coming next. I have just been a little busy. Actually a lot busy!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Prologue Page 2 revised
Meg could feel the man gently rub her back as if to let her know that he would protect her. She seemed to relax with his touch and tried to concentrate long enough to figure out what was happening around her.
The ambulance arrived and as the EMT’s rushed towards Meg,
the man caring for her leaned down near her face and whispered in her ear.
“You must heal.”
That was it. Nothing more. He seemed to vanish into thin air.
“Strange” Meg thought to herself. She tried hard to concentrate on staying awake.
A flashlight was shined in her eyes and made her sick.
“She is running a fever, but the rest of her vitals are stable....”
The light dimmed and Meg drifted off.
“A female approximately 16 years of age with no identification was found injured in the public restrooms at a rest stop along Interstate 84 this morning. Sheriff deputies are asking for your help in the case. They are considering her a possible kidnapping or runaway. If you have any information please contact the Multnomah county Sheriffs office. No word yet on what her injuries are.”
Meg opened her eyes as she heard the tv in the background. “Ow” she moaned as she raised her hand to touch the area above her ear. She felt the bandages. Her hand traced the contours of her face and she felt her broken nose, swollen eyebrow and lip and the gash across her check. When she glanced down her arms were full of scrapes and bruises. Her back ached and with each breath her ribs protested.
“Welcome back!” came an over enthusiatic exclamation from the short, round, red headed nurse.
Meg hadn’t noticed her in the room and glanced her direction. She attempted a weak smile, but felt too groggy to respond.
“Your food tray is right here. Let me help you sit up so you can eat.” said the nurse as she wheeled the tray towards Meg.
“You really should get something in your stomach. It’s a little bland though, we don’t want to shock your system too fast.”
Meg followed along without protest. After the food was in front of her and the nurse left the room, Meg lay her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes.
“What is happening?” she thought. She could feel a surge of panic rise in her chest when she realized that she had absolutely no idea.
The ambulance arrived and as the EMT’s rushed towards Meg,
the man caring for her leaned down near her face and whispered in her ear.
“You must heal.”
That was it. Nothing more. He seemed to vanish into thin air.
“Strange” Meg thought to herself. She tried hard to concentrate on staying awake.
A flashlight was shined in her eyes and made her sick.
“She is running a fever, but the rest of her vitals are stable....”
The light dimmed and Meg drifted off.
“A female approximately 16 years of age with no identification was found injured in the public restrooms at a rest stop along Interstate 84 this morning. Sheriff deputies are asking for your help in the case. They are considering her a possible kidnapping or runaway. If you have any information please contact the Multnomah county Sheriffs office. No word yet on what her injuries are.”
Meg opened her eyes as she heard the tv in the background. “Ow” she moaned as she raised her hand to touch the area above her ear. She felt the bandages. Her hand traced the contours of her face and she felt her broken nose, swollen eyebrow and lip and the gash across her check. When she glanced down her arms were full of scrapes and bruises. Her back ached and with each breath her ribs protested.
“Welcome back!” came an over enthusiatic exclamation from the short, round, red headed nurse.
Meg hadn’t noticed her in the room and glanced her direction. She attempted a weak smile, but felt too groggy to respond.
“Your food tray is right here. Let me help you sit up so you can eat.” said the nurse as she wheeled the tray towards Meg.
“You really should get something in your stomach. It’s a little bland though, we don’t want to shock your system too fast.”
Meg followed along without protest. After the food was in front of her and the nurse left the room, Meg lay her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes.
“What is happening?” she thought. She could feel a surge of panic rise in her chest when she realized that she had absolutely no idea.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Prologue page 1
With dried blood matted in the hair over her ear and across her brow, Meg rested her cheek against the cool porcelain of the dirty public restroom toilet. The coolness brought little relief to the fire that was burning through her. She had never thrown up so much in her life and felt sure that if she continued her stomach would soon be floating in the toilet bowl.
The thought of where she was sitting and what her face was touching made it worse.
Her head spun like a merry go round that never stopped and she couldn’t remember how she ended up in this condition. Memories would come back to her in brief glimpses, but she couldn’t piece it all together or make sense of it.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Loud thundering noises pounded and echoed through the metal door and walls of the bathroom.
Bang! Bang! Bang! With each sound her head split and stomach heaved.
Meg heard someone calling, but couldn’t process what they were saying. She had neither the will nor the strength to make a response. Suddenly a thunderous crash burst towards her and the bright light streamed in to find her hunched over the toilet.
“Oh! There is someone in there.” A female said with a Hispanic accent.
“Miss! Miss! Are you all right!” The husky male voice was frantic and filled with concern.
Meg could hear voices all around her full of confusion, concern and questions. “Make it stop” was all she could think. The noise hurt so much. Someone had called out for 911.
“I don’t want to hurt you, I‘m going to wrap my jacket around your shoulders.” the husky voice spoke softly to her. She could hear the panic in his voice as he gave instructions to those around him. As she felt the warmth coming from his jacket she realized that she had little clothing on.
“We don’t want to scare her, back away and give us room.” the man continued. He seemed to take on a fatherly concern for Meg, wanting to comfort and sooth her until help arrived.
The thought of where she was sitting and what her face was touching made it worse.
Her head spun like a merry go round that never stopped and she couldn’t remember how she ended up in this condition. Memories would come back to her in brief glimpses, but she couldn’t piece it all together or make sense of it.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Loud thundering noises pounded and echoed through the metal door and walls of the bathroom.
Bang! Bang! Bang! With each sound her head split and stomach heaved.
Meg heard someone calling, but couldn’t process what they were saying. She had neither the will nor the strength to make a response. Suddenly a thunderous crash burst towards her and the bright light streamed in to find her hunched over the toilet.
“Oh! There is someone in there.” A female said with a Hispanic accent.
“Miss! Miss! Are you all right!” The husky male voice was frantic and filled with concern.
Meg could hear voices all around her full of confusion, concern and questions. “Make it stop” was all she could think. The noise hurt so much. Someone had called out for 911.
“I don’t want to hurt you, I‘m going to wrap my jacket around your shoulders.” the husky voice spoke softly to her. She could hear the panic in his voice as he gave instructions to those around him. As she felt the warmth coming from his jacket she realized that she had little clothing on.
“We don’t want to scare her, back away and give us room.” the man continued. He seemed to take on a fatherly concern for Meg, wanting to comfort and sooth her until help arrived.
Getting Started
I've wondered what it is like to write a novel. It seems an impossible dream to write one let alone get it published. So, I will expose myself to critique of the best kind.....the readers. This is going to be an experimental journey. I have very little experience, but I hope to grow into a respectable writer with the practice. Here's how it will happen....
Twice a week and sometimes more a page or two of the novel will be posted. Suggestions will be taken, changes to previous posts will be made, but a novel will be created.
Hopefully you will be entertained!
Twice a week and sometimes more a page or two of the novel will be posted. Suggestions will be taken, changes to previous posts will be made, but a novel will be created.
Hopefully you will be entertained!
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