Saturday, October 31, 2009

I really shouldn't do this, but......

I am going to post another snippet from the book. The scene is fairly self explanatory.

As they rounded the corner Meg slowed a bit to take in her surroundings. She gazed up at the roof lines of the old buildings. Walking along the road she loved the feel of bumpy cobble stones beneath her feet and took a deep breath trying to memorize the smell of the air which held warm bread, coffee and history.

Her eye caught something reflected in one of the windows. She glanced in the direction but as she did whatever is was moved out of sight very quickly.

“Did you see that?” she whispered to Anna.

“What are you talking about?”

“Never mind, it was nothing.” She said to Anna with a nonchalant look on her face.

“I must be spooking myself around all of the old buildings with their ghosts and all.” She giggled to herself.

They made their way back to the hotel in time for dinner. Meg tried very hard to hide her excitement for the day to be over.

“Tomorrow is Stonehenge” she whispered with a crooked smile.

“Did you say something?” Anna looked at Meg

“No, just mumbling.”

The air was warm and moist and smelled of moss and grass. Meg followed the group as they made their way towards the massive stones. The area was unusually crowded because of the Summer Soltice, but it was an opportune time to visit, as the fences surrounding Stonehenge come down and you are allowed to walk amongst and even touch the stones themselves.

“This is Stonehenge.” Meg thought as she stood near the towering stone in front of her. She reached out to touch the moss that covered the stone and felt a tingling sensation up and down her back. Her arms were covered in goosebumps and the hair at the base of her neck felt prickly.

She noticed something out of the corner of her eye again and when she looked, it had moved out of her line of sight before she could really see anything. Meg started to feel like she was either seeing things, or someone was following her. She laughed at the thought.

Turning to find Anna and the other two in her group Meg saw Ashley pointing towards her and talking to her friends.

“Here we are in a world of history and they only want to point out the errors of my outfit.” Meg said as Anna walked up to her.

“Actually my paranoid friend, she isn’t pointing at you.”

“Spare my feelings Anna, I know when I'm the target. And I am not paranoid!”

“You need glasses then, because they aren’t looking at you, just in your direction. And it's your own fault that I think you are paranoid, because you’re always looking over your shoulder and jumping around like someone is going to grab you.”

Meg had to laugh at Anna’s comments. It was true. As long as she could remember she had often thought someone or something was watching her. She would try and get her friend to see the things she saw out of the corner of her eye, but it was always too late. There was never anything to see by the time Anna looked.

Meg looked at Ashley and her friends and realized that Anna was right. Ashley had been pointing to the ground near her feet.

When Meg glanced around the ground she didn’t notice anything. She looked up again at Ashley’s group who still seemed fascinated by something. Meg looked around once more when she noticed something glowing in the sunlight. As she looked closely it looked like a piece of amber coming through the dirt. Meg quickly glanced back at Ashley and her group and saw that they had turned their attention to a group of boys. “Typical” she snorted. Crouching down, Meg brushed aside the dirt and picked up the small piece of rock. Turning it over in her hands she saw that it was smooth and nearly perfectly shaped.

Thinking she should put the stone back where she found it, Meg reached out to put it back. Something inside her made her stop. She glanced at the stone again then slipped it into her coat pocket. ‘What am I doing?” she thought. “Everyone knows that you should never remove things from any sort of monument.” Even with that guilty thought in her head, Meg felt a sense of belonging. She would carry with her a piece of Stonehenge and would be able to touch it any time she wanted. With a grin on her face she walked toward Anna.

“What has gotten into you? You look like you just heard the greatest secret in the world.” Anna whispered to Meg.

“Oh, nothing. I just love it here.” Meg replied with an innocent look on her face. “I think it is because of all the stories my dad used to tell me as a kid. It just reminds me of him!”

“Well you can reminisce later, I have something to show you!” Anna squealed as she tugged on Meg’s arm to follow her. “You are going to love this!”

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Sometimes there are so many ideas swirling around in my head that I can't keep up! So what do I do? Well, not write, if that was what you were thinking. No, I don't put it to good use at all. That would be too noble.

Instead, I pick up a book and start reading. My husband has decided that a book is now just a natural appendage on my arm. He rarely ever sees me without one. I tend to lose myself daily in the words of other people.

Every time I try to stop reading I hear about another book that I "must read".....*sigh*


That is what I need. FOCUS!!! A novel thought! (pun intended if you caught it!)

The rest of this week I will work on focusing my thoughts and ideas and getting them into written form.

Maybe at the end of the week I will give you a sneak peek!

Friday, October 23, 2009

It is harder than you think...

I have learned through my little experiment at writing that it is much harder to do than you would think. Well at least harder than "I" thought it would be. You are probably smart enough to already have an inkling that sitting down to write a novel is exhausting, challenging and can keep you up at night.

The hardest thing for me is incorporating the dialogue along with the description of what is happening around the characters at the same time.

I hope I am explaining myself so you can understand.

It is also hard to figure out just how much detail to put in or what is not important enough to be mentioned. I had started writing every little detail, but I found that and I could describe someone eating their dinner for 3 pages. Which would really not be very interesting.

Anyway, the jury is still out on whether or not I should keep sharing what I have written with you.

I am just not sure.....

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Some Advice...

Sorry for the long wait for another post. My life had been temporarily turned upside down. I was moving, then I wasn't, then I was, then I wasn't, then I was and finally I am not. After that roller coaster I needed to take a little time to regroup.

Then something else happened. After talking to one of my dear friends, I think I won't put any more of the novel online (maybe). I have definitely written more, but I haven't done anything because I have been going back and forth as to what to do. She says not to do it. That I should try to send it in instead. I am not totally in agreement with her. The chances of getting anything published are so slim, and my intention with this was to get some experience, some feedback and hopefully some support.....I am not sure what to do.

More tomorrow!