BAIM 7/31/08

So i have 7,000 words to write today - phew - to reach my goal. that is about 20 pages or so....
well here is from yesterday's 395 words.

She completely caught me off guard and where would that come from. Me? Volunteer in the school, right. Yet, she asked so sincerely and honestly seemed to want me to help. She stood looking at me awaiting my response.
“I” pausing so I would not say the wrong thing, “I never thought about it before.”
“I would love to get together with you and talk to you.”
“Ok”
I was stuck and now she had me cornered and I would have to give in. maybe I can set a date and come up with a way out later.
“Sure, when would you like to meet?”
“How about this afternoon?” She pulled out a compact planner and a pencil. “I have my daughter home at 2:15 and I can bring her to play with your girls, to make it easier.”
“Um….”
I had no way out; maybe I will fall and end up in the ER before 2:00 or some other catastrophe will happen. “Sure” I said, “Where would you like to meet?”
“Oh,” she smiled, “I love the little café on Main. They have bistro tables there and a patio wall. It also has wonderful food.”
I tried to not stare at her, but my words just fell out without me looking away, “What time would work for you?”

7/22/08 BIAM

Moving along... I revisited the Kindergarten moms and here is what is going on there today.

Remember my cynical main character does have an eye opening moment soon....

We played out the rest of the time in the play group in Kim’s front room having lunch on the floor and letting the kids get tired. She never seemed to mind all the chaos and the clean up afterward. This business every week would drive me crazy. We ate our packed lunches and continued to cat about our kids and their little daily accomplishments and the current books we are able to look at. No seems to ever really read them, or have the time to remember what they read. I personally would rather spend my time reading than sitting here listening to them complain about their lack of time. I look forward to my afternoons after play group. The time after the play group chaos is so very blissful and I rush home to have the stillness.

7/21/08 BIAM

A very rough draft of today's raw writing...


I turned to take a look around as I stepped away from her the kitchen began to disappear. I ran back hoping to stop her from leaving. Her voice had already drifted away and the canister dropped to the floor.
Walking through the house it disappears around me, I step from one room to the next and it vanishes behind me. The upstairs had already dissolved and the blue sky let in light. I walked on and through the wall and turn to close the door. Darkness came with the door and I stand in the blackness of night. It is in the darkness that I hear sweet melody, echoing all around me.
“Dance with me tonight
It may only come once in a life time
These memories are young and growing
To laugh, to cry, to wonder why
This keeps our memories flowing
Just dance with me tonight.”
The song repeats and softens to bare whisper and send chills trough me as the words tickle in my ears. This is a song so personal that I could only have been written for me.

7/15/08

today was good. i was able to pull in 1,390 words, clean kitchen, two resumes sent out and kids in bed on time - YEAH.

Today Abi and Zane became an item... fun fun

Without looking over at me he said, “The difference of character is the decision between right and right. Which right you choose is the means to a person’s soul.”

So, we will see how they are tomorrow....


As for Sally and the Kindergarden group they had a day off.

7/13/08

On a roll today... 400 words and counting.

Here is a blip of the one i am working on.


She added, “Fractionalize your resistance.”
With that she left the room and now I am truly alone. Only the sound of the computer running and stillness in the air kept me in a state of wonder. What could she mean, “fractionalize my resistance”? What am I not seeing?

Stay tuned for more

As always a gemini

So for Book in a Month -

I am working on two books, yup two books. One a fantasy in the southwest and one about mom's reall world mom's

So stay tuned.....

Going for 2,000 words today

so here is a bit from todays, edit and new words - i was able to get in 1,588

I hate her. I hate that she is natural blonde with natural highlights, naturally tan, naturally fit and to top it off she is sweet. Sitting across the table I see how kind she is and how her smile lights up everyone she talks to. She is always kind, never curses, doesn’t eat in excess and has a genuine compliment for everyone. She is perfect. She is PTA president, committee chair for the local soccer club and head of the biggest and most popular mom play group. Yup, I hate her.
I did not always hate her. I had heard about her around town. The other mom’s would talk about her and how amazing she is. How she would set up a luncheon, run it and clean up in the amount of time it takes to fix cold cuts for a preschooler. The buzzing says she has charisma that would convince any two-year-old to behave through an entire church session and have every teenager fully involved in senior citizen volunteer work. She has courage to not let other people talk badly and changes negative gossip to a rally of how wonderful the victim is. She has everything.
Her visible biography is gorgeous, fit and talented husband, spends every spare moment with her and her perfectly dressed children. They golf and play tennis at the exclusive and way overpriced town country club. They are seen about town holding hands, yes holding hands and they just have the look. They have a huge house on acreage, a race track in the back yard and a sprinkler system throughout. They also choose which car fits the outfit and which events they will grace with their attendance.
Their kids are on the honor roll, student of the month and have awards for exemplary community service. They have a schedule for soccer, dance, play group, school, and swim and still have complete harmony with public family time. They are kind to each other, listen and obey authority and can also charm an infant into smiling out of a temper tantrum. Perfect parents can create perfect children, according to the rumors about town.
She has to have some dark secret, I question, a hidden pimple or some crazy traits that make her more human and less perfect. I searched the rumors and her community service and traits all check out true. She is fully involved in her family and community. She lives to make others happy and content. There are no known outbursts, hidden family secrets, or crazy memberships to dark or distasteful social groups.
She has never been unkind to me or ever passed me without a smile. I actually wanted to be close to her to see if she was human, real or had some sort of past I could sense. Based on the hearsay, she is amazing and everyone wants to be in her circle. So did I.

7/9/08 a blip of what i wrote today

This is the middle of the first chapter. It is unedited and rough. let me know what you think.


I memorized her look when she finally came out of her trance, focusing on my eyes and staring into my soul. It was not a evil or haunted look but more of an understanding with hope. She asked, “What exactly is your dead end? Can you not find proven documentation or just documentation of the myths?”
Her empathic expression caused me to answer without thinking, “I can’t find truth in any of the myths I want to write about. I have changed and narrowed and broadened and still am only finding rumors and fiction. There has to be a splinter of truth that lead to the fabrication of the stories.”
She nodded slowly and carefully responded, “Are you looking in the right places. You may not find true answers by Internet searches and it may not be in educational references. You may need to search within you and why you are looking at the particular myth in your mind. It may be in front of you and you are not asking the right questions.”
She paused and I processed what she had said.
I never told her I wanted to work on a particular myth. In the beginning I looked at researching vampires, aliens, Blood Mary, Broiled diver, Lady with a neck scarf, all of which where either to popularized or not enough to make a semester’s worth of research. It was the mystifying tale of Nightwalker’s and the Southwest folklore that I found constantly. I kept finding the same bit of information and I knew there was more. I did not know why I could not find more and why nobody wanted to talk about it. I asked my dad for help and he dismissed me with, “No such thing, nothing to talk about.”
Before we moved to Seattle he worked on the Navajo Reservation, I thought he would be more of a help and expert yet he was neither.
I continued to Mrs. Maloney, “Where do I go then?”
We discussed options on finding research and different avenues. She gave me some links and people to talk to and wanted her name left out of any of my correspondence. I agreed and ended up getting to take Wednesday’s to go do research. She seemed quite helpful and willing to edit my paper and research.

BIAM

So to challenge myself I joined Tristi's Book in a Month. After the funeral and vacation all is settled down. I now have a large challenge ahead of me, 1,000 words a day 6 days a week - eek!

My start off has been quite slow. I will publish parts of my current writing here, check back for updates.

My first day I finished 447 words and a family reunion.
Day two 200 words and a funeral.

This week will be better and a lot to catch up to my goal of 20,000 words - that also make sense - haha

Happy reading!