Why, hello there, gentle viewers. I don’t think you exist, though it would be lovely if you did. Emmie here, writing in from Silver Spring, Maryland, home of the Quarryhouse Tavern, A.F.I Cinema, and presumably, a silver spring.
A great deal has happened since I last wrote my hopeful little ditty about getting re-vamped for the writing process. Remember the part where I said my job would be giving me vacations? Well, it did. I was on the way to work 2.5 weeks ago, and as I minded my own business in my lane, someone rather inconsiderately decided to smash her car directly into my driver’s side door, which, as you would correctly presume, is precisely where I was sitting.
The result has been a bit of a battered Emmie. I have torn ligaments, pinched nerves, a reversal of the lordotic curve I wasn’t aware could be reversed, tingling and numbness in my left arm, and vertebrae who have decided to run amok now that they are unhindered by those pesky little ligaments that normally hold them firmly in place.
I’ve been home for almost 3 weeks from work now. And due to the nature of my injury, the only position in which my spine does not protest is flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. In case you’re wondering, it’s very difficult to get anything done in that position. It’s also quite boring to remain thus for a prolonged period of time. The irony of this situation is a: I’ve been dying for a break from work and have discovered that teaching special ed is not the job for me, and b: I really, really want to write.
After nearly a year and a half of allowing Primeval to lay dormant on my hard drive, I read the whole thing this week. And let me just say, I’m awfully pleased with it. The first third needs some serious work and a few monkey wrenches. But after that? I couldn’t put it down. And that’s saying a lot. Yes, I know it’s mine and I wrote it, but I haven’t read it for a year and a half. It was like reading someone else’s book. Suffice it to say that draft two is going to kick some serious buttocks. My goal is to have finished draft one of Elemental by August and be sending around a more polished draft two of Primeval by Labor Day. Remember that whole “I’ll finish Elemental by the end of November 2008, har-de-har-har” deal? Snort.
I have six weeks left of school. I don’t expect to get much done between now and the 4th of July, seeing as how my lovely boyfriend and I are jet-setting off to my home town of…well…my home area of the Bitterroot Valley in Montana the day after school ends and thence to Toledo for his brother-in-law’s birthday. (I just said “thence.”) But I will get paid through August, and I fully intend to take my summer to write my little buns off.
In case you’ve never read any of my earlier posts and I sound like a raving lunatic (sorry about that), here is a brief synopsis of my (copyrighted!) book:
Sarah Jensen didn’t mean to die. She also didn’t mean to come back. Most people don’t, but Sarah wasn’t like most people. Thrown into a world of vampires, shapeshifters, witches, and seers, Sarah is an Awakened — the first human in eons to transform into a vessel of prophecy. Pages turn. Ancient powers slumber in the darkness of the earth, beginning to stir as a new age of magic dawns.
And Sarah is only the first to wake.
Well, how’s about that? I just woke up from hibernation, too. Too bad I can’t see the future.
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