The major writing projects of N.M "Sally" Holden
Jun. 16th, 2005
07:13 pm
“This is Gene. You remember, we’ve told you about him?” A tall, thin boy cowered between two others, both shorter than him. One was a boy, younger than the one who tried to remain inconspicuous beside him. The other, shortest of the lot, was a girl. She was also the youngest of the trio, though probably not by more than six months. Another, separate, slouched in an abashed manner similar to the first. I simpered lightly in his direction. “You might’ve.. mentioned him.”
“Gene? This is Troy.” If it was possible, my slouch increased, and the grin widened. And got more shy. “Hi.” I waved and tried to look presentable. I didn’t feel very presentable; I felt like I was going to throw up. He looked up at me and smiled. “Troy? Nice to meet you.” His voice was confident. His body was confident, now, and mine… was still thinking over throwing up. It thought that this was a wonderful choice, this throwing up. I told it that it shouldn’t be silly.
“It’s nice to me- meet you, too.” My voice cut from between my teeth like a hot knife through wet cement. His hand to mine, more akin to a hot knife through bread. His hand was warm against mine. Or perhaps, mine against his. Either way, the skin was soft. The bones were hard. The feeling was nice. My other arm wanted to fling itself around his neck of its own accord. It, however, does not work of its own accord, and as such the rebellion was put down.
“Troy’s— Are you two listening?”
“What? Oh, yes.” “Not remotely.” I stared at him. The sheer un abashed-ness of the remark stunned me. He leaned in close to me: “I don’t care about them, and they don’t care about me. They only came as an excuse.” I shuddered. The sheer closeness of it made me sigh. “You two can go now. You, stay.” They left hurriedly and humbly. I stayed still as a stone. “Are you feeling uncomfortable? Would you like to have a seat?” He gestured to a table, surrounded by 5 or 6 chairs. He reached over and turned one out towards the main part of the room, proffering the offer again. I sat down to hide the trembling in my legs.
“So… if you don’t know them, how do you know me?” The words came out quietly, curiously.
“I heard about you from a friend of a friend of a cousin. If you will.” The way he said it made me realize two things: that I wasn’t going the be finding out how, and he didn’t have any cousins.
“I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just here to change your life.” What that meant didn’t make sense. Yet at the same time… it really didn’t have to. Right now I was less focused on sense and more focused on how close his lips were to my ears. And it sounded like he was focusing more on keeping them right where they were.
“Okay.” I know, I know. It was pretty witty. But then again, when you’re being seduced by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.. let’s see you use your head.
And beautiful he was. His hair, dyed, was a pitch black that would gaze back if you started gazing for long. It was carefully casual, down to his chin, and managed to stay out of his eyes no matter where he put it. His nose, perfect, led down to his well-formed mouth. It was thin, as was his jaw, and he rarely smiled. It added to his beauty. His clothes fit well where they needed to, and it lead well to the impression that he was skinny as a rail.
I stood up. Tall as he seemed, he was only about my height. I stepped close to him. Too close for the comfort of most people. I’m not most people. Furthermore there was no too close when he was concerned. He could get as close as he liked. And he got closer, as I tasted his lips. And he still wasn’t too close. He still wasn’t close enough.
(6.15.05)
Jun. 2nd, 2005
08:38 pm
So yeah. The original story was scrapped. I have three days to flesh out a new story, then I have to work like hell to get 2000 words a day every day for the rest of the month. I'm not good at writing length. I'm really better at writing a little, and making it as short as it gets. I've spent so much time writing short fiction that when I have to fill distance I start rambling, since I don't believe I can get a tight pace while still needing 50,000 words. Anyways, on to the new story.
It's still in development, as I plan to have so idea of the main arcs and the like. Unlike last time, which is part of the reason I dropped the original. It's supposed to outline the decline of one particular relationship, ending in a simple and inevitable goodbye, and the new beginning for the male lead. This one's gen, kiddies, so I get to have a femme lead. :D
The idea comes from a korean romance movie, or my vague understanding of it, which sounded lovely. "One fine spring day," it was called. Never seen it, but I've heard it was very good.
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anxiousJun. 1st, 2005
03:51 pm
First day, and I'm already behind quota. I'm at about 300, and I might even make as far as 600. But I probably won't make it any farther. So far, I'm just setting up the dominoes so I can knock one of them down. I might be able to make it up during and after dinner, just writing the whole time, except that I have a banquet at 6. I probably won't be able to make it up till saturday, when I'll have a few hours doing nothing. At least a few hours. So yeah. It'll take me an hour or so to get one page covered. And I'm short by at least three. Hopefully I'll have some good luck and be home by nine, and be able to spend another hour just scribbling away. And then I'll get a page or two. But I'll be able to catch up by the time I hit July, if nothing else.
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GrrMay. 31st, 2005
04:24 pm
So here we go. A completely fresh start. I love it. What's this for, though? The other journal was going no worse than this one'll go. Well, it's interesting you mention that. If you're a regular of my normal journal, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
nm_holden, then you'll be aware if you read today's post, probably the one that led you to this one, that I wanted a journal for my NaNoWriMo and similar projects. Because it'll be taking weeks to complete each one, a month even, I need someplace to chronicle my ideas, bounce them off my beloved audience, and just put things down to remember them. Also, because I feel like it, this journal will be friends only. It doesn't take much to have me friend you. Just ask. Anyways. That's my introduction. Later, y'all.
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