Monday, January 23, 2012


I sat alone, waiting. The rain was drizzling outside. I loved the sound of the rain, but the clouds made the world so dead. So still. I was alone in the house, everyone had gone. Everything was so still, so quiet. 
No one was coming to visit me to day. No one wanted to play. I sat still; I sat quiet. The world was grey, cold and silent.
It was not good, but nor was it evil. It was not happy, but neither was it sad. Gloom does not fit this description. My characters, my friends, had all gone. They were living their passions and their desires, while I sat here by an empty fire.
What a fool am I? I, who sit here wondering what I should write; while life slips through my fingertips. What should I do? Who should I blame? For I am utterly alone. I would cry, but that itself is an emotion which has no place in this place of empty space.
Odorless, senseless, tasteless.  Round and round goes my stirring stick. Hot turns cold, and chocolate becomes mold.
So here I am with my hand on my chin wondering, just wondering, what predicament I’m in. No games to play; no fools to beat. Nothing, absolutely nothing, to unleash.
Here I am on this little wooden chair with a matching wooden table, doing nothing more than what I’m able. Perhaps, I’ll crave the wooden into something grand. But what would it be?
Nothing to think. Nothing to find. This is what happens in a writer’s block mind.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Character Chat #1 - Damian

Hello, all! I've decided to take part in Character Chat, a meme hosted by Beth Ann Masarik (click on her name to find out more). This episode features Damian, the main character in my vamp fic story Knight Fall. Fair warning, this particular chat doesn't reveal much him, so expect to hear from him again. Enjoy!

I slammed the door behind me, dropped my umbrella on the floor, and fell into the nearest couch. It was so dark in the room, I could scarcely see. None of the lights were on and the curtains were pulled shut. Damian sat across the room, absorb in a book.
I let out a groan. Damian glanced at me over the top of his book. “That bad, hmm?”
“The worst. Ever had to jump start a car in the rain?”
“Well, it’s the worst!”
“So you said.”
I stood and glared at him. “You don’t even care, do you?”
“Not really.”
“Insensitive creature.” I huffed, and started to walk away when I realized I couldn’t see where I was going. I began feeling about for a light switch. “Why is it so dark in here?”
“Because I can’t read in a lit room.”
“Yea, well, I can’t see in a dark one. So the light has to come on.”
He huffed. “And you call me insensitive.”
“You can still see in the light.”
“Yes, but not as clearly.”
“Oh, poor baby!” I was just about to give up when I remembered that I had matches in my pocket. I struck a match; it sparked and burned. Damian hissed. “Oh, shut up! It isn’t that bright.” I held the lit match up to the wall and saw that my hand had been inches from a switch. I had given up too easily. I flipped it, but nothing happen. Meanwhile the match in my hand began to burn my fingertips. “Ouch!” I quickly dropped it.
“Careful, that hurts.” Damian said unsympathetically.
“Will you keep quiet!” I hissed.
“Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you, the power’s gone out.”
“Yea, I figured that out. Thanks.” I took another match out of my pocket and struck it.
“There’s a candle on the side table.”
I found the candle, lit it, then blew out the match. Then I collapsed on the couch. “Thanks!” I said meekly. He nodded.
“But, honestly, I don’t know why I put up you with most of time.”
“Because you to hear me talk.” He beamed. It was true; he had an amazingly gorgeous British accent. And he was kinda cute, but man, he could on your nerves.
“Still, sometimes I think your trying to send me to an early grave.”
He smiled. “If it’s sympathy you want, then go bother Cailean. He loves to listen to those sorts of things.”
“He’s asleep, so is everyone else. Which reminds me, why aren’t you asleep?”
“Couldn’t. Not with that nightmare replaying in my head. It’s been doing that ever since you wrote it down.”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t tell me things you don’t want written down.”
He shrugged. “Point taken.”
“Nightmares, huh?” I tapped my fingers on my mouth. “Well, that would explain why you’ve been more irritable lately.”
He stood up. “I am not irritable!”
“Really? This coming from the man who just demonstrated the word.” I smiled, chuckling.
He sat down, shyly. “Sorry. I don’t know where that came from. That’s was rude and childish.”
I smiled. “Apology accepted.” I moved closer to him and put my hand on his knee. “Damian, I want you to go upstairs, and go to sleep, I don’t want to see you again until after sunset.”
He nodded. “But if I do this, you must promise me something.”
“Tonight, you write.”
I smiled. “Deal.”
With that Damian got up and left the library. Once he was gone I took a look at the book he had been reading. “Hamlet, figures.”
I pick it up and placed it on the book shelf. After that, I also decided to go to bed even though it was only three in the afternoon. If I was going write tonight I was going to need all the rest I could get.