Imperfection is Beauty

I am currently sprawled extravagantly on the couch, flat on my back with one foot on the armrest and the other braced firmly on the floor. Charlie, the traitor who will not let me have more painkillers, has gone to Megan’s. Boring, predictable Megan – I always conveniently forget how she held her own during that circus incident when I’m in a bad mood, like I am right now. They’re inevitably doing something boring and predictable, like seeing a film and going to dinner. Anywhere but Miko’s, is what’s going through my head right now. Though I’m glag that Carlie will be sleeping on the bloody floor again :)

Anyway, I’ve been attempting to work out a particularly complex series of clues, but I mentally running in circles, to my immense frustration, and my cat  is tiresome and a terrible replacement for Charlie How selfish of him to have left while I’m playing this mind game of mine, he knows how much I depend on him as a sounding board. But he knows, of course, doesn’t he? I shouldn’t have to tell him he is appreciated, necessary. Charlie is a relatively smart man; he should be able to figure these things out.

God, maybe he was right not to give me more medicine. I appear to be ranting again, I apologise.

I’m really stuck. So far, this is all I have:

She ran faster than she had ever run before, dodging trees, jumping over rocks and puddles. She knew they couldn’t be far behind her, she could hear them yelling. Her legs were beginning to tire; she desperately craved a drink of water. How long had she been running from these people? A few hours? A few days? She couldn’t tell. She missed Charlie; she didn’t know where he was. Did they catch up to him? She could hardly bare to think about it. Up ahead, she saw a large, dead tree. Hearing the voices clearer than before, she quickly ran behind it. Maybe they would just run right past her, and she could creep around the other side, or climb the tree. She didn’t want to think, she wanted to keep going, to find Charlie. Most of all, she wanted to sleep. But that wasn’t a safe option right now, she needed to lose these guys and figure out a plan, a good plan. One that won’t get her killed.

She looked up, trying to see whether she could climb or not. It was a long way up, and there were some large gaps between some of the branches, but she could manage it. She knew she could. She carefully placed her foot into a small hole in the base of the tree and put her hand into the one just above it. With all the strength she had left, she slowly pulled herself up, until both feet were on the lowest branch. Ignoring the pain in her shoulders, she kept on climbing until she was about halfway up. ‘Will they see me here?’ she thought. She could feel her heart beating through her clothes as she heard the footsteps, getting closer and closer. She closed her eyes. ‘They’re not going to find me’, she assured herself.

‘There’s no sign of her!’

She could feel that she was being watched. She desperately wanted to open her eyes, but she was too afraid. She stayed like that, hugging the branch, eyes shut tight, for God knows how long. When she finally opened them, she saw no people, the woods were silent, and it appeared to be getting dark. She slowly made her way back to the ground, making sure she made no noise as she climbed. On reaching the ground, her legs turned to jelly and she slumped to the ground.

What do you think? Is it any good?  

shaunwthompson:

And… I have finsihed writing my first novel. It stands at 106,815 words, pre-editing, proof reading, and re-writing. :)

 Congrats. I’m still on the first chapter of mine, haha :)

I’m attempting to write my first novel :) It doesn’t have a name yet, and I’m struggling through the first chapter, but I can do it (I hope). I had a set plot, but the chapter didn’t start out the way I expected it to, so now I’m just waiting to see where it goes :) The only thing I’m certain about is that there is a doorway that is in a large, dead tree, and there is a stone staircase hidden in the woods. This photo actually inspired the story :)

I can’t wait to share the first chapter with you guys x ChelseaAnn

wintersviolet:

Its about a world where things float away, starting with small things like pens, paper clips and rubber bands disappearing [main character works in a major magazine company so she notices these things] then its slightly more important items like tooth brushes and water and more of your every day neccesaties. Then cars, babies, people start floating away and thats where the craziness begins. =]

 Sounds good :) A lot better than my plot. I hope I can read it one day :D

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“I will not play at tug o’ war
I’d rather play at hug o’ war
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug
Where everyone kisses
And everyone grins
And everyone cuddles
And everyone wins.”

— Shel Silverstein, Hug o’ War, Where the Sidewalk Ends

About a week ago, a package arrived in my mailbox, a Christmas gift from a very good friend. I could feel through the package, and tell that it contained two books. Naturally, curiousity got the better of me, and I couldn’t resist tearing into it early. Oh, I held out for about half a day, that is until I had let her know that it had arrived, and she told me that whether to open it or to wait was my choice. After that? I held out about another ten minutes.

Out tumbled two books that we had been discussing the month before. I was so excited, I put down the other stories, that I happened to be reading at the time (all three of them) and started reading with gusto. The first, Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict was a fun light read, the second, Jane Austen Ruined My Life,by Beth Pattillo, is what I’m here to tell you about.

I’m a hopeless romantic, that’s me. It’s in my nature. I cut my teeth on Disney movies, romantic drama’s, and rom coms. And now, I dream of finding my Fitzwilliam Darcy, so this book struck a chord. Even though, the main character is a divorcee (While I have yet to come even close to marriage), and at thirty-three, a full 16 years older than I am.

The main character, Emma Grant, was once a girl like me. A hopeless romantic who believed that if she did everything she was told, one day she’d have a happy ending a la Austen. That is, until she finds her husband sleeping with a grad student. And to add insult to injury, he helps said grad student destroy his ex wife’s career, and reputation.

Emma gathers up what little money she has left, to travel to England on nothing more than the word of an old woman who claims to know something about the lost letters of Jane Austen. By publishing said letters, Emma believes she can redeem herself in the eyes of the academic world, and get back at her idol for the happy ending she believes that she was promised.

Instead, she embarks on a journey of love and self discovery. The reclusive Mrs. Perrot will let her see the supposed letters all right, but with a catch. She must promise never to tell anyone of their existence, and must complete a series of tasks, by traveling to places that meant something to the famed author. There’s also the little issue, that her cousin had ’accidentally’ neglected to mention that Emma would not be the only one that would be staying at her house. Adam, Emma’s former best friend was also there doing research. In the same house. Can Emma trust Adam, a former friend, and current academic rival? Could he turn out to be her own Mr. Darcy, even though the now cynical Emma believes that the last thing she needs now is to fall in love? What’s up with the slightly daft Mrs. Perrot, and her group of old ladies, claiming to hide a literary treasure the likes of which the world can only imagine? Well you’ll have to read it to find out!

All in all, a very good book, one that I devoured in about a night. Predictable in some places, and there are times I would have liked to give Emma a good smack upside her head. Her choices may not all have been what I would have her choose, but isn’t that the point? That this woman needs to live her life by her terms, and make her own decisions? And come on, who of us wouldn’t like to just drop everything, and fly off to Europe to go on an adventure?

Anyway, the moral of the story?

“The thing about obsessing about a happy ending is that you forget to enjoy the journey along the way, You forget to appreciate the people alongside you.” Emma Grant, Jane Austen Ruined My Life.

- Chelsea x

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