I was wondering how long it would take for the “Michael Jackson Fake His Death” stories to come out. Today when I logged into my wordpress account, I saw them. It is really sad that in our society, people are instantly accused of being a liar, even in death. And the saddest part about all of this is that people are only blogging these stories online for pageviews. It has nothing to do with Michael or his family. They don’t have a deep appreciation for the man or his art. He is only a big name that will hopefully bring people to their blogs so that they can achieve some type of mini-celebrity themselves.  There is a special type of hell for people who exploit someone’s death for traffic.

My father have spent the better part of my life in prison. I can only remember seeing him about three times in my life. Because of this, I don’t think that I am capable of deplicting father figures in any of my stories. As a writer, I want an well-rounded view of the world. I don’t want to have all of my stories absent of any father figures. I don’t want my handicaps and shortcomings affecting my writing. I mean I haven’t ever been an angel before, but I still would like to write about them. The fantasy realm is my avenue and I should be able to concoct a beliveable dad when I have too.

How do I overcome this simple hole in my imaginative subconscious? I look to the other great fathers around me. For one, there is my husband; who is a great dad. There is always television. Dan Scott (Lucas and Nathan’s dad from One Tree Hill) will never win any ‘father of the year’ awards, but he can be a great example for a disfunctional father in one of my stories (not that I will base my characters from other fictional characters). Observing the world is how writers receive their education. So, if there is no fathers in my world, I will look towards the fictional worlds for guidance.

This was the prompt for today:

Character 1: Damien Malave
Character 2: Julia Rutan
Setting: Kitchen
Goal: To get power
Obstacle: A collapsing house

And this is what I wrote:

Damien dodged the falling dishes as he made his way to Julia. He can see her sitting under the kitchen table, frightened, with a small object in her hand. Her large doe eyes shot him a look, signaling for him to stop where he was.

“Damien, don’t” was all she said as a piece of the ceiling fell to her feet. Damien didn’t listen, she knew that he would, and continued to inch closer. He bypasses flying toasters and ducked away from the debris as if it was an obstacle course that he had conquered before. He had one goal in mind; to get to her was all he needed to do.

Just as the pressure of the foundation started to collapse, the back door came off the hinges and snapped like a toothpick. He would see Julia’s hand moving softly over the black box that she was holding. He could see it in her eyes; she was going to open it.

“Julia,” he yelled over the commotion of falling objects and the roar of the ground opening up under them. “You don’t have to do this. I will get us out of her.”

“It’s too late,” she said and he could hear the fear in her voice. He moved faster but was knocked to the ground by his grandmother’s curio cabinet falling on him. He struggled to push it off while casting another look at his fiancé holding something even worse than Pandora’s Box. “Damien,” she whispered. The fear was replaced by resolve in her voice.

“Julia, I love you. Please, don’t.”

“We have no choice.”

“There is always a choice. We will find a better way,” he tried to promise her, but his confidence was getting weaker by the blooding pouring out of his injured leg. The glass from the curio cabinet must have shattered from the fall, and a piece of it was lounged into his left leg.

Damian struggled harder to free himself from the obstructing object. He didn’t want her to see the blood, knew that it would freak her out. It was too late. Her already big eyes enlarged as the pool of blood made its way down the path towards her.

Pushing away all self-doubt, Julie snatched open the box. The room filled with a blinding white light and the ceiling ceased to fall. The foundation became steady again as Julie screamed out in agony. The power that the box had released engulfed her and wrapped her in a tight blanket of pain.

Damien lay on the floor and watched the one he loved become the thing she had been running from all her life. She was now a monster; an unstoppable force of nature.

So, tell me; am I getting better? You can be honest. It won’t hurt my fellings, well not a lot anyway.

Bethany was a simple girl, who enjoyed the little things in life. She enjoyed waking up between the warm confines of her white down comforter. She enjoyed fixing breakfast for her hardworking mother–two eggs over easy, toast, and orange juice every morning. She enjoyed going to school, for she knew that he will be there.
Bethany has has a crush on John Myers since before she could remember. She doesn’t know when it started–it has always been one of  the constants in her life. Like the fact that her father didn’t want her and she would have to work hard to get a scholorship to college, there wasn’t a day where she didn’t crave looking at John.
Her mild infactuation has also been the cause of her constant heartbreak. John was only a friend–a relationship that he didn’t desire to change. As much as she loved him, he loved having his little dependent Bethany around. It was her that tutored him in advanced algebra when his grades began to slip. It was her that would call every morning to get him out of the bed so that he wouldn’t be late for school. It was her that held him while he cried for his recently deceased father. But, when it was time to give his heart, it was Cindy Miller that got the honor.
Bethany decided to put her crush for John away for another time, until he is ready, and just concentrate on being his friend. If that is what he needed her to be, than that is what she was. She made her daily call to his cellphone to wake him, but did not wait for him to answer. She knew that he would hear it and rise.
Today, Bethany had another boy to think about. The school’s annual Sadie Hawkins dance was approaching and she needed to ask someone to be her date. She knew that Cindy had already asked John, even if he didn’t say anything about it. She overheard Cindy talking with the other cheerleaders during gym class.
No, Bethany would not be going to the dance with the love of her life. She would just have to find a suitable replacement. A feat that shouldn’t be too hard.
Bethany wasn’t the most popular girl in school. In fact, if it wasn’t for John, no one would know who she was. She was, however, the smartest and that lead her to many opportunties. The point of the matter was that the pretty people needed the smart people to pass their classes. Whenever someone was in trouble of a failing grade, it was Bethany that they came crawling to.
On numerous occasions, she has been asked out. She wasn’t an ugly girl, but she choose to save her heart, time, and virtue for one boy. She knew what was on the minds of most kids at her school, and she wasn’t naive enough to think that they only wanted to take her to the movies and dinner. Those things were only the downpayment for what they really was expecting.
Bethany learned many things from her mom, and incoicidentally, her dad. She knew the mistakes that teens can carry around for a lifetime. She knew that some boys will leave her to take care of these things alone.

I am quitting my job in a few weeks to concentrate on the new novel and the kids. I recently bought Writer’s Cafe writing software and I think that I found my perfect companion. I pretty much just installed it and went, it was very easy and I find myself more organized with outlining the book. Usually, I am organizationally-challenged, so I needed something. Dramatica Pro and other writing software was just too time consuming learning how to use. I love Writer’s Cafe.

For practice, I am doing the writing prompts everyday from Writer’s Cafe; just to keep my writing muscles exercised. I will start posting them here everyday so that I am keeping up with my writer’s blog. I am also going to update on my process on getting the book written and published.