Well I got it done!

I finally finished all ten of those Bio's last night and I tell you I had to force myself to sit down and do it but now after all the complaining and whining, I am glad I did it!  I actually have a feel of my character's past and present circumstances, not just my main character but also a few of my minors.  I am sure I will change these up as I go but it really makes them feel real to me.  I mean to see that my character would rather eat at ..., cant live without ..., and is terrified of ...makes me see that he/she isn't a character at all, he/she is a person now.  A person with a family, a past and a preference in things.

I don't know, I just wanted to come lay some light on the situation.  It was still a difficult assignment and one I am glad is over but it really opened my eyes to their world.

I have decided that I will add a love concept into my novel and I am also seriously considering writing it in third person.  Sadly, I don't feel I am ready to tackle a first person point of view novel.  However I strongly feel that this story will not be my last, so I am sure that one day I will brave enough to tackle such a view and skilled enough to make it believable.

I also want to say that today is very special to me as it is my three year wedding anniversary to the man I cannot live with out!

"The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser.  In case you thought optimism was dead"
~Robert Brault

Four pages down, 6 more to go.

My writing group's assignments are getting a little tougher each round.  This week we have to write ten, one page biography's about our character's.  I can tell you that it gets kinda tedious when you finish one page and then have to think of a completely new outlook on the next.  But one detail at a time I am getting them done. 

I have also been wondering if maybe I should add a touch of love into my novel as I know most stories have it in there somewhere.  I know exactly where I can add it, just unsure if I will at this time.  I know that romances in dire situations happen so we will see.

I have been getting to know my chars, something I failed to do in the first Novel attempt ( I plan to finish it someday).  I feel like Johnny Wikk, my main, is someone I have know for years.

Well that's really all I have to report for my Novel in the works.  I plan to make these assignments my priority because one of them will be to sit and write my Novel, but I like the step by step idea.

I hope any of you who are in the challenge are enjoying it and staying motivated.  It is still hard for me to stay motivated if I look at the whole picture, like I could never possibly write something complete and amazing and alive.  But I try to keep faith in myself.  Happy writing!

Johnny's background story

    Growing up in Banning Ca hasn't been easy for me.  The neighborhood can be rough at times.  We have always been afraid to open the door never knowing if the salesman is selling cookies or drugs.  My name is Johnny Wikk and frankly, I have become accustomed to my hometown.  Even though alot of the kids at high school are rough and tough they always steer clear from me.  See my father is a killer, to put it bluntly, they leave me alone.
   
    It is frightening enough for these small town wanna be gangsters to know that my father could have them begging like a little girl in  a matter of mins, but what really gets there hair on end is the unknown.  They dont know if I have the same abilities as him and I like it that way.
 
    My dad, John Wikk, better known as the enabler, can simply turn your fears against you like you could never imagine.  Fear is a powerful tool and he has figured out a way to completely paralyze his victims.  I call it the mental viper strike, because that's what he does.  He injects your fears of the impossible out into reality and freezes your mind so that you cant fight and there is no way out but his way.  Kind of like that clown in Stephen kings "it", penny-wise I believed was his name.  Dad's victims begged him to finish them off. He is the most powerful man in the world when you think about it and I learned at a very young age to be fearless.
 
    I am not allowed to be afraid of anything or he will come for me.  My dad can sense one fearful thought as efficiently as a shark can smell blood in the ocean.  I cant let that happen.  I have a family.  I am here to protect my mom, Jamie Wikk, and my soon to be little sister Emily.  My mom is an angel, even though I am a killers son she treats me like I am just an average teenage boy.  Never once have a sensed fear of me from her.  Yes I have the gift, curse, too.  I can see fear swiftly but I never instigate it.  I am not evil, I am not my father.    
 
    Although I am a lot of out of the ordinary things, I am also just a typical teen boy in a sense.  I have to get up and go to the public school each weekday and I praise the clock at 3:20 each Friday afternoon.  I love pizza and soda.  I have had a few beers but didn't really have a taste for them and I always pass on drugs.  I enjoy reading from time to time and of course as most guys are, I am interested in girls.
 
    I have never had an actual girlfriend, came close once but had to get rid of her because of the danger.  If I had someone of my own then I would have a clear fear of loosing her and he would come for me.  I am not afraid to face him if he ever did decide to come for me because I know one day it will come to that. 
 
    My father is a strong one but he has one weakness, I felt the fear in overwhelming waves from him when he knew he was losing my mom.  Though a sick and evil man, he loves Jamie Wikk with all his heart.  When I saw the girls face in the paper match the girl I saw in our backyard the night before it was easy to figure out who he really was and his fear blazed to life, fear I would tell my mom.  He was safe for a while because when I told her she didn't believe me.
 
    That is so painful to remember.  Nothing is quite like the only person in your life that you love look at you with distrust in there eyes.  It was a scaring moment for me and I never saw her int he same light again.  I love her so much but no longer can i express that to her.  Every time she tries to pull me into conversation all I can see in her eyes is a mother who accused her only son of being a liar.  It didn't take her long to see the truth though.  I really dont know what the breaking point for her was but if I had to take a guess it was just that 6th sense lovers get when they know something is off.  
 
    Mom and I dont talk much now of days but when she put a black and white photo of an alien looking figure in front of my eyes i felt like a family again.  She told me that it was Emily and this picture was mine.  I stared at that picture long after she had left to go do some shopping.  I stared at her for hours and somehow in this house of gloom and silence I can hear laughter.  She will be making the Wikks a family again sometime in mid march, around st patties day.  The four leaf clover is lucky right?  She will need to be lucky to survive here.  Actually no, I will keep her safe.  Her little hands can always find comfort in mine, her big brother.

The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead.
Robert Brault

slow but steady...

I have been wrting small portions of my book a day, a scene here, a description there. 

A year ago today my mom passed away and oddly for the first time since she passed I feel ok about it.  I miss her of course, but I feel like she is here beside me today making me smile with our many memorie as little things pop up into my memory through out my day.  For some reason I just feel proud today, proud to be a wife and mother.  Proud to have a good job I enjoy, proud to have figured out a working budget, proud to dream about the hard achieved like writing and publishing my novel.  Its a good day and I have my mom to thank for it.

Thank mom, I love you.

This month!

I have to say that this month I haven't been writing as much as I had wanted to.  I have had so many other things on my to do list, which as I strike one item off ten more go on it seems.  I will be back into my "butt in chair" mode in Feb.  

This month is just especially hard for me because a year ago my mom passed and although I haven't much noticed my depressive state, most others have.  I also have kids doctors, dentists, eye doctors ( Andi might need glasses).  I have my anniversary, 3 years who would have thought haha.  Its been a bumpy ride but there isn't another man I would rather take that ride with.  I also have my husband's birthday, my sister's birthday, girl scouts...cookies!  Yay!  

So I hope you can forgive me when I say that I just simply can't find the time and energy to write this month, well write a lot anyhow.  I am still writing, just not as much as I had planned, but it is only Jan and I have already written over 10,000 words this month so I think I can slide =).  Have a great weekend and happy writing!

Interview with Johnny.

                I was full of questions as I was escorted into the room to see the prisoner.  When I asked what he had done at such an age to be in these circumstances, I was told that the information was classified.  I have to admit my slight anxiety as I take my seat across from him.  His hands are chained and they sit upon the table in front of him.  He seems relaxed and ready to talk.

               

                “Hello Johnny, how are you doing today?”  I start off with what I feel is a simple question.  He lifts his head and I finally get to see his face.  His eyes blaze with intellect and courage and he holds perceptiveness about him.  I watch as he observes me and I imagine my motives as well.

               

                “I am very well, you see, I woke up here in chains,” his wrists raise, “had stitches in my face and couldn’t remember a thing.  What could be better than that?”  His response was dripping with sarcasm.

                He slams his hands back onto the steel table as I am writing and I jump.  I start to wonder if this boy is someone who enjoys the fear of other people and wait for him to smile at his triumph over me.  At my surprise he gently pulls his hands from the table into his lap with a sincere apology.

                “Sorry, wasn’t trying to scare you.  Sometimes I get a little carried away, but it is so frustrating to be held against your own will and told nothing!  It is heart wrenching to know where people are going…”  His sentence trailed off into whispers as people sometimes do when they speak about painful things.

                “What do you mean where people are going?  I’m not following you Johnny.”

                “Nothing, never mind,” he glances at the guard at the door, “I won’t have your blood on my hands.”

                Clearly something is happening here and I attempt to get more information out of him.  “Tell me about the other four of you.”

                His eyes flash a guilt-ridden look that vanishes as soon as it appears. “The other four of us, you want to know about the other four of us?”  He said slowly, sounding slightly confused.

                “Yes of course, there are five of you in the project right?  Well your one and then there are four more...”  He cut me off right there,

                “Oh, the other four, I see.”  His breath came out in a big relieving gust.

                “Yes the other kids here, who did you think I was talking about?”  I flip through my notebook to where I jotted the case information down this last week.  Scanning the page, my eyes follow my finger to where the number of kids was scribbled.  I read silently to myself, ‘there are five kids in this new government project’.  What did he mean by the other four?  “Johnny?”  He sighs and looks at me, lowering my voice to a whisper, “Are there more kids?”  I ask, unsure if I even want to know.

                Johnny’s eyes slide down to gaze at the corner of the table.  “No there are only five of us.”

                I can see by his actions that he knows something he wished he didn’t, I just have to ask the right questions.  “You mean there are only five of you now, but was it always that way?”

                As his eyes dart back to mine I can see him deciding what to tell me.  He leans his head to the side, glances at the guard and begins shaking his head.  His head swung back to face me and looking me dead in the eyes he said, “No, there was always only five of us and I need to get back to the other four.” 

                I watched as he stood up and dragged his chains to the guard who escorted him out the door.  I sat there writing my notes and remember that look he gave me at the end; he made it so apparent that even a child would have known that last statement was a bold faced lie.  There were more kids here…but what happened to them?