Update!

Posted by Raven M on 11:58 AM in

So, I have a confession to make. It explains why I haven't been blogging lately, but I have been doing a bit of traveling.

Not the usual get-in-the-car or hop-on-a-plane type of traveling, but the kind of traveling that can only done in a big blue box.

Yeah. You heard me right. I have been traveling in a blue box called the TARDIS, with a man I barely know, but he's just so fascinating and he takes me to different planets and we encounter so many different kind of aliens - and, um, I wish this could be my excuse for not blogging in a while.

But it's not.

The truth is that I've been watching Doctor Who, beta-reading, and doing ungodly amounts of homework. All year my teachers didn't give me any homework, now that we have less than two months left, they're piling work on us.

*grumbles*

I finished reading Vee's beautiful, heart-wrenching novel an hour or so ago, and I can't stop thinking about it. Her prose, her style is just brilliant. She's just brilliant and if you don't already know, her novel The Colors of Sky is out on submission. I wish her the best of luck, and CONGRATULATIONS.

Um, as for me, I have been thinking about reviving my contemporary novel, Mirror, Mirror. I don't want to give up on it, so I sat down and thought about what I could do to make this novel better, in a way, and I think I know how to do that now, so we'll see.

There might not be any teasers from me in a while, but I will try to read everyone's when Tuesday comes around.

Since it's Saturday, and I do want to make up for my absence on this blog, here is a snippet from the first draft of Mirror, Mirror. It's one of my favorite scenes between Low & Kendall, mainly because it's so tense, and a lot of things are revealed. Keep in mind that it's from the first draft, so it is pretty rough. Enjoy and have a wonderful day!

"You don't think I noticed?" Low breathed, his voice thick. "You were obsessed with Kip. Even when he hit you..." He shook his head again, not understanding, not believing.

"He never hit me," I murmured.

His voice was low, but I could still feel it's sharp edges. "Stop lying to yourself. I seen the bruises on your face, on your legs. I seen them. Kip may say that we are invisible, but those will never be invisible to me. They're all I see when I look at you."

"Get out." I said, firmly. Tears were forming in my eyes, threatening to fall.

"No."

I knew he wasn't going to leave so I didn't make him go. Seconds, minutes, a whole entire lifetime passed before the fire that was burning started to extinguish, leaving behind tiny, minuscule embers in it's wake.

"Pris is pregnant." We were lying down now, looking up at the ceiling. I tried to keep myself from touching him, but I could feel my body slowly sticking to his. We were like magnetic forces.

He was trying to hurt me.

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

I didn't want to ask. "Who's the father?"

"You know who it is."

In spite of myself, I rest my head on Low's shoulder and he smoothed the hair on my head.

"Why didn't he love me as much as he loved Pris?"

"Because Kip is a blind man. He doesn't know what he's missing, until it's gone."

The tears started to fall.

"I still want to run away with you. I want to take you someplace where you don't have to remember."

"It's not easy to forget," I breathed.