Back on the Writing Bandwagon...among other projects

With my current job leaving me a little unfulfilled, I found myself searching for what I wanted to do with all of this restless energy again. While in the bookstore, I cam across this book entitled, "90 Days to Your Novel." It helps get the person on track and organized to really complete that project. I thought ,"How wonderful! I will finally get myself organized enough to finish something I've always wanted to do."

I began dreaming of my new life as an author. I will get my book published, immediately find fortune and fame, and find the satisfaction that was missing in my current career.

I'm sure someone out there is giggling right now at the untold joke. I never start my projects half-assed. So of course I started looking into publishing, how to do it, best methods and all that. Turns out that the writing is the easy part. Now I need to self-promote, find a fan base, become a full-time blogger in addition to a full-time writer, and cross my fingers that a few hundred people might discover my writing abilities. How depressing.

Lucky for you (my lone reader), I clung to at least one portion of the advice. I began writing my blog again. In essence, this is more of a public diary of my thoughts. Perhaps people will find this blog and begin to follow the way my mind works. Perhaps they will even see the samples of my writing and fall in love with one of my characters. Perhaps I will find the routine of writing in this blog as a sort of training ground to get better at writing my book.

Either way...I am writing again.

Jordan's Story

The air felt heavy and thick as if the people packed into the small space were stealing his oxygen. The sun peaked into the room past the drawn curtains blinding him with its glaring brilliance. His cousin’s hands felt clammy where they gripped him to keep him still against her. He squirmed in her grasp, trying to gain access to his toys in the other room. The clothing they had forced him into had begun to itch against his overheated skin.

His father’s heavy footsteps thumped slowly behind him. Turning in his seat, Jordan saw his father’s blank expression as he squeezed past the relatives determined to pat him on the back or shoulder at every turn.

“Daddy,” Jordan cried, reaching out his arms.

His father turned at Jordan’s voice, looking down at the little boy’s chubby tear-stained face, so similar to Jordan’s mother. The blank look faded as his mouth drooped and then crumpled. Jordan’s father gripped the back of the couch, bowing his head for a brief moment. He turned and covered his mouth as his footsteps moved quickly towards the hallway and into a room. The door slammed shut, quieting the relative’s chatter.

A baby’s cry rose up from the corner, where its sleep had been interrupted by the disturbance.

“Daddy,” Jordan cried again, his sobs joining the baby’s.

Breaking from his cousin’s grasp, Jordan wriggled to the floor and marched determinedly towards the hallway.

“Jordan!” his Aunt Delia reprimanded. She caught up with him quickly, the now screaming baby perched on her hip. “Leave your father be. Come talk to your brother.”

Pulling them both to a chair in the corner, Delia sat down with the baby on her lap. Jordan looked at his little brother reluctantly

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Samuel stopped crying and smiled through his tears at his big brother. The baby reached little hands out for Jordan.

Jordan smiled back at the baby and offered his hand for the baby to grasp.