It's Coming Along

I have been thinking a lot lately about this novel. Will it ever get done? I've made little progress but I'm willing to share a small draft of Christopher's home, just so you can get a taste of his lifestyle and how it will mix with Alexandria's

"After Christopher typed in the code and the beautiful, golden gates opened, I could see it all. It was the most beautiful, exquisite, architectural masterpiece I had ever seen in reality. Christopher's house, who am I kidding, Christopher's mansion was like no other. The landscaping was trimmed to perfection. Everything was so symmetrical. Pink and white rose bushes led a wide stone path on each side to the front steps. The same number of oak trees lined each side of the small iron fence surrounding the property. Two garages crossing the main path on each side had rose bushes leading to them as well. 

Christopher drove slowly up to the house, probably so I could get a look at everything. Behind the two car garage on the left side, were two young men playing croquet. The grass was cut short, like every blade had been individually trimmed. On the right side, was a gardener watering some hydrangeas that were lined behind the other garage, As we moved closer to the house, I finally looked forward. there was a fountain with a statue of a man feeding his mother water, like she was too sick to do it herself. the fountain had three tiers with water flowing from the man's hand to the woman's mouth and down into the base of the fountain. The sight of a mother in need always hits me hard. All the things i could have done to stop it and all the things I couldn't. I had to shake my head to make the tears go away.

Finally we pulled up to the home. The two men playing croquet had stopped and jogged up to help us out. One of them opened my door and offered his hand. I accepted and turned to look at the main attraction. The mansion itself.

Three marble steps led to the main entrance. The house was white with a black roof and black shutters. There were two large black wooden square columns holding up the porch on the second story. The door was also black with a solid gold knock. I traced my finger around the golden figure. It was a music note, a simple one-syllable music note. 

I looked over to Christopher and his two friends. All three of them smiled which made me feel like they had just gotten done talking about me. Finally, the first words that were said since we left the hospital, "Welcome home," Christopher said as he walked up to me. He place his left hand on my back and open the door with his right. I nodded and took my first step into my new home."

It's not much, but it gives you all a sneak preview which is super fun for me to share with you. Please leave comments !

Slowly But Surely

Unfortunately, I haven't been making as much process as I'd like to. As the story plays in my head I see more pictures than words. It's difficult to find the right words to describe it so it's as clear to the reader as it is to me.

Good news is I found some inspiration for the relationship of Alexandria and Christopher. The music by The Script has brought many ideas for conflict, resolution and most of all, growth for the two characters. I haven't started writing about them together, but I'm excited to start.

Also, when I started writing, the beginning was a little choppy, but I make changes to it every now and then to smooth it out. I modified the first part of the story which is sort of a journey in Alexandria's thoughts at the present before she tells the story of her past. It's not much, but it's getting better. Here's an excerpt:

        

          I never had a dream anything like this before. I mean, sure all dreams feel real; but this dream, I can’t see it any other way. This light keeps getting closer to me. It’s bright, but white. My eye almost burn looking toward it. At least they should. I feel no pain. I feel weightless and free.

I’m looking through this tunnel as the end becomes closer and closer. I see someone; a tall, slender figure; a woman. She’s beautiful and extremely familiar. As I get closer, I begin to realize why she is so recognizable. She begins to speak to me.  

“Welcome sweetie,” she greets me with the gentle, warm voice I remember from years ago. She’s just as beautiful as I remember. Not one trace of age has touched her face since I saw her last. She has the same chocolate brown hair falling in thick curls at her shoulders. Her skin is still a smooth caramel. Her eyes, a golden brown more beautiful than the sunset. She’s wearing a white sundress and at her neckline lays my necklace. I remember putting it on her that dreadful night. She looks so happy…

“Mom,” I respond.  “What’s going on?” I’m confused. Am I dreaming? Am I in Heaven? All I see is my mother, who was murdered ten years ago, standing next to a swing in the middle of nothing.

“Sit darling,” she says with a little worry in her eyes. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you.”

Is that a tear? What happened?

“I just wanted to let you know, I love you and nothing like this will ever happen again,” she continues.

That's all I have for now. It's not much, but it's a start.

Changes

It's been a while since I've posted anything about this project. It is very challenging, but I have been jotting down ideas everyday. I have decided to use a different approach to the beginning than before. The romance element in the story will not be introduced until later. I want to take more time on Alexandria's past. What happened to her and how it has affected her in a flashback form. I think using both past and present in my story will allow me to express fully everything I want to say in my story.

Characters

I've decided the names of the two most important characters. Alexandria and Christopher. I'm not sure about their last names, but for some reason these are the two names that keep coming to me. Alexandria will be the main character. They are both in their early twenties. Christopher is British and Alexandria is going to be from the States (not sure which one).

Everything is coming along fine. Just a little more brainstorming until I start writing.

I think the beginning will start with Alexandria having a "dream" about seeing her mom in Heaven. We'll see..

The Beginning

I have decided to start blogging my progress as I begin writing my own novel. Writing has always been my dream and I'd like to share it with everyone. This will keep me determine to continue to the end. I think creating this blog will also give me more ideas as I receive feedback from readers.

My story is about a young girl who's mother grants her a guardian angel for protection. I will post more details about plot and characters as they come.

Please follow as I will keep my progress updated.