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.
