I'm worried about this summer.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
I'm worried about this summer.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I'm still with the werewolves too, if you're wondering.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Yesterday was the best day of my summer thus far, and I'll tell you why.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
I'm working on the ending of my book, listening to the amazing Coraline soundtrack. Basically my last two posts were me in a whiny panic.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Isaac’s office was a stark contrast to the rest of the gallery. Where white walls stood covered with a mixture of modern and classical art, naked, dark blue walls were faintly illuminated by bright white floor lamps lined with silver. As a result, artificial light drenched every crevice, save for a large portrait that hung behind Isaac’s large black desk.
There were bold splotches of colors all over the canvass, brush strokes that created a vivid picture I somehow couldn’t discern. I squinted, trying to figure out what was going on in the scene; someone was pulling a lever, someone else was wearing a mask… My stomach lurched when the sickening details finally came together; a man tortured a woman, forcing her to wear a mask that made pools of blood drip to the floor. The man pulling the lever wore a silver cross around his neck.
“The inquisition?” I asked, feeling my face grimace.
“Reminds me of home,” he said, smiling slightly as his fingers caressed the gold frame. For a moment it seemed as if he’d forgotten that I was in the room. Then the smile faded as he sat down and gestured for me to do the same. I watched him carefully as I lowered myself into a plush black chair.
“Now, Rachel, I’d like to talk to you for a bit.”
“I’d rather not.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”
Much like I felt the last time I walked into the gallery, stupidity washed over me.
Why had I followed Isaac again?
“I’m not going to see Kerrie.” I didn’t bother phrasing it like a question.
“No,” he said, sneering as he opened a desk drawer. He made a show of rustling through papers as he started talking. “Now, did you know that the werewolves didn’t arrive in Morgantown until two hundred years after I’d claimed the land and established my coven?”
I shook my head.
He closed the drawer and tutted, ignoring me as he opened the one below it and continued to rummage. “When they first tried to claim this land we fought quite a few bloody battles.” He paused. “We moved fifty miles east and let them think that the land was theirs.”
As I fought the urge to run, I tried to remember Kerrie. I was here for her.
Isaac continued, “But at night we’d run to the forests where they hunted, and isolate them.” He smiled serenely at me as he found what he was looking for. “We picked them off one by one, using these.” He dropped a mid-sized axe on the desk, rust or something else on the sharp edge of it.
The smell of dried blood met my nose and I gagged, covering my face with my hand.
“Of course, after fifty years of doing this, we found a happy compromise. A treaty was formed.”
“Why would Matthew ever trust you?” I breathed.
“Because he’s a blundering fool who gives me far too much credit. And he doesn’t even know you’re here, does he?”
I stood. “I have to leave.”
“Do you understand my little history lesson?”
My green eyes met his blue ones and narrowed slightly. “The message was very clear.”
“I don’t want you around Kerrie. Let it go. Stop trying to contact her. Or...”
“Or?”He caressed the handle of the ax, slowly raising his eyes to meet mine as he sneered. “Use your imagination.”
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Just saw the movie. I guess I originally intended on explaining why it failed so much for me, but instead, I'd like to at least talk about its rare shining moments:
Monday, July 13, 2009
I've discovered this new book out (BRAND spanking new, hit the stores on June 11th) called Prada and Prejudice by Mandy Hubbard. I think the title sounds pretty cute, although I have to admit that the title is not what caught my attention. It was the newness of it...
While standing in the romance section I could hear them talk about my book. And one of them started reading the summary to the others, and it was SOOO hard not to slowly inch closer and closer to hear everything they said! But standing there listening to real teens read from my book was the highlight of the entire day for me. I held it together while in the store and then kinda-maybe-sorta burst into tears once in my truck. The cool part, though, is that one of the girls convinced her mom to buy the book."