I feel so productive

19 Dec

I’m not technically doing anything that I should be doing, like looking for a new job, or cleaning the house, or working out, or finding a cure for cancer (okay, that last one is a little unreachable), but I am working on my novel. I’m already 27 pages in, which means that I have about 300 left to go. I’d like to have a good-sized novel, one that’s actually legitimate, that may get some respect once I go through the bazillion drafts before I go find a publisher. But I’m totally serious about this. If Stephanie Meyer can get published and become a best-selling author, why can’t I? I think I’m a better writer than she is. I think I could outwrite S. Meyer. Maybe not outsell her, since teenage girls go crazy for Twilight. It’s like crack to them. It doesn’t make that much sense. I could be the fact that Bella is so void of a character, that any lonely little teenage girl can put herself in the story in place of Bella, and they can fall in love with a sparkly vampire.

But this wasn’t the reason I wrote this blog, I’ve had enough entries ranting about Twilight, but I did write this entry to give everyone an excerpt from my novel, so far.

Erika’s house was confusing to maneuver through. I walked behind Aimee trying to find Erika and the rest of the editors. As soon as you entered Erika’s house, there was a long set of stairs that went what seemed like straight down. We made our way down the narrow stairs, still baffled as to what exactly we were doing there.

“Marie, do you know where they are?” Aimee asked, as we shuffled down the stairs.

“Don’t look at me! I know just as much as you.”

Just then, I felt a cold hand over my mouth and someone put a blindfold over my eyes, although I could still make out what was on the other side of the blindfold. Greg turned me around and led me to another part of the house, not saying a word—I’m not sure if he knew that I knew it was him. Aimee and Pete followed us, and we soon saw a bright back porch with all the other editors sitting in a circle in the grass. Greg brought me to the middle of the circle and sat me down before he took his place outside the circle. Pete sat Aimee right behind me, and I could tell that she was a little more frightened than I, as her glasses needed a new prescription and she couldn’t see a thing. One by one, more of us newbies arrived, and the same thing happened to them as did to us. We sat in the circle for 15 minutes, and no one spoke. It was an eerie feeling, even though we knew we were outside on the grass.

“Welcome to the Cerberus staff retreat!” Erika finally shouted. “That was your first task, and all of you passed.”


So that’s one part of it. Here’s another, completely out of context.

“Oh, Penelope called, and Beth wants to go to the basketball game tonight. So if you go, you can drop her off, right?”

“Of course mother.” For some reason, my mom always called me while I was driving, but she never actually wanted me to answer the phone. And when I didn’t answer the phone, she would get really angry because she didn’t know where I was. She put me in an annoying catch-22.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, what did Penelope say?”


She hung up on me.

As I passed Exits 129 and 130, the adult superstore, the all-night eatery, and the dozens of car dealerships, I wondered why Penelope had called, because she never called. Not once in my entire time on staff.

Was someone there? Did she need my help? Was something wrong?

I was too excited to really stop and get gas, which I desperately needed. I’d been running on empty since exit 117. But I think that the amount of adrenaline that I had could run my car all the way to Seattle instead of the petroleum gas that dispensed from the gas station at $3.40 a gallon. We were in an oil crisis. Damn overseas trade.

As soon as I pulled into the familiar bus parking lot of Inland Bay, I recognized many more cars than I had all year. I saw Russ’s blue bug, Mark’s mammoth 4×4 truck, Regan’s blue mini hybrid, and one car that I hadn’t seen in a long time—the 80s red hatchback.

The hatchback that had escorted myself and four of my peers around town to sell ads sophomore year.

It had been a year and a half since I’d seen that red hatchback.

I peered around the corner back to where the door to room 350 stood, and I could see Greg through the window.

And the biggest smile came upon my face.

So let me know what you think, and if you’re interesting in seeing any more of it, too bad. Because that’s all I’m giving up as of now.

❤ Abby


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