Just like a lot of people do around New Year’s, I set some goals for 2015. I’ve had trouble the last year balancing my college and family life with writing. So often, it is something that gets pushed aside for other things. I’ve had to focus more on visual art in pursuit of my degree. I do get a lot of satisfaction from creating visual art, either painting or photo-manips or even photography, but it’s not the same kind of satisfaction as putting words on a page to create a story.
And really, I have more to share. I have more to say, and I need to be saying it.
So, that leads me to my goal for this year: a thousand words a day, on any story I want. This also includes taking notes on my story ideas if I’m struggling to work on the actual prose. I’m terrible at writing my ideas down, but they fade if I don’t grab onto them when they come to me.
I have one story in particular that has taken possession of me. I’ve shared quotes a few times via my Facebook page, but I consolidated them here to share as well.
When he moved, I moved with him. I quickly forgot about everything but the tiny world in the closet. A secret world of silk and warm skin, of heavy breaths and soft thumps, of chocolate and erasers and hair gel. A world where the normal lines drawn between friends had vanished. –A Trunkful of Secrets, Dani Myrick
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What was I in for now? Maybe some old school blood-letting by leeches? Or something more modern, like electroshock therapy?
Was there any way of explaining this to her? I had half-ass managed with Erec, but I just couldn’t see pulling it off with Mom. There was no telling when something I might say would make things even worse. Then I’d end up in therapy again, reliving my birth experience to the amplified sounds of my mother’s heartbeat and encouraging yells of the therapist to push on through and seek the light. –A Trunkful of Secrets, Dani Myrick
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He licked his lips nervously. “Can I…can I take your clothes off?”
My arms shot in the air. Hell, yeah, he could take my clothes off. In fact, he could put me in pigtails and baby-doll pajamas if it meant his mouth would be on my junk again. –A Trunkful of Secrets, Dani Myrick
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“Seriously, dude, we’ll get caught!” Telltale wheezing accompanied his words.
This is your own fault! I waited all week for this.” We wrestled over his shirt. He was stronger, but I had a week’s worth of pent-up sexual tension to work out. And I had no problem ripping the damn thing off if I could. “I even researched, and you totally blew me off. Now, stop making me feel like a rapist and get naked!” –A Trunkful of Secrets, Dani Myrick
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I wanted to snarl every time I caught sight of her, as she continued to wiggle her way into Erec’s life. Sure, I realized that part of my newfound hatred might be pure and simple jealousy, with maybe a dash of insecurity. But part of it was the smug looks she seemed to give me, as if she totally knew I was her main competition, and it was a contest in which I didn’t even have the right to compete. –A Trunkful of Secrets, Dani Myrick
Oh, I also said I’d be sharing more Sugar Rush art, but I got sidetracked painting Kuroko and Kagami from Kuroko’s Basketball kissing, so, um, I’m posting that instead. Feel free to make me feel horrible about this utter betrayal of my own characters in the comments.