To whom it may concern...
As anyone who has been reading my work should know, I haven't been posting much recently.
I've been really busy with exams and my dad has been using the laptop for work, and I've been suffering from a critical case of writers' block.
Long story short, I'm pretty sure that will be continuing with First Impressions, as I think I can go somewhere with it, but unfortunately I'm not so sure about The Resistance. I started writing it when I was sick and I didn't actually plan it in my fuzzy, dysfunctional brain.
What I mean is, I'm not sure that I can finish it. I have no idea what to do with it now.
I might pick it up at a later date, who knows, but I've been working on another fic. It's coming along nicely and I think I'll start posting chapters soon, since I don't want to leave you all hanging.
~SPOILER ALERT~
"I've never killed anyone before, never even come close, and my hands shake unceasingly as I root through his dresser drawers. I keep glancing furtively over at the body, hoping that I’ll glance over and it’ll miraculously not be there, the whole thing will be a horrid hallucination and he will still be at the office. Alive. I can see the corpse lying awkwardly against the chest of drawers, the chest of drawers that I need to access, and my stomach does a somersault. I start to wonder how I’m going to focus back on the task at hand. I tentatively scoot my foot under his limp torso and shift it a couple of centimetres. Shit, he’s really dead. His body is heavy and I manage to shift it a few more centimetres until it slumps heavily out of my way."
This is a snippet of the new fic. I think you guys are going to like it. I'm loving writing it at the moment, and I think I might actually get somewhere with this.
Anyway, thanks for sticking around!
~Angela
I've been really busy with exams and my dad has been using the laptop for work, and I've been suffering from a critical case of writers' block.
Long story short, I'm pretty sure that will be continuing with First Impressions, as I think I can go somewhere with it, but unfortunately I'm not so sure about The Resistance. I started writing it when I was sick and I didn't actually plan it in my fuzzy, dysfunctional brain.
What I mean is, I'm not sure that I can finish it. I have no idea what to do with it now.
I might pick it up at a later date, who knows, but I've been working on another fic. It's coming along nicely and I think I'll start posting chapters soon, since I don't want to leave you all hanging.
~SPOILER ALERT~
"I've never killed anyone before, never even come close, and my hands shake unceasingly as I root through his dresser drawers. I keep glancing furtively over at the body, hoping that I’ll glance over and it’ll miraculously not be there, the whole thing will be a horrid hallucination and he will still be at the office. Alive. I can see the corpse lying awkwardly against the chest of drawers, the chest of drawers that I need to access, and my stomach does a somersault. I start to wonder how I’m going to focus back on the task at hand. I tentatively scoot my foot under his limp torso and shift it a couple of centimetres. Shit, he’s really dead. His body is heavy and I manage to shift it a few more centimetres until it slumps heavily out of my way."
This is a snippet of the new fic. I think you guys are going to like it. I'm loving writing it at the moment, and I think I might actually get somewhere with this.
Anyway, thanks for sticking around!
~Angela