So I do NanoWrimo every year (well the past three years) and I have only actually conquered Once (my first year). So basically I know with my track record that I will write some then forget about it then finally remember and cram for the last two days, then fail. — Still, I have to admit that I get some good writing done… or silly writing depending on my mood.

Perhaps this is one of those things where it’s not the destination that matters…. its the journey?

Or maybe it is whatever you make it to be…..

So still the question is…. To Wrimo or Not to Wrimo?
Apparently I’m not that helpful at talking my way through this and form a conclusion…..
Brittina Decision Making = FAIL!

In case you haven’t heard I am actually looking into getting my novel published.

Those are scary/awesome words but it’s the truth. And I actually have a few publishers I am looking at and also trying to determine whether I should self publish. I agree, I might be getting a little ahead of myself because my book isn’t even near finished and I’d die before I let someone professional-ish read my skeleton of a book BUT I am moving forward with it all and excited about the outcome…. (And the income! HA!)

But seriously, No matter what happens: YOU WILL SEE ME IN PRINT! And dreams will come true if only my wicked-sweet friends and family read me because I could have never even imagined the amazing life, talents, people, etc that I have now. So thank you all for that. And I’ll be sure and keep all ya’all updated.

LOVES,

Brittina

Again- Nothing is set in stone yet, this is just a random scene that I’ve written for the book so far and it prob won’t make any sense unless you know what the book is about but I’ll post more on that later….. Stay tuned!

Chloe still looked beautiful even though black traces of her makeup were embedded across her porcelain skin. Her eyes were not as bright as they usually were, and looked worn and older as though something worse was about to be known.

“You must think I’m pretty stupid huh?” She asked, her voice breaking as she tried not to sob.

Evey tried to look away and pretend she wasn’t watching her. “Not at all. You have every right to be upset about what happened back there.” She said coolly.

“Yeah well…. You must think I’m a total train wreck. My reputation is really on the rocks…. I just never thought life would get so shitty, you know?” She wiped away a stream of colors and moisture with her sleeve.

“Chloe, He’s just some jock idiot, You know? You can get any guy. I mean, You could even start dating college boys If you-.”

Chloe choked a laugh and shook her head. “Evie, You don’t get it! You’re not from around here….. I mean this really is the end of the world for me… You don’t know….You don’t get it here. Things like this just don’t die. Peoples’ memories are forever. And that’s all that really matters. ”

Evie became very confused. “What are you talking about? Zach is just ‘some guy’ trust me there will be more.”

“Evie…. I’m….. I…… “ She shook her head in disappointment. “I… I can’t tell you. But it’s a big deal. I just can’t do it right now.” She finished weakly.

Evie was still confused. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. It will just take some time to heal. But I promise it won’t be anything too scarring. You’re young I mean we’re like barely sort-of almost adults. ”

Chloe shook her head. Still crying. And driving faster than usual.

“Look, do you want me to drive? We could go get some ice cream or something.” Evie nervously suggested.

Chloe’s expression remained the same. It was quiet for several minutes. The car started down the dark canyon. Lights from houses and families were distant and buried beneath the thick, icy fog.

“You know every time I pass this hill I think about something….” Chloe began. “I think about what would happen if the car went down that hill…..”

Evie quickly became alarmed at her comment. “What… what do you mean? We would die.” Taking a quick glance down the edge.

Her face became more lively and entrancing as she spoke. “I mean would it be quick?… Would it be better or poetic even? Would it be in slow motion or would I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt at the end?… It could be like the beginning of something I don’t even know about?”

Her breathing became uneven as though her brain was processing the thought more and more. “It would just take one little  turn then it would all fade away to nothing, or something….. I mean, I don’t know but, it’s the unknown and it has got to be a lot better and easier than where we are… People could understand that wouldn’t they?” She spoke as though it were a monologue that no one but the audience of a prominent play were supposed to overhear. The kind of thoughts that no one wants to speak, hear, and especially deal with.

(This is prob going to be in the beginning of the book, It hasn’t been editted yet its just a preview)

The dark shadows in the canyon started absorbing everything below it. While the sun set on an old phase of her life and was reborn into the darkness. It was as though the world started moving more slowly around her as she stared out, resting her forehead on the window overlooking her new life.

“Evie.” The woman spoke. “Please try to understand why we are doing this. I can’t stay in Tucson anymore it’s making me crazy. It’s… it’s just too small of a city….. Your Dad….” She shook her head and stopped. Just moments later her phone rang saving her from uttering the words she had spoken so many times.

“Helloooo.” A large smile broke out across her face as she talked distractedly barely noticing the stretched road before her. Her giggly and flirtatious conversation filled the car. Though she did not condone her Mother’s bad driving, especially while distracted on the phone, It was one thing Evie had to admire about her Mother; That she could be authentically happy when a distraction arose. Evie put her headphones on and listened to something to suit the moment. Her thoughts were interrupted when her brother, Noah, rolled over on the seat opposite her entangling himself in his seatbelt. He had been sleeping most the drive. She ran her fingers through his hair lovingly. He wore his favorite dinosaur shirt and shorts. His legs were hanging awkwardly in the air, too short to touch the floor, and his light-up robot shoes with the worn untied laces dangling about. He held his stuffed lion close to his chest, it had been a gift from his father on his fifth birthday just a few months before.