Progress

Since the beginning of January I’ve been doing a lot of writing. And I do mean a lot. I’ve written nearly every single day between the hours of 1 AM and 6 AM. The story I started writing is one that’s been brewing in my mind for at least two years without ever actualizing because of life’s commitments. There was also the fact that I knew who I wanted my characters to be — I knew their names, their histories, and their present lives, but I could never figure out what the conflict in the story would be. You can’t have a story that’s just peaches and cream, right? A story without conflict isn’t a story.

Going back to when I started writing and posting stuff at 14, I don’t think I’ve ever began a story without knowing beforehand what conflict was going to arise. But I’ve had the writing itch for a while, ever since I graduated from university so I just decided to do it. On January 1st I put the pen to the paper and just went for it. So I started writing again and I realized that there was something I forgot in my long absense: you run into unexpected ideas. Halfway through writing the third chapter I had a grand moment of epiphany. The conflict came to me. It seems dumb now that I let myself sit on this idea for so long. All I had to do was start. And that seems so obvious now.

In my last blog/update in June, I noted that above all I have to write for myself. I have every intention of doing that with this story. I don’t think I really have much of a choice. I doubt that I still have an audience and even if I did, I’m not sure how interested they would be in reading this. That’s fine with me though. I am determined to finish writing this and have something complete again.

The writing kick I’m on may have been unintentionally encouraged by someone who recently read everything I have up on the site. Lana and Kieran are my favorite, I Could Have Lied is the one I’m most proud of, and Sitting, Waiting, Wishing is…still not completely posted. The person who read told me that SWW is actually her favorite and to please finish posting it. I know I’ve been saying for years that I’m going to get around to editing those last few chapters and finish posting it, but this time I mean it for real. Before she started reading, I’d actually decided that I was going to just take that story down. But then I went on the site and read all the chapters of SWW that are posted and realized, wow, I actually like the story. I guess even though I pay little to no attention to the site, there’s a reason I can’t let go of it after all this time. It’d be an accomplishment for me to see that story finally completed on the site.

I think I’ll be forever undecided on whether or not I should copy edit all of Lana and Kieran’s story. Before I started writing this post I was reading the chapters I have on the blog that have already been copy edited and I couldn’t help but think how cute they are. Is it wrong to think your own characters are completely adorable? I’m torn as to whether I should do the edit overhaul, or if it’s been too long and I should just leave everything be. I want the writing of all three stories to be to a standard that doesn’t make me cringe. It’s mostly Part One that I have a problem with, but there are spots in Part Two and Part Three I would like to fix, too. So I don’t know. But I’ll keep it on the backburner for the time being. It’s way more important for me to keep going with what I’m writing now.

Way back when, I made a couple of big site updates annually on March 12th, because it was the “anniversary” of the site opening all the way back in 2005. I will post at least a chapter of SWW and the new story on that day. Because I can and because I have to do this for myself. Maybe even a new layout!

Connection, Chapter Five: Shrimp Salad

Destiny. Part One. Connection.

Chapter Five: Shrimp Salad

On the fateful Sunday morning that I was to have dinner with the Parsons, I grabbed brunch with Sahara before we headed to the salon.  The hair appointment my mom booked had turned into a double appointment for my best girl friend and me.  At least I would have good company while I got ready for something I didn’t want to do.  My hair was revitalized and the tone was evened out.  My nails were buffed and perfectly manicured.  That part was all good and relaxing.  What sucked was picking out a dress.  I’d been dreading this whole thing, especially during the last week that I’d spent with Kieran, so I’d put dress shopping off to the last minute.

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Dirt Doesn’t Travel

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I just posted Chapter Four of Part One. Lana sees Tainted Fate play for the same time. I’ve always had a vision of that scene: what the venue looks like, the crowd, the way the band sounds. This song came out a few years after the very first version of that chapter was written but it’s always felt to me like the right representation of what I imagined.

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Connection, Chapter Four: Tainted Fate

Destiny. Part One. Connection.

Chapter Four: Tainted Fate

 The very next day was the night Kieran’s band was set to play a show.  I’d checked my appearance in the mirror so many times that I wouldn’t be surprised if my own reflection was tired of me.  I’d looked through absolutely everything in my closet to find something that didn’t scream Beverly Hills brat.  Clothes were strewn all over the floor of my walk-in closet and would serve as a reminder of my insecurities when I arrived back home.

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Connection, Chapter Three: Heightened Sensation

Destiny. Part One. Connection.

Chapter Three: Heightened Sensation

 “Hello loves!” Sahara greeted everyone as the two of us arrived at lunch at the end of the week.  We took whatever available seats there were and what do you know, mine was right next to Kieran.

Park Laine Academy didn’t have a cafeteria.  The food was gourmet, you didn’t even have to pay for it, and it actually tasted really good.  It was included in the annual overpriced tuition. Of course, you could go and have lunch off campus, but with only half an hour for lunch and only one class afterward (as graduating seniors of the Class of 2004), my friends and I hardly ever did that. The student body ate outside on the balcony set on three different levels, overlooking the ocean in Santa Monica.  It was another thing to like about school: it was outside of Beverly Hills.

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Connection, Chapter Two: Home Sweet Home

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Chapter Two: Home Sweet Home

 When I got home, there was someone to take my car away and park it in the garage that was fit for my family’s extensive amount of expensive cars.  I wanted to park it myself.  I was fully capable.  However, the guy, Carl, he insisted.  It was like we had our very own valet parking at our mansion. I said hello to a few of the maids who were cleaning, quickly running through the foyer and up the stairs, hoping that I was lucky enough to avoid my mother.  I was halfway up the stairs when a voice interrupted.  “Lana?”

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Connection, Chapter One: Park Laine Academy

Destiny. Part One. Connection.

Chapter One: Park Laine Academy

 Stepping out of my car, I grabbed my ugly blazer jacket off of the passenger seat.  My car, a dark blue Nissan 350Z, was one of the advantages I did like about being Isaac Harland’s daughter.  It was the epitome of style on four wheels.  “That’s all you want, just a Nissan?!” I remember my sister stressing.  I’d insisted that I should be able to drive myself around when I turned sixteen.  What normal sixteen year old wouldn’t want to?  I was granted that privilege and a new car of my choice.  I could have had a Mercedes-Benz, a BMW, a Ferrari, an Aston Martin, a Porsche, any car I wanted, really.  I chose my 350Z.  My dad didn’t care but my mom and sister had a fit.

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Connection, Introduction: This is How We Do

Destiny. Part One. Connection.

Introduction: This is How We Do

You could say that my life isn’t exactly normal.  Lana is my name.  Lana Harland.  My dad, Isaac Harland, owns Harland Enterprises Inc., better known as HEI.  Don’t ask me what the company’s all about because in all honesty, I don’t know.  Nor do I give a damn.  The main factor of explaining this to you is that we’re rich. Really rich. I was born wealthy, have had everything handed to me, and I’ll probably die that way. You know those people who are referred to as spoiled brats? That probably applies to me, as much as it pains me to admit it.

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