I took a shuddering breath. My lungs felt like they were about to cave in. What was this? I must be seeing things. There was no way this was a video game. Stuff like this didn’t happen in real life. This was real and I knew I was going to die. There was no way around that.
Somehow I managed to look away from the screen. There were figures around my bed but I couldn’t tell who they were. One of them held my hand, squeezing tightly. I felt their warmth but didn’t have the strength to squeeze back. Their voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. There were two others by the foot of the bed. I couldn’t recognize their faces either.
My memory was a bit hazy. I remember an accident and that my parents had been with me. No one had told me about them and I couldn’t manage to. Would they tell me if I asked? I couldn’t move either. My strength faded with each passing moment.
Again the screen flashed with the two options.
Maybe I was crazy for entertaining the thought. It wasn’t like I had any regrets. I got into a good college and attended school for two years, but I hadn’t enrolled for the next semester. There wasn’t anything I wanted to be. I’d thought if I took some time off, I could decide.
My parents had been okay with it. It’s why we decided to go on a family vacation . . . but then the accident happened. It was all coming back to me. And I knew, deep down, even if no one told me, that my parents were gone.
At the thought, my throat squeezed painfully. There was no point in staying then. There was nothing for me here.
Tiredly, I looked at the screen again. ‘Try again’ or ‘End Game’, huh? The decision was easy enough.
Gradually, my vision darkened. The darkness started from the corners of my vision. It spread towards the center, darkening the blurred figures. Finally, the darkness reached the center and my vision went black.
One of the things I try to look out for in my writing is unnecessary characters. Sure, as writers, we must populate the story but when is it too much? How can we identify these unnecessary characters?
I like to use the sexy lamp test. This test doesn’t apply only to the relevance of a female character, it applies to other characters as well. If you can replace a character with someone else – or a lamp in this case – they aren’t necessary. The test can also be applied to your main characters.
If, for some reason, you really want a certain character in the story because they bring something unique then, maybe the character needs more work. Flesh them out. Every character has some sort of motivation that gets them through the day and if after all that, the character still doesn’t work then, cut them. You can always recycle them for later.
Now that I’m feeling better, I can put this put. It’s a neat image that I found on Pinterest. The website gives you a timeline on Food, where specific food began, and the start recipes with certain food items. This is a great tool if, like me, gets obsessed over learning if people ate ice-cream during a certain period of time or not.
I’ve been MIA for the last week. Most of that is my fault. Planning a wedding is probably the hardest thing I have ever done. I’ve narrowed it done to two venues but I have to wait and see about that pricing if you know what I’m saying.
More good news. I began writing and publishing the sequel to The Vampire Prince goes to High School on wattpad. As I mentioned, I don’t think it’s the greatest work out there and it is terrible and so cringy but my fans think it’s perfect. It’s because of them that I’m even writing a sequel. I have enough material to write a sequel and shouldn’t have trouble writing but, at the same time, I can’t help but feel that I’m going to have a tough time creating content weekly.
To top it all off, I was even told that my better written story, and also published on wattpad, (Crimson Queen) showed a lot of potential and should be edited. I don’t know how to feel about that.
But I can tell you how I feel health wise. I feel terrible. So, my finace started clinicals for nursing school and goes to a hospital for twelve hours or less. He comes home and starts hacking up a lung. Well, I breathe the same air and bang, I’m done for the count. I’m not as bad as him and he has medication but, at the same, I laid in bed and on the couch a few days because I feel terrible.
The road to recovery is slow. Hopefully, I get better soon.