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This is an old story that I was writing. I didn’t like where it was going, so I stopped writing it. I am now showing you guys that story. It is only a short snippet, but it’s what I got done before growing bored of the idea. I hope that is fine!

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Hospital from Hell

Chapter 1: Birthdays of Regret

She is seventy-seven today. Mary spent most of her birthdays looking at the old photos taking from her old pageants, wishing she could go back to the old days and receive that internship with Marilyn Agency once again.

That was the best day of her life. She was sitting in the kitchen chewing on a piece of bland chicken that her mother attempted to cook, when the phone rang throughout the trailer she was forced to be crammed into. Mary ran to the phone and answered, hoping that it was the management of Marilyn, she had dreamed of that phone call since her first pageant, and spent many nights waiting by the phone for this one phone call.

“Hello, my name is Brian, the Main manager at Marilyn.”

Mary was speechless, could this be real? Could her dream really becoming true with this one phone call, or was it coming to an end? Without this internship, Mary could kill modeling goodbye. Her mother already stated that unless  she proved by her senior year that she could become a model, she wouldn’t be allowed to pursue that dream.

“Hello, Mary Vengerro?” Brian ensured that he had not been disconnected

“Yes, I’m here” Marys’ voice cracked, leaving her embarrassed on the line.

“Yes, Mary, I’m calling on the behalf of your most recent application.”

Mary smiled big as she awaited her life to change

“I’m saddened to inform you that you haven’t been selected to participate in this year’s internship program.”

Megan’s heart dropped, tears filled her eyes. She tried to keep her composer while on the phone, but the tears came, and hard.

“Mam, Are you okay?” Brian asked sincerely, but she didn’t answer.

“Mam?” Brian repeated, again no one answered. He disconnects the phone.

Megan slams down the phone then throws it against the wall; her mother heard the sound and rushed in her room.

“What are you doing?” Linda asked as she searched for damage on Megan’s freshly painted wall.

“Nothing, leave!” Megan screams, Her mother steps back and puts her hand up.

“Don’t talk to me like that, little missy!” Megan puts her hand over her face and begins to bawl. Linda sits next to her and grabs her.

“They didn’t want me!” Linda couldn’t tell what she said so she asked what she said.

“They modeling company rejected me!” The room got silent, Megan waited for her mom to grab her, but she didn’t.

“No duh, your too fat!” Linda’s words hit hard. Megan couldn’t hold back what happens next, she blacks out.

Her hand flies through the air and makes contact with her mom’s face. Her head snaps back, not expecting the blow from her daughter.

Megan gets on top on her and began to punch her. Linda’s face began to get swollen with each hit. Blood was seeping through her nose; her eyes were nearly shut from the abuse she was receiving.

“Stop” Linda Screamed, Megan swings hard, and hits her in the mouth. She pulls back her hand to see a tooth came out with the punch and now was in her fist.

Finally Amber pulls away. Realizing what she did, Amber runs out of the room. Linda was left there, gasping for the tiniest lung full of air, but each breath she took was full of her own blood.

Megan comes back in to the room, Linda is still lying there with no movement, her chest isn’t moving. Megan hurries over to her, hoping she isn’t dead.

She jumps on top of her mother. Feels her chest and sees that her mother was still alive. Knowing that her mother would put her in jail, Megan had to do something.

“Mom, dad did this you go that? I will kill you if you say I did!” Linda nodded in agreement.

Megan left the room and called 911.

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​There was an old story that was going to be something. I wrote 5 chapters before scrapping the project. Now, after years, I am going to show you guys the first chapter. Sorry about the spacing.. 

The pastor stands there holding his bible. He is dressed in a nice black suit with a red tie, that has a little button on the tip that says “Forgiven.” Indicating that anything that passes this world into paradise must first be forgiven by something bigger than ourselves.

“We are gathered here today to remember the life of Theordore Ramsey. Though he lived a short life, the length of time he had here affected many.” I could hear the agonizing cries from all of my friends and family, it is breaking my heart to hear the sound, but I cant do anything, which has to be the worse part!

“And though we don’t know why God took our young man, we have to believe that he has a purpose.” Ah that’s not right pastor, don’t tell them that, don’t make them question what purpose God has for my death. Telling them that will make them hate God even more! Be Sensitive to them!

I cant hear the pastor anymore? I guess that means he is done talking? I sure hope so, his speech was okay, but overall he needs help! There is no reason that I should be crying at my funeral, well besides the fact that I am dead. Other than that, I should not be crying, but with this pastor, I was bawling the whole time that he was speaking.

I thought they were about to put the roses on my coffin and seal me in the ground, but then I heard her voice, her sweet soft voice. The voice I fell in love with, the voice I would wake up to every morning. The voice I would hear screaming at me when I would make her made, even then it was beautiful. Her voice is voice that I will miss the most once I am six feet under. I hope I don’t forget that sound. I hope that every second I am in this coffin, I hear her voice.

She begins to talk about how we spent our life together, the best parts and she even talked about some of the rough parts. But there was one part of her speech that really touched me, it was the night before we split, it was a week before our wedding. Emotions were high, stress even higher, so I decided that I wanted to go watch the sunset, and get her home before ten like the old days. It went like this:   

It is 8 o’clock P.M. Central timing, if you were trying to imagine how dark it is at this point, it isn’t that dark, the sun is just pearing over the horizon. Usually the sun goes down by now, but for some reason it has decided that it wasn’t ready to leave its resting place for the night.

 I wish at this point that we could pause time and cherish the time that we have together, I never once took it for granted, but I never truly was appreciative for it. So maybe I did take it for granted.

We were lying on a blanket, luckly it was a nice night in Illinois, since the rest of the week after that was a complete mess, I believe that there was even snow in July? I hate weather inIllinois, it was more bipolar than my in-laws. I liked my in-laws, as much as I like kittens. They are nice from a distance, but when they get close, all they do is bite.

Anyways, we were lying on the blanket, I supported a pair of kaki shorts, where she wore her jean mini-skirt, I couldn’t keep my mind off her legs, making it harder for me to wait that week for our wedding, I just had to tell her that I wanted to wait. I believed waiting was the best option for our marriage. If something would have happened to us, and she wouldn’t of been whole for her husband, as she wanted to be, I would of felt horrible. So waiting it was. She just didn’t make it easy on me!

“I am getting a little chilly.” I wrapped her in my arms to help her body warm up, she enjoyed the feeling, as did I. We talked about the wedding the whole night, talking about the objects we still needed to buy and what we still needed to do for the special day. Which wasn’t much, we only had a few things left to do being: Paying the pastor and booking a hotel for our honeymoon. Overall we have all this wedding paid for, even though we didn’t decide to plan until six months before, because we are smart!

We are getting to the point in this memory where I cant remember all the details, even if I did it would be hard to explain, but I will try my hardest to give you all the correct descriptions!

We decided that at 9:30 we were going home, well it got to that time and we packed up the car with the blankets from her mother’s room. I wanted to drive 20 mph the whole way there, because after tonight the only time we were going to talk is if we had a question about the wedding. We wanted to build tension between each other to make it more exciting on our big day.

I dropped her off at her house, she gave me a long passionate kiss that I embraced happily knowing it was going to be my last one for a week. I went in for another one before she exited the car, but she smirked, and told me I had to wait. The torture was enforced, as she wanted me to cry on the inside, she wanted me to feel pain, for telling her she had to wait to have kids. She wanted me to regret my decision, and I was for sure.

I watched her as she walked into her house, it was late so she asked me to not go up to the door, as I said before in-laws are jerks, so I had to watch her from a distance. She turned around and gave me a blow-kiss. I returned the favor and drove off. 

 It was 1 A.m. when she got the call, telling her to get to the hospital. The doctor told her that I was in extreme condition and that I will not make it through the night. I then heard a loud scream, and crying, before blacking out.


Christmas is over.

Thank goodness for Christmas being over. This season has brought nothing but stress and fights, but it is over guys! Now, we get to look forward to a new year! 2016 was a pretty crappy year, but I have a feeling that 2017 will be a whole lot better! Even with the year not being the best, I have to look back on some great things that did happen, then I will write a short goal for 2017. I do plan on doing a New Years resolution post, but that will be on Sunday!!!

In 2016, We started out strong here on Impromtdude. In March, we were able to buy our first domain. That is right, we went from Impromtmaster.wordpress.com to Impromtdude.com. It was a small but amazing step to take. This was followed by getting my first hoodie and T-shirt. We also were able to raise our stats, by having one of post do super amazing, followed by a few others. Though we did amazing, we did fall short in a few other places.

We were giving a reward for continuously posting, but then one day lost all of that for us. I was too late one night, which ended that streak. This was the first time in almost a year that I didn’t post. Since then, I have failed to post daily. Its just hard to live life and do great things, stuff that I will write about, and post a blog every night. On top of all of this, I was starting to feel like this was more of a chore than a passion. This is when I realized that I was posting for stats, not for readers enjoyment. This is when I took a little time off. I have been off and on since then. But that is no problem, we will get back. Sometimes you just need a break. On other news, we are going to fall short of 100 likes on Facebook, which is pretty upsetting. This is something that I am going to change soon, but for now we will watch as I have failed to reach that number…

Now, we will talk about 2017.

Nothing could be as bad as 2016. You might have had a good year, but no one else did. 2016 was the year that took a huge amount of celebrities, two of my cars, my sanity and much more. That is why I am excited to get this next year started. With the new year, there will be a new goal for Impromtdude. This is something that I want to get back to and will attempt to do so in the next 365 days.

In 2017, I would love to build off of what we started. We were able to get apparel last year, I want to build on that. This will include a huge amount of items such as; Hoodies, T-shirts, hats, caps, sweat pants and/or socks. Now, not all the items will be available, but I hope to have something more for my dedicated fans. To build my fan base I will be making business cards/magnets. This will help my blog grow by giving me an easy way to promote myself when in public. But there is more! In 2017, I will be stepping out more and connecting with other writers. I plan on helping some people with their writing, writing with other people, having people guess blog, and many other amazing things. You will be seeing a lot of new faces. This is the best way to stay fresh; keep your blog enticing, by adding new opinions and faces. 

There will be more to come, but for now this is it. I will go into more detail Sunday, but know that 2017 will be the year that will make or break this blog. I really hope you will take this ride with me, because I can’t do this without you guys.

Also, I got a new laptop, so that is exciting!!! And I am getting glasses once this year ends. I can’t see crap, anymore. I finally know it’s time to get glasses.

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I have been thinking about this story. I use to love writing episodes for this story, but I noticed that no one has been reading them. This segment has the worst stats for any of my past post…but I want to continue the story, that’s where you come in! I would love to finish this long story out, but I don’t think it will be on this website. As much as I would love to, the thought of posting this weekly is overbearing. I spend a few hours, to edit, on these post, which is a lot of work for something that goes unnoticed!
I am thinking about writing this into a novel, then release it as so, unless you guys want it to stay on this blog, then release it as a novel, later. This is where I need you guys, which would you like?

Btw, this was the last post, I wrote, for Night Crawler Journals. Give it a quick read! 🙂

Night Crawler Journals: Before the cold hours!

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It’s the middle of the afternoon, but no one is moving in the Gore household. The trip to the hills was today, which meant they had a drive ahead of them, so they decided to sleep in, well until the baby began to cry. The silence was gone, the relaxation was over, it was time to get up and get moving.

Aeron opens his eyes and looks into Taylors, he kisses her. She slides out of bed, and puts on her bathrobe, and exits the room. Aeron rubs his eyes, trying to remove any crusty eye burgers from the corners of his eyes. He gets up from the bed, walks over to his dress and grabs his pants. He sits down on the side of the bed, and puts them on. They were a little tighter than he remembered, not something he wanted to endure for twenty-one long and boring hours, as he made his way across the country to go skiing with his wife. He takes off the pants, and decides to go in the path of basketball shorts. At least he could feel the blood circulating through his legs. Taylor walks back into the room, holding their 1-year-old.

“Aw, she’s up.”

Aeron stands up and relieves Taylor of holding Amy, she kisses him, then goes into the bathroom. The sound of a warm shower lifts through the air, as Aeron laid back on the bed and turned on the T.V. He rubs her back, while he enjoys an episode of Sports center. His eyes grow heavy again, and he slowly falls back to sleep, cuddled up with his biggest pride and joy.
A time passed, Taylor walks out of the bathroom, her hair was freshly curled, Fingers were recently painted, make-up applied smoothly. She smiled as she saw that Aeron was cuddled with little Amy. She walks over to him, leans down and gives him a passionate kiss. He opens his eyes slightly and smiles at his gorgeous wife.

“You are beautiful, nothing ever changes!”

She smiles and extends her arms, requesting that he hands Amy over. He does and gets up. He gives her another kiss, and walks into the bathroom. It was his turn to shower before they left. He gave the shower a quick run around, scrubbed his hair, arms, and chest, and rinsed his long curly black hair. The curls fought the heavy water and won. He opens the curtain, and steps onto the fuzzy bathroom mat on the floor. He grabs the towel off the rack and dries off. After drying his tan skin, he takes the towel and rubbed the mirror, revealing his scruffy face. He needs to shave. He looks into the cabinet, but can’t find any shaving cream.

“Babe, do we have any shaving cream.” He yells.

“In the bottom drawer of the sink.” She replies.

Aeron opens the sinks drawer and saw the can of, a local store brand, shaving cream. Though he usually uses Gillett, he remembers that he used the last of that, Tuesday. He needed to grab some at the store, but he forgot; so now he had to use an unappealing foamy substance that helps the razor cut into his skin. With nothing else to do, he slaps the lavender onto his skin, and begins to pull the sharp blades across the existing hairs. It took two swipes to cause the first cut. He lets out a baby cry, but continues; soon enough he’s done, and he enters into the bedroom. Taylor begins to say something about the razor burns, but stops as Aeron points at her. She laughs, and throws his shirt at him.

After packing up the car, Aeron is checking the fluids in their car; he was adding oil when Taylor appears around the car. She looks upset as she holds her phone. He stops what he is doing.

“You okay?”

“We can’t go.”

Aeron shuts the hood, and looks at her.

“What do you mean?”

Taylor grabs her stomach and gives him the phone. There is a text message from his mother, saying that they weren’t able to watch Amy, this weekend, since they have to work. Aeron gives the phone back to her, and rubs his forehead.

“We already have tickets, though.” He scuffs.

“I know! What do you insist we do, bring her?”

“Why not?”

“Well, I guess we could bring my sister along; she can watch her, in the cabin?”

Aeron walks towards the car. “Why can’t she watch her, here?”

Taylor opens the car door, and grabs her purse.

“I wouldn’t want to be that far away, from Amy, if she was watching her. She is only 16, you know.”

Aeron agrees to the plan, and they get into the car. On the way out of town, Aeron stops by Chelsey’s house, and picks her up. After picking her up, Aeron gets onto the interstate, and begins to head to Montana.

“Okay, so I will drive for ten hours, then you drive?” Aeron ensures that the plan is solid.

“I think that will work, but if we need to stop, it shouldn’t put us out much.”

“I will see how we feel, I feel energized, so we will see.”

“Okay.”

Chelsey spends most of the car ride sleeping and texting, she has her headphones in, listening to the new jams that recently came out. Taylor spends most of the car ride looking through her social media feed, but stops to read through her Peoples magazine. She is also controlling the music, using their new IPod. Aeron keeps his eyes on the road, momentarily glancing back at Amy, smiling at the weird faces she makes during naps. They stop a few times to get gas and food, but refuse to waste any other time.

Half-way through, it is time for the couple to switch. They were in South Dakota, only a few hours out of Helena, Montana, and a hour from the slopes of the Great divide. The excitement is enough to keep them up for the remainder of the drive. Though they were going to their Cabin rental, in Helena; they were going to the slopes tomorrow, a lifelong dream of theirs.  It was now Taylors turn to drive, even though she hates driving, she can tell that Aeron is getting sick of the view of empty roads, and tired, so she switches him.

It doesn’t feel long for the crew, but in no time, they are on the outskirts of Montana. Ten hours ago, they were in another state, but the boredom is getting worse. In the last hour, all their phones died and the IPod is on its last leg, which is their G.P.S, at this point. Aeron suggests they turn on the radio for music. Aeron searches for a local station, but as he searches through the channels, a certain noise draws his attention, it is a warning sound, indicating there is bad weather coming. He leaves it on the station. The national weather team was informing, the entire state of, Montana that there is a storm coming, one that could produce heavy snow and strong cold winds. They suggest everyone stay indoors, and avoid using transportation, as it could cause major accidents.

“What should we do?” Taylor asks, sounding very unpleasant.

“We might not be in that area, just keep driving.”

“But what if we die?” Chelsey shouts.

The baby wakes up and begins to cry. Aeron looks back at Chelsey with anger. Chelsey grabs the little girl, and begins to rock her back and forth; she tries to get her to calm down, soon Amy was asleep. They are only a few minutes away, now.
Aeron looks out the window at the sky. The sky was turning a bright pink color. There seems to be a storm coming, but Aeron assumes it’s not as severe as they say it is. The thought of the storm scares him, but he has wanted to ski for a long time.

“Make a left here, the cabin is behind that building.” Aeron points to an old abandoned building, in front of a giant tree. Taylor makes the turn, and goes down a few blocks, makes a right turn, then another left, and pulls into the cabins drive-way. After switching the car into park, there is a loud sound. The noise sounds like thunder; Aeron jumps out of the car and looks up at the sky. The sky is now a strange green and pink color. As he looks up at the sky, the wind picks up and the snow starts to fall.  
  The flakes are heavy; it doesn’t take long for the inches to add up. They quickly grab their stuff from the car, and run into the cabin. When they get into the cabin, they see a group of people sitting next to a fire. They’re telling stories, while drinking hot cocoa. The leader of the cabin stands up and walks over to them.

“Sorry, we are closed, due to the weather. Can I help you?”

Aeron shakes his head.

“Mam, we have a reservation to stay….”

“Oh, my bad, what was the name?”

“Gore, Aeron and Taylor Gore.”

The woman walks over to her computer and types for a second, then looks up at them.

“Oh, yes. I am proud to see you, your room is ready.”

Aeron grabs the key reading 308 and walks up the flight of stairs. It doesn’t take long to find the room. Aeron turns the nob, and walks into the room. The room is very cozy and warm, and it comes with a great view of the mountains. Chelsey pushes past them and walks to the window. She looks out in amazement, adoring the snow flakes that are falling from the sky. Aeron and Taylor meet her at the window, they all look out into the wonderland, cherishing the present moment.

As they look out the window, a local siren sounds off throughout the city. The only time Aeron has heard a sound like this, is when they are having a tornado. He didn’t believe they could have a tornado during winter, though. He assumed it was just a weekly test; he assured everyone, they were testing it in case of an emergency, but he is wrong, the storm was about to get bad.

They begin to unpack their luggage, when there was a knock on their door. Aeron walks over to the door and turns the knob. He opens the door to see an employee standing there. Aeron attempts to greet him, but is interrupted by the young man.

“Please, come with me.”

Aeron laughs as he tries to push the guy away, but the guy wasn’t leaving. Aeron gets a bit irritated, as the guy repeats himself multiple times.

“Leave us alone! We are guests.” Aeron slams the door and begins to walk away.

There is another knock at the door, this time Taylor walks over to the door, and opens it. It is the kid, again. Aeron sees the kid is still there. He walks back over to him, grabs him by the shirt, and throws him against the wall.

“I told you to leave us alone, you son of a b….” A woman interrupts the fowl language with a cough. Aeron looks down the hall.
There is a group of security standing with an old lady.

“What is going on?” Aeron releases the man.

“We need you guys to come with us! Its no longer safe here.”

Taylor nudges Aeron, and walks down to the woman. Chelsey, while holding Amy, follows. Aeron looks at the guy, in the eyes, and says sorry; he gets up, and pulls the guy from the ground. They make their way down the stairs, and into the lobby;  there is already a group waiting. Aeron grabs a hold of Taylors hand, as he listens to the manager of the Cabin Inn.

“We have stay on the bottom floor, until this storm passes. I got a call saying that the wind will be very strong. This building is old, and I am not taking any chances.”

“Oh come on, the winds wont be that bad, wind can’t be that strong, right?” Aeron shouted.

“Actually yes, it can be. We already have a foot of snow…..”

As the manager begins to describe the present situation, there is a huge crashing noise, this is followed by the roof caving in. The tree from on top of the hill has falling from the great winds, and it has falling onto the building. The old beams of wood can’t withstand the giant tree and gives out, causing the tree to fall through the building. Most of the people retreated, and got out of the way, but as the dust settled, there were puddles of blood under the tree. One of the puddles, of blood, was of the manager. Aeron was on the ground, cuddling his wife in safety. He looks around, trying to find Chelsey. He gets up from the ground and runs to the tree, there was a pacifier that said “Amy” on it. Aeron’s heart sank deep into his chest, as he began to scream. Taylor runs over to him and sees the pacifier, she drops to her knees, and begins to cry. But then there is a sound; Chelsey is screaming for Taylor, She looks over to Chelsey, which is holding Amy in her hands. Aeron smiles, clearing his tears from his eyes.

Aeron grabs the pacifier, and walks over to Amy. The upper floor gives out, and hurls a heavy beam down to the bottom floor. The beam lands perfectly onto Chelsey, crushing every bone in her body, also taking young Amy away from the loving couple. Aeron watches in disbelief, then begins to cry out, loudly. Taylor is crying uncontrollably as she tries to lift the beam from her dead sister and child. The beam wont budge, though.

“Help!!!!!” She screams.

Aeron tries to pull her from the beam, but she pushes him away. His pre-existing anger gets to him, and he pushes her back. This is the first time he has ever hit a woman. Taylor lands on the beam, but she fires back, with a piece of wood, knocking Aeron out, cold.

When Aeron wakes up, Taylor is gone. She took the car and left. Aeron gets up from the ground, and looks around. There is blood on the ground, covered by a foot of snow; the tree was still in the center of the room, and the beam was still on top of his daughter. He lets out a fainted moan as he falls back to the ground.

“I think I know where we can go.” A male offers his hand out to Aeron.

Aeron looks up to the man; He was a tall fella, he had a long beard, scruffy hair, he had a lazy eye, rotted teeth in the front, he had a dip, of tobacco, in his mouth, which he spit onto Aeron’s shoe. He wore a long flannel jacket. It seemed this guy was a part of a local lumber mill, or something.

“What’s your name?” Aeron asks.

“My name is Leo, would you like to come the hell on?”  

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   A year ago, I posted a status telling everyone about my novel, and offering someone a free copy when it came out. Since then I have scraped two versions of the story and have started to plan for a new idea. This will still have the original plan, but a different plot and storyline. I couldn’t get into the previous story, which overall just caused me to stumble back and lose interest in the story. While I lost interest in the original story, I have been planning a great new novel.
    I have started to plan the new story, which is in the outline process, and I hope to get the outline done within the next 2 months. From that point it should take 4 months to get this novel wrote. It seems impossible to get a novel wrote in 4 months, but with the help of a novel writing planner, I should be able to get this done in that time frame.
     Even though I can write the book in 4 months, it will take multiple months to get it fully edited, to the point of what I would want my name on. Either way, I really can’t wait to get this done, so I can finally say that I’m an Author.
     I am also working on the “The good, the great, the best.” Which is a project bringing all my great work together, slowly preparing my portfolio. I have a lot of post to go through, and that’s what Is taking so long on that project.
     I have a lot on my plate, and I couldn’t be more excited about it. This is the life of a writer. We start multiple projects and must find a way to get them all done, in a timely fashion. But I am excited, nonetheless. It feels good to see things coming together. I wanted to let everyone know that I am still working hard on those projects, and that I am hoping to have them done very soon! Thanks for all the support.

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I am a week down in one day!
Today is the first day of my vacation! Woot no work for a week! That means that the house is super quiet. The quietness always puts me in the mood to write. There is something about nothing moving that makes my creativity expand. This is great for the fact that I wanted to spend this week writing. I started at 9 a.m. and now it is 12 p.m., which is awesome since I already have six post written. Now this doesn’t mean that I will stop writing through the following weeks. I will still be writing daily, but this will help me stay ahead, and will give me more time to perfect my writing. With more time, I can spend more attention on editing and promoting. I just like the fact that I have been in this writing mood, and already have put a big dent into much of the work, that I need to finish this week.
This week is dedicated to getting enough time stored away, so that I can begin to write my novel. I still have to begin the outline, the structure, and everything else that comes with writing a novel. Since most authors can write a book in six weeks, I decided to challenge myself. I will be challenging myself to write a whole novel (rough draft) in only six-weeks after finishing the whole outline. This will take a lot of time up, which means that I will need a lot of coffee and support from you guys. Which I know is easy, since you guys are amazing!
I made a blog post a few days ago, telling you guys that was mass producing to write my blog, but I felt bad for doing that. Why should I take a break from you guys, so that I can write a novel, when I can do both. I want to be very honest, there is nothing more refreshing than writing daily, but last week, I wrote work for the whole week, on Tuesday, and didn’t write again for the rest of the week. That whole week, I felt really weird, almost sick. I have come custom to writing daily, so when I miss multiple days in a row, I feel like something is missing. That is why I have decided to get a head of the game, but also to manage my time,  so I can write daily. Now I know I would be writing daily, if I was writing my novel, but it isn’t the same as writing a blog everyday for you guys.
So I have decided that I will be making a schedule, so that I can be on top of my game; when I begin to write the novel ‘Drifting away.’ This schedule will give me time to write on my novel, but also the same time to write a blog for you guys. Now some of the post might be written for the future, but still I remind you that I will write daily.
I am proud to see that my blog is entertaining so many people, and I hope that you guys are happy with the next couple months, I can tell you that some amazing things are about to happen. So sit down, strap your seat belts and get ready for one hell of a ride!

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      Soon I will be taking my vacation from work. I am truly excited to take a week, in order to catch up on the things that I have been pushing off. My last vacation, I got to spend with my wife, she was able to take it off. She wont be able to receive the days off, since she got a promotion. Since she cant take it off, I will be spending a week by myself, well at least 40 hours of a week, alone. This is honestly great for me, it does suck that I can’t have my wife with me, but it will allow me to prepare for my biggest dream, to publish my first book.
The main reason, I haven’t wrote my novel, is from not having time. I work enough as it is, but then to add another 30 hours for this blog, I don’t have the time to write a novel. But I have a solid plan, one that will put me 90-days out from having my novel written.
I recently bought a book titled ’90 days to your novel,’ this book gives you a schedule that you have to follow, in order to help you write your novel fast. This is a great book, but when I began to read the book, the realization came to mind, I would have to stop blogging, in order to stick to the schedule. I just got back to posting every, so I felt bad that I might have to take a break, again. I chose to put the book away, and work on my novel periodically. But then I remembered that I have a vacation coming up.
Now the vacation isn’t enough time to write a novel, but it is enough time to write a bunch of blog post. I was over joyed when I thought of this idea, to write 4-of-the-6 post, for the next few months, then use that time, I would usually spending writing, to work on my novel. The idea was great, then I could sit down on Mondays and Thursdays to write the “Topic-of-the-week post,” in order to give you guys the vibe that I am still here. Then when I would usually write daily, I would spend that time, chunking away at my novel, until the little joy is done.
This plan isn’t fully set-in-stone, I still feel super bad for leaving you guys that long, It will feel so weird not writing for this blog, everyday. But I know that if I don’t, then the novel will never be wrote, and I will be even more mad about that.
Also, I will be using a chunk of my vacation to pick up on my portfolio. “The good, The great, and the best” is still in the writing process, and when I have more details, I will share with you guys. If you would like to receive notifications on all my projects, leave me a comment, and I will begin to email you with news. Thank you for understanding, if I leave for a while, in order to write ‘Drifting Away’ I hope that I can work around everything, but there will be more information after my vacation, for now we will continue to post everyday! Thank you! I love you guys!

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If I ever went blind, my life would fall apart in moments. I would start to freak out and probably would run out in front of a car, that is the sad truth, same as if I lost an arm or even a finger. I like my body the way that it is, but what about those who dont have the luxury that I do? How do they cope with not being whole, do they freak out like I would? Do they wake up in the middle of the night crying their eyes out, wishing that they had what other have? Do you ever sit in a chair and wonder these questions?
I feel bad for those people that are in need of help, but can’t get it. Wether the reason being that they cant afford the treatment, or maybe they are to far into their illiness to get help. I wish that I could help them recover from the horrible circumstance that they have falling into, it hurts my heart when I see someone hurting, knowing they can’t get the operation.
I know recent I have been feeling a little different in my body. My eye sight isn’t what it use to be, I feel I need glasses , but at the same time I have read some articles. These articles where from some eye doctor in California, and they were talking about torn retina’s. I read the symptoms and though I only had one symptom, my brain started to play senarios in my head. “What if you have that?” “You don’t have the money for the operation” “Your going blind.” I had to shut those voices up, they were really tearing me down, so I read into more eye conditions, even talked to a few people, and finally came to the conclusion that I am fine, that I wont be going blind, but the fear was real enough for me. This is what inspired me to write my novel “Drifting Away.”
“Drifting Away” is a novel that revolves around a young couple that would have never imagined that they would have been together. They were young, full of life, not quite ready to slow down. They both had their own futures to pursue, where one was going to New York, the other was going to California. Each one wanted to be an artist, one a writer the other a musician. But when they began to get hot in the summer, they decided to find nutrual ground, give up their scholarships and follow each other. Though their families dissapproved fully, they didn’t care, they wanted each other.
All was fine when they went to Florida to vacation before they started college in the fall. They were having fun, laughing, sharing memories, and getting to know each other better. This was until the night they went night swimming. There was something in the water the night that they didn’t see, the young male hurt his back and was admitted into the hospital. The doctors treated him for the right thing, but things got worse. He began to lose mobility in all of his limbs, and soon began to lose his eyesight, ruining his chances to become a writer if it continued. But she sat there next to him everyday, that was until her family got there and pushed her away. They were convincing her to leave the young lover, saying that she deserved better than what he was going to become. Now she had to decide between two things: Her future or the love of her life. She needed to decide fast, because each moment she waited, he was drifting away.
I am planning on finishing the novel in the next year, and trying to get it published, in which I will donate nearly all proceeds to a charity to help people get operations that they desperatly need. So would you buy?