Day 2: 3/7/2011

Hello again (if anyone will be reading this). today i had little time to write but still did some brainstorming for what is for right now called "The Hotel Story". Hopefully I will write more tomorrow and will be able to post it. Thanks for reading, best regardes...

Day 1: 3/6/2011

Today i am trying to take what I hope will be my first step at becoming a writer by creating this blog and by writing the first page of what will either be a short story or possibly a novel. Here is my fisrt draft of that first page:

The Hotel Story

            Rodney Knight closed his eyes and rubbed then with his knuckles, then turned his eyes back to the blinking cursor on his bright computer screen. His eyes were tired; hell his whole body was tired. He had barely slept the last few weeks working on his new novel. His eyes were red from looking at his small laptop screen, the tips of his fingers were sore from the pushing the keys of his small laptop keyboard, and his ears sick of the tapping of the keys of the same small laptop keyboard.

            Why does he do it? Because he loves it of course. Why else would anyone chose to become an writer? Ever since he was a small boy he had loved a good story and had spent the rest of his life vowing he would create one of his own. And he had. He had made it big with his second novel “Nowhere Boys” a story about a group of young boys who were able to see and communicate with the undead. Critics loved it, but of course they did. It was scary and people have always been attracted to scary stories. It’s in human nature.

            But now as his sore red eyes stared at his computer screen he had for the first time in his life, writer’s block. He got up from his seat and walked through his bedroom door into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, let the water heat up and then washed his face. After drying himself off with a towel he looked at himself in the mirror. At forty-six years old he would have to say he got off pretty good. His hair was graying slightly but not in a way that over powered his neatly kept brown hair. He had blue eyes that sparkled when he laughed and strong chin and cheek bones.

            His eyes wandered to the growing black stubble that was sitting on his chin and reaching with both arms over the top of his lip into a scratchy moustache. Rodney looked down at his expensive electric shaver and then thought against it. He liked his beard.

            Rodney walked out of his bathroom and back into his bedroom. His tired eyes scanned his room and then he walked back to his laptop, powered it down, and then walked downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee. After a big cup of what his dad had always called “Joe” he poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at his large kitchen table in the middle of the room.

            Rodney looked around at his big, well stocked kitchen. Rodney was lonely and wasn’t afraid to admit it. After his wife had left him two years ago he had kept the big house and lost his two kids Theodore (named after his father), and Violet (named after his wife’s grandmother). He still got to see them every once in a while but it wasn’t the same not taking them to school every day or tucking them in every night.

            When he finished his bowl of cereal he put it in the sink and walked back up to his bedroom. He walked in and pulled open the curtains inviting the light to lie in his bed and sit on his carpeted floor, then looked out the window at the surrounding neighborhood. His eyes burned in the sun but he smiled all the same. Despite his situation it was a beautiful day.

            After losing the love of his kids and the love of his life things had really gone downhill and he turned to his writing for comfort. That’s when he wrote “Nowhere Boys” after a dream he had which ended up being the outline for his novel. So I guess you could say that it wasn’t all bad, what happened. He went through hard ships, but he was alive, healthy, and growing to become wildly famous.

            After selling the rights to his second book things had taken off pretty quickly. To put it sweetly he made a lot of money and became noteworthy in the world of professional writers. He had interviews, book signings, and everything he needed to get word of his book around. And people seemed to like it, so he was happy. But now after the pressure of his first book he had hit a mental road block. Everyone was expecting another bestseller, there were even rumors spreading around that it would be a sequel to “Nowhere Boys” which was actually what he was trying to write.

           

Feel free to comment and be brutally honest. Thank you, best regards