I'm having such a fun time writing this version of the book, because I'm doing three separate POVs. It's so much more interesting than the single POV I used in the first version.
Getting to explore the inner thoughts of the two main supporting characters is fleshing out the emotional arc of this story in a much more satisfactory way.
Look at this goober who doesn't even know he's in love yet:
Besides, Lucas didnāt date. He always told his friends he wanted to avoid complications, but in reality, he just hadnāt met anyone he thought was worth the effort. All of the girls at St. Barnabas were boring. Pretty, angular, and predictable- like origami copies of each other.Ā
There was one person he found interesting. Not that he knew anything about her. Theyād had a few classes together, and he always found his eyes drifting in her direction. Sheād never given him a second glance. He was pretty sure she didnāt even know his name, but he knew hers.
Alleluia. Such a strange name. It suited her, though, with her deep-set dark eyes and her hair floating like a curly halo around her face. She wasnāt pretty or predictable- she was striking. He remembered being shocked by her deep, musical voice when sheād read Helenaās part in A Midsummer Nightās Dream last year.
It wasnāt a crush. He didnāt think so, at least. It was more of aā¦ strong interest. He was fascinated by the way this girl acknowledged nothing and no one, the way she flowed from class to class as if held in a gravity all her own. Heād asked around about her a few times, and no one seemed to know anything. Well, that wasnāt true. Emory had said she was an orphan, and Maddie said she lived with a couple of weird aunts who ran a crystal shop in Cassadaga. Maddie had gone to their little blue house in middle school for some sort of group assignment, and she was pretty sure the place was haunted.
If that was supposed to put him off, it didnāt work.
Maybe he was drawn to the way she abstained from all of the unspoken rules. He wished he could do that. Maybe heād just never before met anyone as aloof as he tried to be. Could he even say heād met her? Barely. She probably couldnāt pick him out of a lineup.Ā
He was missing one of his only classes with her right now, in fact. Third period chemistry. Maybe it was this thought that compelled him, finally, out of the car. Or maybe it wasnāt. But something shook him out of his inertia and sent him walking at a fast clip toward the science building.Ā
Henry had his first Indian buffet experience today. Naturally he ordered some chicken nugs, but he also tried a few things, including this spicy chili lol. He all about trying spicy stuff lately.
A (young, male) client of mine was complaining about a certain type of customer he has to deal with a lot, an "older woman who is just mad at the world because no one finds her attractive anymore." I rankled at this a little but didn't show it, opting to just let him vent for a while. He went on and on about this type of woman who has a chip on her shoulder so she makes life harder for everyone, bitching about insignificant stuff and taking out her frustrations on low wage workers. I was like, "yeah, I can see that." I was picturing like a 65+ "Karen" type of white woman. We've all met a few of those. Then he said, "totally. Like the kind of woman who hit 42 and no one wanted to fuck her anymore, so now she hates the world."
And I was like hang on...42? FORTY-TWO years of age is what we're going with? "No one wanted to fuck her anymore??" Brother, have you seen some of the women in their forties lately? Scorchingly hot Hollywood stars in their forties. Even fifties!
What an absolutely insane take. Not to mention that most middle aged women are angry not because no one wants to fuck them, but because their hormones are insane and no one seems to care. And because they've run out of people-pleasing energy.
Guys I was very brave last week and auditioned for well known LGBTQ choir here in Nashville. They do all kinds of cool shit like performing at the symphony and singing background on albums and doing stuff for Pride. I felt drawn to it for years but I was always too scared to audition.
Well I did it and GUESS WHAT.
Ahhhhh! Iām so excited! And so proud of myself! And mostly Iām just stoked to make new friends and do something fun. Singing is so good for my nervous system and singing regularly in a big group of queer folks is some of the best medicine I can imagine. I canāt wait.
Yāall, I bought some of this salt the other day and it straight up makes everything sandy. Like I thought I had dirt or sand on my food two or three times this week before I realized it had to be the salt. Looked it up and lo and behold! Lots of people with similar complaints. I guess it has ānatural unrefined mineralsā including SILICA which is SAND. How is anyone ok with this? Iām eating a gritty waffle right now and processing my refund.
You know I generally think Iāve gotten over my attraction to smart, charming addicts, but the dream I had last night about Hunter Biden begs to differ.
I found a gorgeous French flax linen duvet for super cheap on fb marketplace but it was this charcoal color I didnāt love, so I just dyed it a lovely chocolate brown and now Iām making a cutie little dress š«š„°
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