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@amabaeza said : Si on pouvait changer de programme pour ce soir...
Tu n’aimes pas ?
@amabaeza said : C’est toi la plus jolie!
Je sais que je suis pas mal, mais tout de même. Tu me fais sérieusement de l’ombre.
PHONE CALL ☎ AVERY & DAN
D: sighed as he sat on his couch, one of many drinks he had drowned himself in that day in his hand. He hadn't been able to get Avery off of his mind since they spoke. Knowing she was in Chicago and they weren't speaking was eating at him. He was at the point in drinking that he couldn't hold up his walls anymore and he dialed her number.
Progress:
I haven't written anything in so long, but I wrote a piece of poetry for my boyfriend yesterday and now I'm working on "Amiya" again, finally.
I wrote so much today - granted, it's an addition to a snippet I wrote of book 2 and I'm still on book 1, but it's better than nothing.
1,281 words and counting.
Content warning for the passage below: Contains allusion to a character’s Eating Disorder
Here's a passage I just wrote:
“Her forearm is so small. It feels almost breakable. I can almost wrap my hand all the way around it, and the realization rattles me. 'She's just in shock. She's terrified and she doesn't know what to do. Someone's out to kill her, or me, or both of us and that's why she's lost her appetite.' I think to myself, but I know even as I think the words, that it's not the full truth. But how can I broach the topic of her disorder without making it worse? "I know. Amiya, just stay behind me, okay? Trust me." Leila says softly, patting my hand in a reassuring gesture, but all I can focus on is the ice in her touch and how she's withering away right in front of me. 'I can't lose you. Not now. Not when I've just found you again.' I think to myself, but all I do is nod and stand behind her, my shield already breaking in two before she even opens the door.”
I love being back with Amiya and Tillian, especially where this next book takes place, because it's so different from the first one. The first one is more centered around mystery and espionage and hidden truths, whereas this second book is more around finding answers, murder because Leiliana is an assassin, and finding out how the other half lives and works.
I’m so glad I got out of my writer’s block and I’m actively putting words down on paper, and trying to get back into my characters perspectives because Amiya and Leiliana, and even the supporting characters like Tillian and Selena, and Reyna, are so complex and I really love the themes and the story that I’m crafting.
That’s it for now. I’m gonna get back to writing.
CampNaNoWriMo Update:
First day of Camp! And i blew through the third chapter.
I really went out there with how i wanted Amiya's parents to meet - figuring out how exactly their paths would cross while simultaneously interweaving their Spy occupations into it.
Just one question stuck me:
If they are both Spies, how did they first meet?
I could go for the "they both work at different agencies" spiel, and i used that for sure, but what i really wanted to know was how they both acted Undercover.
So, i made them meet when they were both very deep Undercover, at a coffee shop, while Amiya's mother, Selena, was sticking to her Cover like glue.
I didn't write to any music this time - the words just kind of flew out at me so i ran with it.
Here's a little snippet of how Amiya's parents first met:
"She had walked into the coffee shop, ordered a mocha frappucino with extra whipped cream, and found a quiet place to wait for her order while simultaneously looking for her subject she needed to tail. She didn't hear her cover name being called to pick up her order - "Helena Lowe? Your order's up."
That's when Dad stepped in - all Spy-Undercover-in-a-shining-white-Golfer's club t-shirt - and scooped up both his and Mom's coffee. Unfortunately, Mom decided at that moment to sneak off to the Ladies room to review her 'Cover' files.
Two Undercover Agents, both unaware of who the other is, colliding into each other -a coffee and all of Mom's notes crashing to the ground.
An undercover Spies worst nightmare."
I loved getting to figure out how Amiya's parents met and how their relationship started.
That's all for today. Hopefully i can write tomorrow too.
CampNaNoWriMo Update:
So i found another tv show that i could use as inspiration for "Amiya". It's called The Lying Game. It used to be on Abc family or Freeform now (blah!). But like every good show on that stupid platform, it gets canceled.
It’s a writing day today, or at least it was supposed to be. I think I’ll write tonight because I’m hanging out with my dad for father’s day.
I’m finding new music that relates to the characters and the story so I’ve been putting a playlist together besides just throwing them all on my Writing playlist.
Um, I wrote one sentence so far today. Hopefully, I can write more than that later tonight.
Here’s the snippet I wrote if you want to read it:
“My mother, Selena, is the best field agent known in the Agency.”
Yeah. That’s literally all I have today so far. Hopefully, I can write more tonight when I’m not blocked and it’s quiet.
Happy writing.
- Kitties-and-studies (June 17th, 2018)
Camp NaNoWriMo Update:
I’m setting up my CampNano and NaNowriMo profile for “Classified: Amiya Blair”, as well as writing a little bit.
Nothing really concrete. More so just snippets of scenes that will happen in this book or other books in this trilogy.
Here's what I wrote today:
“Don’t you touch her.” My voice shook with rage. My vision swam with red. All I could think - all I could see - was my sister being taken away from me again. Flashes of the car accident were coming back to me, of Leila being ripped away from me and not knowing why. "Don't you touch her. Don't you dare touch my sister!" I screamed, running towards the man who had his arms around Leila's waist.
A bit of a spoiler, but writing scenes with them both is enlightening to me - especially because they are so different in personality and upbringing. I haven’t written scenes with them yet, just snippets that I plan on using later on, but the snippets that I have written bring out so much in both of them.
That’s all I have today.
TEXT | AVERY & DAN
Daniel: Okay, what the fuck?
Daniel: I try, so hard, to be respectful of your feelings. I really do. I have put off telling you anything about Isley being pregnant because I didn't want you to be hurt.
Daniel: But if you're going to intentionally try to break us up or send Isley messages just to hurt her then this isn't going to work at all. I will cut off all contact with you.