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KR LaLonde

Book 1: BLUE HEART

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I started writing this novel during Nanowrimo, but I didn't manage to complete it for a couple of reasons. The first is my overall laziness. Yes, I'm afraid I write and write and write, then erase and rewrite and delete. But I did get a bit of decent, novel-worthy words written down. I hope you won't mind that I share some of that here.

 

Oh no! I had forgotten they don't allow Word files to be uploaded. 😕

 

Sorry. I'll figure something out.

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PARTS (G)

 

·         “You’ve no idea what it feels like to see so many people your age getting married and having their own kids. But you can’t have your own family because of health issues making it impossible to imagine for yourself.” Renee was uncertain about opening up to a virtual stranger online. However, it seemed to be going fairly well until this point.

 

·         Kathy Baley was older, more mature, wiser. They became friends on Facebook several months earlier when Kathy joined the coffee group she formed on her account.

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“I’ve met some wonderful peeps on CDFF. But I see Damian there so often—I’m constantly feeling like no one actually wants me around.” No response from Kathy informing her she did the right thing—or not—was forthcoming.

·          

“It was time for me to leave the site, anyway. It was getting too distracting.” Renee paused, reading Kathy’s reassuring reply before posting her own, following it with more.

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“I appreciate your understanding and comforting words, Kathy. And in answer to your question, no, I don’t plan to go back. I just didn’t feel like I belonged all that much.”

·          

Again awaiting her friend’s reply to appear in the message box, Renee took a sip of her now-favorite beverage. The Coffeenut Coffeehut existed because of her new-found love—make that “obsession”--for the hot beverage. Today smelling and tasting of raspberries.

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It being a flavor her mother despised—and [hosting] a smell she claimed to be somewhat offensive—only Renee actually took pleasure in the red stuff.

·          

Putting two or three drops in a cup—or a mug—before adding cream and filling it with hot brown liquid not only keeps Mom at bay, but it tastes pretty good, too. Renee smirked before gulping some more. Raspberry was an acquired taste, since she didn’t enjoy it very much at first.

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It’s also a win-win, in my opinion. Renee smirked thinking of the way her mother often reacted any time she smelled or accidentally tasted the flavored coffee. Kathy’s commending words sent a little shiver of pleasure through her thanks, Kathy. I really appreciate you saying that. Renee stopped typing at this point, unsure of what else she could say to [convey] her gratitude.

·          

Kathy is one of the few with whom I feel comfortable discussing these things. Renee lowered her eyes, [focusing] on the white keyboard. It needed cleaning, she decided. Several keys had [spots of brown] that had come from spewing coffee.

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Later, she decided, I’ll do it after I’m done using my computer for the day. [Focusing] her attention once more on Kathy’s message, Renee read the most recent—another question.

·          

“I’m keeping busy—trying to, anyway—by writing.” A pause before adding “I try to write, anyway.” An ellipse in the [box] told her Kathy’s response was being typed up. Before she could do anything to occupy her time, a lengthy message [popped into] the chat box.

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Both comforting and confusing, she mused, perusing rapidly before settling in to [respond]. Her [response] came slowly as the words gradually dawned on her.

·          

“Meeting him must have been a part of God’s plan. I just don’t know how.” Not knowing had proved to be a most unpleasant occurrence. Especially since experiencing her TBI.

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At least I'm alive to possibly—and hopefully—make a difference. Reaching up, Renee fingered the ever-present lump on the back of the right side of her head. Telling her story—while sounding selfish, in her opinion—might very well move someone towards God.

·          

Sudden [inspiration] made her place her hands on the proper keys and begin typing exactly what she just thought. Then, not wanting to discuss Damian anymore, she bid Kathy a quick farewell before closing the chat window.

·          

Without bothering to do the same on her account “wall”, she rapidly closed the FB tab. Sitting back and sighing, Renee [reached] upward, giving her the appearance of [reaching] for the ceiling while stretching her tense muscles.

·          

Groaning with relief as she [stretched] the tense [muscles] in her back, Renee glared at the computer’s [screen]. While she was logged on to the Internet, only her Gmail and Hotmail accounts actually occupied any space in the tabs.


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·         Feeling the need to [stretch] her back somewhat, Renee reached for the ceiling, even knowing she wouldn’t reach that height in her seated position. Or at all, really. She continued reaching as far up as she could manage, groaning as her tense muscles were used. Renee glared at the computer’s screen,

 

·         No, she decided before closing the window and disconnecting from the Internet. Starting up CDFF won’t help me one bit. I finally left the site fully intending to get over Damian and I completely [intend] on doing it. Moving the mouse’s pointer over the “x” in the top right corner, she clicked, selecting the “close all tabs” option. The Internet—with its myriad of entertaining and social [options]--vanished.

 

·         Letting out a sigh of relief having fought—and won—her first battle with the Internet, Renee sat back.

 

·         What should I do now? she asked herself. The Internet was her “escape” most days. But if the temptation was this strong, then maybe avoiding the Internet was what she needed to do. She might be able to get something constructive completed if she kept away.

 

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Great job!  The part about the raspberry flavored coffee was funny :D  I must be like her mom... I can't imagine what it would taste like.  Maybe if it had plenty of sugar... :)

 

1 hour ago, KR LaLonde said:

Telling her story—while sounding selfish, in her opinion—might very well move someone towards God.

Amen!  That's why we write! 

 

Looking forward to reading more! 

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Oh yeah... something else I wanted to add... :) 

 

Your main character is so realistic!  I can tell you put a lot of your experiences into her. 

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5 hours ago, KR LaLonde said:

“Meeting him must have been a part of God’s plan. I just don’t know how.” Not knowing had proved to be a most unpleasant occurrence. Especially since experiencing her TBI.

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At least I'm alive to possibly—and hopefully—make a difference. Reaching up, Renee fingered the ever-present lump on the back of the right side of her head. Telling her story—while sounding selfish, in her opinion—might very well move someone towards God.

I really like this part.  God uses the things that happen to us for His glory.  I know this.  I've lived this.  In those hard times, I didn't see it, but now, looking back, I've been able to talk to other people with a lot deeper understanding because I've been through similar hard times.  And because of that, I'm able to point them to Him. 

 

He's doing the same thing in your life.  He's going to use your writing.  He probably already has.  Keep at it :) There are people out there that He's prepared you to reach. 

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Just now, KR LaLonde said:

I don't want to overdo it.

This is your club.  You can't overdo it :)

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Well, I've been hesitant to write in this story (don't ask me why because I don't know). I've even considered an alternative title for it: Dating a Computer. You'd understand better if I would write and get the story moving.

 

Also, this will be a stand-alone title (whether I change it or not). The trilogy just isn't working out. I might change my mind when I've written more, but right now I don't see the trilogy happening. Even though I did come up with a fairly decent title for it.

 

The third book has a title, as well. The second one is giving me some trouble. I'm not exactly sure why.

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So this book/story has been "in the wings" for quite some time. Like most of my other ideas/projects, actually. As I said previously, it will no longer be in a trilogy. Actually, I don't think the trilogy is going to happen. But I do have projects just waiting for me to work on them. *sighs sadly* If only I could concentrate on them.

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