Waiting for The Restoration.
In the last two weeks there’s been a lot of change in my life. Most importantly, I’ve started a new job. Worse? It’s in something I’ve never done before. It’s been stressful, and has resulted in me breaking down twice (nothing’s more awful than “work crying”, thankfully no one’s caught me). My family has had to adjust to my new schedule, and I’ve been so beat that I’ve hardly had time to work on the ending– which definitely needs working on.
I know my personal issues don’t amount to a hill of beans here, but Momma’s gotta go to work to put food on the table, and obviously this job has to be my priority. Trust me though when I say there’s nothing I’d like more than to be able to just write all day. I just don’t have that luxury.
All I can do is promise you that I’m working on the book. Technically, it’s done; I could post it right now, but I would t be happy with it. Odds are if I’m not going to be happy with it, you won’t be either, and you deserve the best. After sticking with me this long, it’s owed to you. But not half-assed… I’m better than that; you guys are better than that.
I’ve only got two chapters to go, so I’m making progress, but how about while we bide our time we play a little game? The following are some passages from The Restoration. Two of these selections have ended up hitting the cutting room floor, the other passage is still in the book. You guys know my style pretty well by now…. Why don’t you try to guess which passage made the cut, and which two didn’t? I’m kind of curious to see if you nail it. Obviously I’ve got nothing but confidence in you all, so go ahead; prove me right!
Here they are:
“Things will be okay,” I assure her, even though it’s a lie. It’s what she needs to hear right now, and lying is the only way I can give it to her.
But she brushes me off, shaking her head again. “I’m not worried. Everything will work itself out. Besides, whatever’s meant to happen will happen, right?” She flashes a small smile, and gives me a half-shrug. Dropping her eyes, she lifts her cup, and slugs down her beer, and chills run up my skin.
She’s right. Whatever’s meant to happen WILL happen, and I don’t have the power to stop it.
“Do you need another one?” she asks, nodding her head towards my half-filled cup.
His gaze quickly darts over to mine, and he catches me looking at him. He cocks his head slightly to the side, and gazes back at me with a strange expression, like he’s conflicted. I’m sure he is. His heart and head are probably telling him two different things. I know mine are.
“Ah Adele,” Claire muses. “She’s really gonna be a real pain in my ass now.”
My eyes zip back over to her. She’s still smiling, but there’s an evident sadness behind it, so I reach out and squeeze her arm.
“You’re gonna be okay.”
She brushes me off, laughing more genuinely now, and shaking her head again. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll survive.”
“Don’t even worry about it. Seriously, Luke. Tonight has been good. It’s been worth it. I mean, my mother is totally going to make me pay for it later, so the least we can do is party our asses off.” She glances over at me, looking down at my empty hands. “Where’s your beer?”
I twist around and look over to the other side of the clearing where I left it on the log before all the drama with her parents, but before I can even say anything, Luke offers to get it for me. I watch him walk across the party, weaving through the crowd, and a warm sensation gathers in my belly.
“He really likes you, you know?”
I turn back to Claire, rolling my eyes to distract her from my warming cheeks. “He doesn’t even know me.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter; I’ve seen the way he’s looked at you all year. He’s got it bad.”
“But I’ve been nothing but a bitch to him.”
Claire shrugs. “Maybe he likes you because that’s what was what was meant to happen. You two were supposed to happen.”
** I promise to give you another update next week. The goods news? Because of Vietnamese holidays I’m only working two days next week. That’s guaranteed writing time, and I swear I’ll make the most of it.