For Thought

Time is the blanket we wrap tightly around ourselves to keep us here.

Breakthrough

There's simply no other word for it. As I was writing yesterday, working on Part II of my second novel, which shall remain nameless, it happened. As I generally do, I write with a skeletal outline in mind. It's in my head but rarely works out exactly as planned which can be frustrating, however, yesterday I had a breakthrough. Two characters were talking. Since they are lovers who have known each other for a very long time they both believe they still "know" each other, taking into account, but never believing how their individual life experiences have changed them.

So, they are talking... fighting actually, and words just flow, leading to discoveries and voila! A piece of the puzzle is there...like it just dropped from the sky and explains so much about who this character is. Okay, it's Christian Du Maure, my intense, solitary, mesmerizing vampire who is being taken on the ride of his life. To his credit, he has not flipped out....yet.


It's truly magic when this happens for me and them. When my characters take over and basically tell me how things will go I realize how out of my control it writing can be and I can only thank my muse for not tapping on my shoulder, but taking keyboard in hand and just banging things out.

I can't seem to really express my self but I know it feels right. Enough said.

Through the Flames

Through the flames you and Michel come to say goodbye. I know how dangerous fire is to you both, but here you are; a testament to the undying love between the three of us. Never spoken or challenged, but ever present between us. Michel simply stroked my cheek and said goodbye. How could you not see the tenderness Christian? Perhaps you have known all along but could never say it. Perhaps that is not what is important now.

I begged you both to take me with you on your journey; to make me one of you but you both refused for such different reasons, but still, the answer was no.

Your dark eyes looked through me as if you were emblazing me in your memory for all time, for that is what you have; all time. I know my life will end soon and despite my rage, I still love and trust you. That is why I gave you my daughter Christian. You will make sure she lives and you will watch over her from afar, like the guardian angel that you are.

You hold me close and I feel like a child, safe in your arms. You thank me for loving you, but you have it all wrong. It is I who will never forget your passion, your soft voice that only spoke the truth and your undying loyalty and love for me. I will take you with me to my grave and hopefully we will meet again in another time and place.

I know you find the idea rubbish. I guess that is easy for you to say since you already possess immortality, but I believe we will meet again and I will know from the moment I look into your soulful eyes that it is you my love, just as I gaze at you now, through the flames.

Josette