Saturday, January 8, 2011
UPDATE- THE BLINDED GARDENER
Hello my blogging friends. First, I would like to thank you for your encouragement. For those of you who don't know I am currently in the process finishing the remainder of my WIP.
THE BLINDED GARDENER is a Y/A contemporary. This is the first time I have written in this genre. The subject came to me in a dream. I decided to do a few pages and entered them in Tessa's Outside of the box blogfest.
Many of you had liked the edginess and realistic feel of the beginning, so I decided to turn it into a novel. I am hoping to enter it in the ABNA contest in just a few short weeks. Thankfully I am down to the last 14000 words. It has been a tough go and I am now in the final stretch. Please send out good feelings to me so that I can finish and still have time to edit. We are a wonderful community and your support means everything to me.
I would like to leave an excerpt and would appreciate your comments. Thanks again and good luck to the other contestants who plan to enter ABNA.
Here it is for your approval another page from my current WIP. Please realize that this is a FICTIONAL, hard edge story full of disturbing incidents. Those of you who are sensitive to physical and mental abuse please do not read this excerpt.
Within fifteen minutes, I pulled into the driveway. Dad rented a three bedroom vintage colonial for us. Mom split a few years prior. She wanted to take me with her, but Dad’s threats frightened her. After twenty years of abuse, she had enough battle scars to know he meant it. I still had until the end of the school year before my escape.
I made a deal with the devil to hang with him until then. One thing I can say about him, he kept his word. Good or bad he carved his word in stone. Nothing changed it. I could thank the military for that. But for nothing else.
Grabbing my backpack, I raced up the front stairs two at a time. I pulled my keys out of my front jeans pocket.
The keys fell out of my hands, crashing hard on the cold cement. “Shit!”
"YOU’RE LATE! GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN HERE!”
I scooped up the keys fumbling for the right one. “Got it.”
No sooner had I put the key in the door and it flung open. A strong hand gripped my arm pulling me into the living room.
“Dad, I can explain —”
“Save it!” He shoved me against the wall. His rancid breath tearing my eyes. “What did I tell you about coming home on time?”
“I know Sir, but —”
“Why do you disobey me?" His dark eyes bulged out of their sockets.
I waited for the blow.
Nine more months. Hang on Aidan. It’s just nine more months. Gingerly I picked myself off the floor. I heard my breathing, raspy and short. Another cracked rib. It’s not the first, but I hope it’s the last.
“Tough it up you pussy.” He picked up his glass from the coffee table, swirled the ice around, and took a sip. “I got a hell of a lot worse from my father.” He glared at me. “Get out of my sight.”