15 Dec 2007
27 Nov 2007
I have completed the nano challenge, so thank you for your help all. However, it doesn't stop there. I am continuing with the draft zero, up to around 70,000 words probably though much less intensive.
Then, February will be first draft, followed by a second draft in May. If it´s good enough, it will go to publishers. If it´s not, more drafts will follow.
So what I´m asking is...stick around? I´ll be needing more help for sure. If you know anyone else who might help, please send them the link. Oh, and thanks again all.
12 Nov 2007
8 Nov 2007
1 Nov 2007
As a distant crash of waves broke upon the shore, Max stood at an odd angle in the doorway. He had carefully manoeuvred the three rough cut stone steps in the darkness, taking more than twice the time that the daylight hours required. The steps had proved even more cumbersome due to the oversized cardboard box he held close to his chest. He had gripped the box so tightly that the edges were beginning to contort; creating additional seams to those that had been in the original design. The box swayed a little almost toppling Max over where a railing had once been.
Max was feeling a little smug. He had half expected a less than friendly welcome committee. His shoes had reverberated hollow thumps around the narrow street as he’d made his way home, and although he was mindful to use lighter footsteps as he passed the Sanderson´s window, (knowing they slept in the front bedroom and seeing that the light was out) he knew he would have been noticed by many a prying eye. But the heavy door sat dark, silent and as broody as the cold winds that cut through his sweat soaked shirt. Lily would be so happy with him this time. “Stop talking, start doing” was her irritatingly precise mantra. He could hear her words now and they made him smile. He couldn’t wait to see her face. Plus, it would help make up for the fact he hadn’t come in again last night.
27 Oct 2007
I love this old cottage. It embarrasses me that it was bought for me, but at least I can call it home. The only problem is the noise. I see Mr and Mrs Sanderson looking askew at times and I'm sure they've heard the furore but are too polite to say anything. Thats how it works around here. It is a fishing village after all. The couple on the other side only stay here at weekends and holidays. They live in the city the rest of the time, in some busy overworked career. Sometimes I envy their seemingly placid and dull lives...
The village is based around a church, but of course I don´t attend. My neighbours don´t either which surprises me in the case of the Sandersons. We have lots of local shops and markets, and have managed to stay away from souvenir shops. Our charm is our food. Once I´d visited here, i knew i had to live here. It was a dream come true.
Well, the summer is just about to arrive and of course, this means longer hours, more socialising and more opportunities for Max to lose control. No matter. We´ll see what the summer brings.
24 Oct 2007
23 Oct 2007
Don't let me stagnate before i've even come to life...
21 Oct 2007
20 Oct 2007
1. I am indeed a caterer, but instead of deserts I specialise in organic foods.
2. I do not know any siblings...this is going to happen in the book. I will find out that I have some.
3. Max´s mother is no longer perfect. She is returning to the original idea of having a drink problem herself.
Ruby is now rich...very rich. Not that Max is aware, as Lily is determined to create her own life and be independant.
In what scenario would Ruby end up telling me that I have siblings? Why have they been secret? What happens next?
18 Oct 2007
Am I close to either or both siblings?
16 Oct 2007
Yes, I know my mother was a prostitute. I often witnessed her with various “uncles”. She’s not the most discreet, yet one of the biggest snobs I’ve ever met. She’s pretentious and selfish, and not the most endearing. But she is fun and people love her vivacity. I don’t know who my father is, but I assume that I am the result of one of the unions my mother enjoyed.
Breezyweek: Where is she? When is she? Is she rich or poor?
Lily: I live in
Breezyweek: Does she go by her own surname or her partner's?
Lily: My name is Lily Alders. My partner is Max Davies. Even if I married I would keep my own name.
Breezyweek: What nationality is she? What race? What age?
Lily: My mother is English, but her surname is Dutch in origin. My mother is very secretive about her past and I know nothing about my family, including my father, outside of my relationship with my mother and my siblings.
Breezyweek: Does she work? At what? Is she a cook-from-the-start homemaker or a working career woman?
Lily: My career is currently other. More suggestions are required. But I have decided that I work from home. PLEASE VOTE IN THE POLL.
Breezyweek: Do they have children? Does she have children separately from this partner?
Lily: I have no children.
Breezyweek: When you say alcoholic are you talking wall-falling pink-elephant-seeing down-and-out or someone depressed and selfish maintaining a mean little habit?
Lily: alcoholic meaning will self destruct and ruin work, relationships, health…with little or no control.
Breezyweek: Does she have a drink problem herself? Does she drink at all? Does she smoke?
Lily: I do drink, and will get drunk, but no drink problem. Do I smoke? YOU DECIDE
14 Oct 2007
Next question: What is Rebecca´s hidden problem?
Next poll: What is Lily´s profession?
13 Oct 2007
I do not know my father. The name Lily was given to me by my mother. I call myself Vivelle when I am being provocative, when I want to escape from myself for a little while, or when I first meet people, to be different. I am called Vivelle by my mother when she is being manipulative and by Max when he is scared.
I do need a surname. What can my surname be?
12 Oct 2007
Lily: Max drinks because it is his coping mechanism. He has seen it in his family. It has been his life for a long time, undetected. He is the original party king. He equates this with friendship. Max drinks even when he doesn’t want to. He is intelligent, and so this causes him even more distress. He is trapped in a cycle. He is running away from himself. He is afraid of himself, and of people not liking him the way that he doesnt like himself. Sometimes he is running away from me.
Kylia: Tell me what makes Lily so self-sacrificing, so willing to be there for someone who is never there for her?
Lily: I am not self sacrificing. I have an alcoholic mother (Ann) , sister (???) and brother (Ben) so I guess I´m less sensitive to the condition. I am intelligent, and understand Max.
Max is gentle, loving and kind. He is not thoughtful, or perhaps I could say too thoughtful! He thinks about stuff too much then almost believes his thoughts have come true, whilst the rest of the world is oblivious.
Max is the nicest person I’ve ever met and it’s his inherent need to do good that usually causes the hurt; his own lack of self worth, and sense of disappointing others (which he then does and the spiral continues).
Kylia: Tell me why they love each other, how they love each other?
Lily: We love each other because we understand each other. We do so very deeply and passionately. This means huge rows, great sex, lots of laughter and lots of noise. Our relationship has huge upturns and downturns which they both require. It’s a kind of twisted stability; out of order comes chaos...
Kylia: Does Lily cry at night when Max doesn't show up? Where does Max go when he wants to get away?
Lily: I cry, or I read book, or listen to Beethoven (thanks to anonymous, blog post 1). I paint, or get petulant and go meet friends and have a good time, but in the back of my mind I worry. Sometimes I just sleep. Sometimes it is difficult, sometimes it is not. It is often just a fact.
Max goes to bars where no one knows him. Max loses himself in the internet. Max eats lots. Max surrounds himself with friends. Max goes for long walks. Sometimes, I don’t know where Max goes, and neither does he.
I am not trying to paint a bad picture of my life. I love my life, I love Max and Max loves me. Simple! What I am trying to do is give a glimpse, and get an answer to the question “Who am I?” (You should be familiar with that one, yourself).
Drinking is only a part of Max, and Max is only a part of me. It just happens that both have a lot of impact. What do I mean?
1. Max does not turn up for work
2. Max not turn up at home
3. Lily does not eat or sleep
4. Max phones to say "meet me from the bus, I’m on my way" then is not there
5. Max has aggressive hangovers
6. Lily shouts when she doesn’t want to
7. Max feels hatred towards himself
8. Promises are made that can’t be kept, even though they’re meant
But this is not Max, and it’s certainly not Max everyday.
Max does not yet have a surname. He needs a name. Maybe this will help him. Maybe you can help him? Or do you need to know more?
I am a character. Soon I will be appearing in a book, or the book will appearing through me. There are two reason for this blog.
1. I need to exist
2. I need to grow.
I am an alter ego, research and guidance. I am laced with truth and untruth. I have no idea where I will go, how I will impact the story or life. Yet, this is where it all begins. This is where I take form.
With your help. So tell me, "Who am I?"