Friday, May 18, 2012

Late Nights

I've got a nine-week-old baby. Only nine weeks, and he pretty much insists on being held every minute of every day. There is a little tiny window from about ten to one every night when I can sleep without him in my arms. And what am I doing?

Sitting up. Blogging. Preparing a birthday gift for my seven-year-old. Listening to Lullaby by Colors on repeat. Soothing, mellow, sentimental in a way that will make anything I write drip with emotion.  .

In the next week or so, this time will transition back to writing time. Time to get back on the horse. 

I miss it. And my characters are talking in my head again. Trying to spill out through my fingers.

Tessa doesn't want to have that abortion. She's terrified of the woman with the pudgy grandmother fingers who's filling out her paperwork. She doesn't yet know that Johnny Hollis is about to destroy her life. She's living in a fantasy world, and she loves a baby she's never seen. She only remembers Julie as her eighth grade English teacher. And soon she's going to discover, one heart-wrenching moment at a time, what it means to be a mother. What it means to really love another person so hard you'll give up anything to save them.

I can't wait to help her live that beautiful, terrible, gut-wrenching part of her life that started while I sat in a conference session on creating memorable villains.

A taste of Tessa, her opening poem:

Telling - Free Verse, Tessa Marie George, 12 weeks
This isn’t a secret you can keep.
Hold it too long, and soon you will become
The secret.
And it will keep you
Until no one can see you at all anymore.

Two words held back
Until every pause is pregnant,
Every eye contact is peril.
You shake and tremble,
The sickness caused partly by fear,
And partly by the growing secret,
Too alive to ignore.

When you finally say them,
Those two small words,
You watch with a measure of satisfaction
As terror shatters her lassitude.
Watching her feel something, anything is bliss,
Marred only by the uncertainty.

What will she do,
Now that you’ve broken her cardinal rule?
The unbreakable maxim,
Don’t be like me.


  1. Ooh, Heather. I actually got chills reading this because I loved it so much! Hurry up and finish it, will you?!? (Yeah, I know...The nine-week-old. Still...)

  2. Yay, Caryn. Reading your comment just about gave me chills. Nothing better than when your characters start talking to other people.