The Plot Progresses

Now I'm really getting started, finally.  After I finished Hunting Peace I experienced a mild case of writers block.  The second book was just not coming along, I had characters but no plot, I had problems but no solutions.  A few days ago I was complaining about my lack of ideas and the multitude of surplus characters that I had and my older sister suggested killing of one of the extras.  I didn't give it much thought then but yesterday I was playing with the idea a little bit and peaces started falling into place.  There was my plot and there was the title, all I had to do was kill off that one character.  So to day I'm killing Mitchel.  It's turning out to be sadder then I first thought, Mitchel was such a nice guy I'll miss him.  I'm kind of reluctant to kill him off but than again he needs to die for the plot to progress.  Guess I'll just have to keep a box of tissues close and plow through it.  sniff!

You all have a very blessed day

Morgan J

Finished and Only Beginning

I finished Hunting Peace last night, and in finishing it I found out that there had to be a second book.  So, now it's the series Hunting Peace books one and two.  I'll have to come up with a name for the first book, but for now it's just book one.  This is cool though, I've never had a series before.  Last night after I rapped up the first book, I was brain storming for the second and all these exciting ideas started fitting in and answering unanswered questions left over from the first.  During March I'll probably start working on it, and maybe if things work out I'll get a lot of it written.  A new month is here with a new book to write, new characters to meet, new plot developments to uncover, and an unknown history to figure out.  Can you tell I'm excited?  Here we go!

Hunting Peace - chapter 1

A few weeks ago I discovered this character.  I say "discovered" because I had very little to do with making her, she kind of forced herself on me, she wanted a story.  So I started a short story and now it's turning into a novella.  The thing that really surprised me about this character when she first showed up was that she was an assassin, and she's not very nice in the begin of the story, but the more I write the better she seems to be getting.  I hope to have her completely converted to the good side by the end of the book.

Chapter 1

Peace looked down at her small white hands and noticed absently to herself that they contrasted abruptly with the hard black revolver held in them.  She recognized the hard cold feeling in her chest that she always felt when she was on a job, it meant she was ready.  Lifting her dark red head the girl named Peace scanned the garden below her, where she could make out the figures of three guards patrolling a high concrete wall.  From her position on the roof of the neighboring building she had a good view of every inch of the ground behind the wall that was meant to keep people out, but when she got through with it, it was going to just keep the people in.

Exactly 75 seconds later Peace stood half-concealed inside the wall and behind a small ornamental tree.  One of the guards was moving around only a few feet away; he was going to be the first casualty Peace thought coldly.  As the other two men in the yard turned toward the house for an instant, the girl made her move.  When the other guards turned back around their friend was gone and the yard was empty.  Curious as to where their companion had gone so fast, but not worried about any danger since they felt safe behind the wall; they started walking down toward the small clump of dwarf trees where the body of the third guard was hidden.  As they got closer a lithe black form leaped from the shelter of a nearby shrub and took out the closest man with a flying kick to the face.  Almost as soon as she touched ground again she spun on her right foot and dealt a tremendous blow to the last man's head.  Dazed and staggering he fumbled clumsily for his gun, but he had not even got his hand around the but when the black figure with a burning red hair and white face drew a gun and fired.  He was dead before he hit the ground and the small sound of a shout muffled by a silencer was completely lost in the large garden.  The sound had barely disappeared when Peace was sprinting for the house like a lithe black cat she jumped over the porch railing landing soundlessly on the polished wood.  Minutes later she had entered the house and was working her way through the nearly empty rooms.  The only sound that could be heard was the lonely crackle of static on an old radio playing classical music somewhere upstairs.

Mr. MacGinty was the ring leader of a large drug organization operating mostly in London.  He could be said to be new at this game but he had worked his way up the ladder of success until he was in direct competition with some of the biggest drug lords in Europe.  This was the reason for the little red head's deadly visit to his home.  He had pushed the wrong man too hard and was not ready to handle the consequences.  This was the day he was going to learn the full extent of his mistakes.

Two days ago, Peace had been contacted by a German businessman with a commission.  He represented a group of powerful men who would remain unnamed, and who wanted her to take care of a little problem for them.  They wanted this Mr. MacGinty dead, and they had heard that she was the one to see about getting that done.  She had taken the job since work had been bad the last few months, even though these unnamed people were not recommended to her by anyone she knew, which was one of her usual requirements. It was an easy job, almost not worth the energy it took to accomplish it.  That must have been why she was irritated.  This job was degrading; any part time tough guy with a high powered rifle could have taken this MacGinty out from the roof of the office building across the street.  Her specialty was close up hands on work, and it would take much more than a concrete wall and three guards to even slow her down.

The stairs were heavily carpeted and the girl named Peace made no sound as she stepped lightly up their thick levels.  Peace thought it strange that the house was so quiet.  It was unusual that the house would be so empty at this time of day, and it worried the red head; this was the only thing she could not account for, the one thing she could not understand, and it was dangerous to have unanswered factors in her business.   MacGinty was supposed to be in sitting room at the top of the stairs, but as Peace reached the top she noticed that the sound of the radio was coming from down the hall. She hesitated an instant in the hall trying to understand the silence, but failing.  Suddenly the sitting room door opened and a painfully thin man stepped out of the noisy room.  Before he could even realize that she was standing there, Peace planted a powerful kick in his diaphragm that sent him staggering backwards gasping for breath.  The sitting room was crowded with some fifteen or twenty men in black suits, and Peace immediately understood that the room was sound proofed.  At the sudden reentry of their companion everyone looked up some grabbing for their guns, but for the moment stopped in mid motion ether with the surprise or indication.  In that instant of stillness the girl's quick green eyes located the big man sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand going by the name of MacGinty.  Her gun was out in less than a heartbeat and she took only a half second to aim before her finger tightened on the trigger.  But as the gun came out people started to react and as the gun bucked in her hand she saw a young man tackle her target throwing them both down out of the line of fire.  Guns were out and she leaped over the banisters as shots blazed over her head.  She had missed her target; she knew that without having to look back.  That young man had saved him this time, maybe he had even taken the bullet for him, she did not know that for sure, but then she did not really care.  As she hit the front door running she could hear sirens blaring and through the gate came three patrol cars.  It was a trap.  Somewhere down the line she had been set up.  Peace hugged the house heading for the back garden where she had seen the dogs that were released during the night, caged up next to the garage.  Their vicious barking could be heard even above the shouts of the police.  The gate of their cage was padlocked but it took Peace only a passing shot to take care of that and as she leaped the concrete wall six Dobermans tore out after the officers that were just approaching their cage.  


She had made a clean get away, but Peace was angry as she stepped into her black Mustang.  MacGinty was still alive and it aggravated her that she had missed her target.  Next time he would not be so lucky, and next time she was going to be more prepared.  Someone had set her up and she knew how much more dangerous that made her job, but she had taken it and she had to finish it.  Then she would look for the one responsible for setting her up.  The next morning, a small redhead wearing a soft cream colored coat made her way up the steps of the court house.  She had learned that MacGinty was cooperating with the police and they had him down at the court house that morning taking his statement.  Peace knew exactly where to stand and what to say, and she was one of the few people in the hall when MacGinty was escorted out by two officers on his way into protective custody.  He never made it though.  As they came into sight, Peace lifted the gun she had been hiding under her coat and shot the big man in the neck, killing him instantly.  Before her victim could hit the ground her character changed and she became an innocent bystander shaken up by what she had just witnessed.  Confusion ensued and the court house was searched from top to bottom, but no sign of the mysterious assassin was found.  Peace was terribly shaken up and sat huddled on a bench in a neighboring court room where she waited to be questioned.  No one suspected the pretty little redhead.  She was so frightened and bewildered by what had happened.  A young officer tried to comfort her, but nothing he said seemed to help, she could not help trembling and her face was very pale.  They finally let her go after getting her name, address and phone number.  And pretty little " Mercy Walden" walked out of the court house without even a shadow of suspicion to dim her passing.

I got tagged

Ellie tagged me yesterday.  This should be interesting sense it is my first time being tagged.  So here are the rules:
1) post these rules
2) you must post 11 random things about yourslef
3) answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post
4) create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer
5) go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged


11 random things about me:


Random #1) I have always wanted to learn how to fly a plane, even though I have never actually flown anywhere.  I just think it would be fun.


Random #2) I have recently discovered that my taste for soda is disappearing.  I use to like soda but as time goes by I like it less and less, now I can only stand drinking one or two kinds.


Random #3) I enjoy putting puzzles together. . . . . And I can't think of anything else to add to that statement.


Random #4) I have lazier vision.  No, I'm not joking, you can ask my sisters.  I am one of those people who are total focused on their goal.  I can walk through a crowded room and be so focused on getting to the other side that I don't see or hear any of the ten friends that I pass.  All I can see is straight ahead of me.  There's my goal, and there's the obstacles I need to maneuver, everything thing else is blocked out.  Sad I know.


Random #5) I like the color black.  I like wearing black cloths.  One of my dreams is to have a long black trench coat like you see in detective movies.


Random #6) I am the unofficial fixer of random, little, tiny, broken things at my house.  I'm not sure how I became the fixer, but some how I got the reputation in my family of being able to repair, mend and generally put back together anything that is small delicate and broken.


Random #7) I am a big fan of bananas.  I love fresh bananas, that are not quit ripe, and have just a ting of green.  Ahh, I'm getting hungry for one just writing about them.


Random #8) I am a collector of notebooks. I keep getting more even though I haven't even started writing in the last one I got.  


Random #9) I really like schoolwork.  That might sound strange to most people, but I like learning things so that makes it work.  Now to be honest math and I have some difficulty's but we're working them out.


Random #10) I read history books for fun.  Especially if they are about WWII or WWI.  I find that time in history most interesting.


Random #11) I enjoy building tree houses.  Probably one of my favorite things to do out side is to work on one of my tree houses.  So far I have a summer house and a winter/all-year-around house.  All the others that I have made in the passed twelve years of my life have ether fallen to peaces or been torn down.  For some strange reason a new tree house pops up almost every spring, it must have something to do with the weather.


That was harder than I thought it would be.  I was running out of idea's there towards the end.  But that is behind me now, on to the 11 questions.

1. Are you a fashion fan and if so, what are your favorite brands and designers?
No, I have barely any sense of fashion.
2. What is your favorite thing to take pictures of? People? Landscapes? Macro shots?
Probably landscapes.  
3. Do you play any instruments.
Do vocal cords count?  
4. Have you ever met a real ninja?
Not that I know of.
5. What's your favorite smell?
Smell?  Um . . . oh! I know!  Daffodils.
6. Do you know any foreign languages?
I can count to ten in Mandarin, Spanish, German, Koren, and English.  But other than that no not really.
7. Did you know that writing these questions is easier than I thought?
Really?
8. What do you think about Ghandi and his ideas on civil disobedience and nonviolence?
I know very little about him or his views, but from what I have heard he was a good man who worked to better his country.
9. What's the last thing you ate?
a peanut
10. Have you watched any interesting artistically expressive movies recently?
artistically expressive movies?!?   I'm not sure what that is exactly, but the last movie I watched was Tintin
11. Why do you think there are 11 questions here, and do you like the number 10 is better than 11 or do you really not care?
Well I personally like the number 11, and maybe the person who started this tag liked it to.  I do see your point about 11 being an odd number, but I would have to say that I'm one of those people who really doesn't care.

Now for the 11 questions that I must ask.

1) When do you think you will finally be "grown up"?
2) History or Math?
3) Coffee lover or no coffee love?
4) Shopping with friends or going for a hike?
5) Do you have lazier vision to, or are you gifted with amazing peripheral vision?
6) Chess or Checkers?
7) If you could be a great artist or a famous musician which would you be?
8) Read or write?
9) If you could would you be taller?
10) Which is scarier heights or public speaking?
11) Do you get random words stuck in your head or is that just me?

That was fun.  Now I tag:

izori
Jemimah C.
Gwyn
And anyone else who wants to do it.

You all have a blessed day
Morgan J

The Thunder Clouds are Looming on the horizon

Yes, there are thunder clouds coming up on us.  With lightning flashes of inspiration, and the rumbling of the fast approaching deadline.  It's National Novel Writing Month!!!!  YAAAA!!  I have been looking forward to this sense mid September, and now it's all most here!  (dose a giggling, dance across the kitchen) Here I am thinking of all the lovely memories from last November.  The mountains of wonderful writing ideas.  A good excuse to slake of the school work.  The simple joy of curling up in front of the fire place to write a novel.  Ahh, (contented sigh).
But then my mind kicks in . . . Ya, remember the panicked scribbling of the pen, the long hours, not getting enough sleep.  Remember how you were always falling asleep anywhere and everywhere because you got up at 4:00 in morning.  And how in the end you didn't finish because you hand wrote the novel and couldn't get it onto the computer in time.
Ya, ya I remember, but this time is going to be different, (emphatic nod).  This time I have a laptop which I will write on instead of a notebook, and so eliminating the possibility of that last bad memory taking place again.  Also this time I am carefully scheduling my time so I always get a full nights sleep, and won't be pacing out in the middle of church. 
When all is said I'm really, really excited about November, and I think I'm ready.  My little sister is doing it this year to, that should make this year even better then last.  So, what are your thoughts on the coming November?  Is anyone else going to be doing it this year?  And if so are you excited about it?

Sighed with a drop of insperation
Morgan J

180

My sister showed me this short movie, and it really surprised me the answers that some people gave.  I'm a World War II buff, and the fact that some people do not even know who Adolf Hitler was just blows me away.  It's a really interesting movie, and I recommend that you watch it.

YAAAA!!!!

I just had to post and tell you all that I just get my first laptop.  AAAAHHHH!! 
It is sooo cool.  I can hardly believe it, even though I'm sitting in my bed right now typing on it.
Last spring I asked Mamma if I could buy a laptop, and I was shocked when she actually said yes.  So I started saving up.  Daddy gave me a part time job cleaning houses over the summer and much to the whole family's surprise I was able to buy my laptop last week.  It is my fist computer ever, and I really really love it. :oD Sadly, I do not have a picture of it that I could you all, but maybe that will come later.
Wishing you all as happy as I am right now
Morgan J  :oD