50,000k + It's Bittersweet

Had a hard time writing tonight. They weight of having to rewrite the first part of my book was a little depressing so I added something fun for myself. An exciting scene with Johnaton Toews and Patrick Kane. They are a couple of goofballs who play for Chicago. They are really great but also ridiculously young.

It was fun. But I am not done yet. Will Marcus be able to reveal Joe's secrets to the World or will something else happen? The suspense is building!

He met up with Toews after he was dressed and looked spiffy in his white suit which included a white belt. He actually wasn’t that spiffy but more pimp-like. When he saw Marcus he immediately pulled him aside.

“What the fuck you doing here man? Meeting me here you know how dangerous that is? We need to move fucking now.” Ice Veins poured his intense eyes into Marcus then turned to Patrick Kane who looked like he was still fifteen. “You Kaner get the Humvee fired up. We needed to get out of here ASAP.”

Patrick Kane dropped his video game. He love playing NHL ’10. Marcus probably would too if his face was on the cover of it. He rushed out the exit doors to the parking lot. Tazer grabbed at Marcus and pulled him down the corridor then he pushed roughly around the corner and broke into a run.

“Come on, move!” Toews pushed him and Marcus limped as fast as his busted leg could take him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the three men who had tortured and beaten him break from the media scrum at a run. Toews dragged him along and forced him roughly into the Humvee that Kane was driving around.

He looked ridiculous driving that huge car when he was so small. Marcus stifled a laugh. Captain Serious aka Johnathon Toews wasn’t laughing.

“What the fuck were you thinking. Wasn’t your apartment getting burned enough of a lesson for you. You were fucking lucky that they didn’t grab you in Boston. The only reason they didn’t was because they wouldn’t get a chance to catch the Celtics.” Toews punched him. “Use your fucking head Lesage. Now we got to fucking do a lot more work to get this done.”

Marcus sat in silence. Even though the young man currently beratting him was several years his junior. He didn’t want to say a dman thing because he was absolutely right and you didn’t fuck with Captain Serious.

“Kaner, head to the subway entrance by the river. Then drive beyond that and try to lose them by the docks.”

Kane turned the down the street sharply and then stopped abruptly. Marcus was pushed out of the door by Toews and then hurried down the stairs to the subway. Marcus heard KAner take off and heard the screech of another car behind him.
“I swear to god Lesage if Kaner gets hurt because of you, your knees will be so fucked up you’ll be walking backwards.”

Tazer swiped two passes for the Subway and got them on a southbound train.
“Where are we going?” Marcus finally asked.

“Need to know basis Marcus. I hope you can handle that.” Toews stared him down. Marcus nodded he didn’t have a choice.

They were on the train for 17 minutes when Tazer got a text from Kane. He had lost them. Perfect. After two more stops they got off the train. Marcus didn’t know where they were. Toews rushed him around They scurried to where Marcus thought was close to the docks but couldn’t be sure.

Finally after two minutes of hurrying they came to a stop. Marcus looked up. In the darkness he could still see the building that Toews had brought him to. Wrigley Stadium in all of its winter glory was before him.

Marcus affectionately had nicknamed the building the Stadium of Losers. They hadn’t won a championship in god knows how long. Over 90 years at least.

Toews brought them into the outfield wall. He pulled out a key that he had apparently received from the city and opened a secret back gate.

“Now Marcus I swear to god if you didn’t bring the key I will fucking kill you.” Toews gave him that glare again. He was an angry young man.

Sometimes it was difficult to take Toews seriously. His boyish grin was certainly not what you would expect from a great sports leader.

Marcus pulled the key from around his neck and showed it to Toews who nodded. “Let’s go then.” The walked inside the outfield way till they came to the end of the line. There was a locker sitting there.

“How did Joe know this was here?” Marcus asked.

Toews shrugged. “He never told me how just where. You’ll find what you are looking for in there.”

Marcus inserted the key into the locker and opened the door. What was before him was certainly nothing like what was in the Boobie Mansion. It was much much more respectable.

48,000 a weird flashback and some disaster!

Sad news readers, I got my computer back this week. It was completely empty except for the normal start-up files. It was not good. They said they will try to recover my novel but I dont have much hope. So forgive me if I am still writing in July.
But if we include those words and everything i written since then i'm past 48,000 which means baring any unfortunate events I will finish my book!

But I hit a weird portion of my book. Instead of pushing the story forward I went to what appeared to be meanless flashback. It has meaning now but hasn't moved my book closer to the end.

Here's a fun excerpt from my book on a drive to Boston with Tim and Olga.

Here’s a memorable conversation that came up on the ride. Billy Talent was two for one with their first song rocking out to the new billy talent song rusted by the rain and they passed a dead deer on the side of the road.

Olga piped up, “Ahh look at that deer. Its so sad when they hit larger animals like that. You just can’t do anything for them.”

Tim seeing an opportunity to connect with Olga on a deeper level piped up. “I know it is really sad. I think I would just die if I ever hit and animal like that.”
Marcus smiled, he was sure that Tim was exaggerating but still it was a damn good line.

“Well what is coming up next do you think?” Olga asked.

Tim and Marcus answered at the same time. “A raccoon.”

Marcus went on. “Its just simple probability more raccoons = more chances to get hit.” Tim nodded his agreement.

Olga glared in amazement at the both of them. “Guys I was talking about the next Billy Talent song. You know the just played that raining song.”

Tim and Marcus glanced over at each other and smiled sheepishly and both broke out a loud long laugh that Olga eventually joined with when she realized just how hilarious it was that had happened.

Tim said after a long and hearty laugh, “River below.”

Marcus followed, “The Ex”

Olga of course went for something completely different and said, “Devil in a midnight mass.”

It ended up being none of them. It was some other song from their first album that they enjoyed just the same.

After that there was the time when the radio guy asked them to call in for tickets to Coldplay in Boston if they knew what Coldplay’s first number one single in the USA.

Olga and Tim desperately tried to get in with their answers of Yellow and Clocks.

Marcus had foolishly guessed Violet Hill thinking that was the first album Coldplay had released in the states.

Olga and Tim had a good laugh at Marcus but when they actually got through to the radio station and said their consensus guess of Clocks they were completely embarrassed on the radio as the host tore them a new one for such a terrible guess.
They were of course devastated but if anything it brought them closer together. Marcus definitely got the last laugh on this one when it turned out that Violet Hill was in fact their first single. Marcus smiled smugly as Olga and Tim looked disgusted at him for not being more confident in his answers and losing them concert tickets.

Marcus was offend that they were hating on him but their anger subsided when they past a a raccoon and Tim shouted, “See Olga I was right.” He smiled cockily at her as if that was enough to get her to sleep with him.

Given Tims good looks it might have been but Olga just smiled politely probably thinking why did I ever agree to a drive with these crazy Mo-fo’s.

The rest of the drive past through Marcus’ eyes very fast. They joked they sang and had a good time and it felt like they arrived in Boston earlier than expected.
They had dinner together at nice café in downtown Boston and then dropped off Olga at Harvard. She agreed to meet them for dinner the following night and Tim got a phone number from her and he went off looking quite smug with himself.

Short post for tonight! 40K +

Hey guys I just wanted to thank everyone for the really nice comments. Makes me feel better about my writing!

I believe Jill asked for more Tim O'Shea once upon a time so here he is making a return to the world of Marcus. After the devastating fire they are off to Boston to find Who else but Bruin the Bear.

Marcus awoke in the middle of a house in Sarnia. Yup Sarnia. Weird eh. He awoke with a young man who looked vaguely familiar looking over him.

Naturally the young was shirtless which caused Marcus a little bit of pain.
The young man had perfectly chiseled abs and greasy long hair. He looked like he could fit in with trailer park family or if he wanted as an adopted OC character. The young man was of course Tim O’Shea.

“Tim, why are you in heaven.” Marcus asked groggily.

Tim smiled. It was that stupid charming smile that everyone melted for. “Ahh Mr. Lesage you’re not dead I promise you that. If you were in heaven I wouldn’t have so many problems with the ladies of course.”

Marcus seriously doubted that Tim had problems with the ladies but then again he did live in Sarnia and really what was there in Sarnia. I should say who is there in Sarnia.

“Why Tim am I in…Sarnia?” Marcus asked.

“Your guardian angel brought you here. And you are actually in Beechwood.” Tim answered.

“See Tim I know that you’re lying there is not a place called Beechwood anywhere.” Marcus replied snappily.

“Suit yourself. Your nickname is pretty stupid if I do say so myself.” Tim shot back. Zing! Touche smart ass kid…Touche!

Marcus tried to get up. He could barely move his legs. Tim piped up. “Marcus I highly doubt that you can walk right know. You know what those guys did to your knee. Plus it was already fucked up previously.”

“How do you know so much about me kid?” Marcus asked him.

“Wikipedia.” Tim said shortly.

Marcus smiled. He had a Wikipedia article. He had been hoping for one for a while.
He had to check it as soon as soon as he figured out what the fuck was going on.

Lets find out what happen to Marcus. 38K +

I am not giving much away. Obviously Marcus was going to survive after being beaten by some henchmen. I would be a bad person if Marcus would die so soon.

I will the scene right afterwards. It was a pretty fun scene to write I must admit though it may not flow as well as it did in my head.

Marcus gets saved at the end by someone who I haven't revealed yet but you have all met them so feel free to have a guess. No Prizes this time. I am thinking I am a bit too predictable which is totally fine by me.

Enjoy I think its long... not sure.

Also I was boycotting using Martha Stewart crafts as a plot device or writing material because I thought it was a silly idea...I was pretty much dead wrong on that. Note the craft of the day being used as a plot device. It's awesome!

I model this scene after a movie from the 80's I think. Have a gander at which movie. Just for fun. I think Jill and Sam have some time on their hands that they may be able to figure it out. :D


When Marcus awoke he smelled smoke. Something was burning. He tried to move his legs but could not. Even if Marcus had been able to move them it wouldn’t have felt very good. His knees were not in a good working order. The bat had left his one leg severally bruised and injured. He would not be able to put much weight on it at all.

Marcus looked down at his legs. They were tied tightly to the legs of the chair. Same thing with his hands. His hands were tied tight and he tried shifting them. It was no good, He was tied up better than a hog on ice.

Marcus looked to find the source of the fire. He didn’t have to look very far. Not very far at all. Along every wall there were flames. Everything was burning and smoke was filling the apartment. Marcus didn’t know what to do tied up and stranded with no one else he was very much alone and without options.

He needed help or he needed more time. Of course this wasn’t Harry Potter. Their were no time turners. Marcus cursed the fact that Jack Connolly wasn’t around. That under cover bastard would know what to do.

Marcus didn’t waste much time feeling sorry for himself. Just the required amount of time. Marcus looked around him. There wasn’t much that he could do with the few items around him but he did think he had a chance of getting un tied if he knocked the chair to the ground. At the very least he would be lower than the smoke.

Marcus fell to the ground on the chair with a thud and a crash. He smoked his shoulder hard against the ground. It hurt a lot. A lot more than it does in the movies. Marcus tried to straighten his legs and force his legs to slide off the chair. It was much more difficult then he hoped.

He forced his knees to push harder then he had since his combine. Still nothing the rope had tied tight to the chair. Ahh Fuck.

Marcus tried to pop his shoulder out and roll his arms over the chair. No luck. Did nothing but hurt himself more. Nothing was working the fire was getting progressively worse and he was tied up good.

Marcus scanned the ground. Looking for anything that he may be able to use. Marcus saw that he wasn’t that far from the coffee table. He looked at it closely. On top of the table there was a glass. Maybe if Marcus could break that glass and use the shards to cut himself out of make a nice craft out of them if he had the time….wait the craft that his grandmother had made him. Marcus had been wearing it when he went to the Boo-bie Mansion. Stupid Claude Giroux thought it would be fashionable in Quebec. Players from the Q thought they knew everything.

Marcus had taken it off but he had put it in his pocket. He distinctly remembered feeling the shards cut into his body when he had been beaten. Marcus couldn’t feel the necklace anymore which meant that it must have fallen out sometime when he knocked the chari over.

Great if I can get to that the I might just have a chance. Marcus used his one good, well decent good is too strong of a word, leg to spin himself around. He looked around at everything. As he spun. It was there only a couple of feet away.
Marcus spun himself around so that his hands were on the necklace. He began to saw away his ropes. It wasn’t easy but after a couple of seconds he was able to get through them all. He shed off the rope that was covering his upper body and got his hands on the shards of necklace and used it to cut his legs free.

Marcus undid those ropes as well and they also fell to the ground. He struggled to rise. His bum knee was holding him back. It was impossible to for marcus to get up fully. He crawled along to the kitchen. He remember his fire videos from when he was younger he needed to stay low and get a cloth to put over his face in order to ensure that smoke inhalation was not too bad.

Luckily for Marcus it was not very far away. Marcus pulled himself along the ground and managed to get to the kitchen. He was sweating profusely and was incredibly hot. Yet still he struggled to get to the kitchen.

He wonder if Jack was somewhere in the apartment. He hoped that for his sake he had left thinking that they were going to meet at Jackie’s Place instead of the apartment. Marrcus reached the counter and grabbed his cloth it wasn’t damp but when Marcus pulled himself up to try the tap he nearly burned himself on the handles.
Marcus when back down to the ground. He pulled himself along on the ground. He was hacking a lot. Marcus had at least 30 feet to go. He cursed Jack for having such a large apartment. For Marcus it came down to inch by inch. He continued to pull himself along.

I wish I could tell you that Marcus had been strong and had been able to pull himself perfectly along to his doors and escape. But he didn’t get that far. With 15 feet to go he was losing consciousness and when he was nearly 10 feet away his consciousness was nearly completely gone. His lungs were full of smoke and he had no oxygen and no strength.

Marcus never gave though. He continued to pull until he passed out. But dear readers here his when Marcus finally gets a helping hand from a somewhat surprising person.
Marcus heard glass break somewhere in the background and a man or was it a woman in a dark jacket. They appeared to have funky dark glasses. They grabbed Marcus arms as he lost consciousness and he was pulled out of the room to safety.

Marcus catches up to Jill but faces the consequences and it isn't wine!

Just going to post an excerpt its late and very hot right now and I need to sleep.

But writing went well tonight I got to heavily rant and rave about the NHL but no one cares about that except me and right now it is poorly worded. So I will edited before you guys get to read my thoughts on some aspects of the league. I will leave you with the scene I just finished writing so its a little raw.

Marcus faces the consequences of finding the letters. If anyone has read Ender's game there is a shout out there. Grammer sucks blah blah you know the deal!

But he only had a handful of letters that may or may not have been written by the actual people. Though Marcus knew in his heart that the letters were in fact real and incriminating but all he had was printed out letters that were either faxed or e-mail. And they were old. They would not hold up in a court of law and even a newspaper would be unlikely to publish them. Though they looked authentic with the code names they were no better than a fan boys dream.

Marcus hopped on his phone he had to tell someone about this otherwise he may die just like Joe. This information was crucial to saving the league.
He dialed Jack’s number.

“Ho Jack.”

“Ho Ender, I mean Marcus.”

Marcus smiled even under the worst of times Jack could make him smile. “Jack big news I have broken a couple of puzzles and I finally found out some information about that mission Joe sent me on.”

Jack dropped his phone with a clunk. “No way what happened what did you find?” He asked his voice full of apprehension.

“Jack sit down, this is going to shock you. Gary Bettman and David Stern are working together to bring down the NHL.”

Jack didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds before, “No fuckin way. What proof do you have?”

“I have some transcripts of e-mails but I need to get them authenticated. Would you be able to help me with this. I know its late but I will be home in 45 minutes and we can work on that together.” Marcus asked.

“Of course Marcus. Forty five minutes you say. I am on it. Get home soon.” With that Jack hung up the phone and Marcus looked back over the sheets still not believing what he had read.

Marcus arrived back in London around 11:30. London had a soft snow falling and as Marcus drove past Victoria Park he remarked at how quaint it looked. It was a pretty beautiful night all things considered. When he got home the first thing he noticed was that his apartment was wildly completely torn apart.

Another wild night of sex for Jack. Marcus headed to the guest room which he had been using but it was a disaster. All of his clothes had been thrown everywhere and his everything in his room had been pulled apart. It seemed as if they were looking for something or if the sex had been really wild.

“Jack he called out. Jack what’s going on did you get the stuff.” Marcus went to the back room where Jack normally slept.

“Jack.” He yelled again. Something was amiss. It hadn’t been a while 45 minutes of sex. It looked like someone has broken into the apartment and ripped apart everything.

He walked into Jack’s room still looking for him hoping nothing bad had happened to him he opened the door. The room was completely dark. He flicked the light switch. The large black man he had seen at the hospital was smiling at him along with two other large black men who looked liked his body guards. Marcus pointed and shouted.
“You! What are you doing here.”

The man smile. “Take him boys.” The two men converged on Marcus. Now it’s a well known fact that basketball players are pretty bad fighters which is why they carry knives and guns but these two men looked like bullies and they wouldn’t be pushed around by no one.

They came at Marcus. He dropped one with a swift right handed punch but he got back up as Marcus went after the other one. Someone came at his knee with a bat and he crumbled to the ground. His vision faded as punches thrown at his head became kicks to his stomach and groin and head area. Marcus was getting beaten and bad. He blacked out wondering what had happened to Jack and how they had known what he was up to.

Future shop sucks 35,000+

Still no laptop and still no idea if the rest of my story survived. Am calling tomorrow to complain.

Started work today. Apparently I can access all of your tax information at work but I am not allowed to. Too bad. The rest of the week I am learning GST stuff. Fun! ;)

I did get a chance to write today. I am a little behind but plan on making that up in the next couple of days. I slogged my way through the Boo-bie Mansion and I wish I could say it was funny memorable or interesting but I don't believe it was any of the above so I am going to give you an excerpt of a letter that Marcus found at the Boobie Mansion. Joe left a briefcase for marcus containing letters and a CD regarding the conspiracy but Marcus hasn't quite caught on yet.

Perhaps you readers will, though not that likely. I'm clever. I will buy a bottle of wine/beer/liquer for whoever guesses correctly who the letter is from. The persons codename is Nintendo DS and that is not an acceptable answer.

As always Grammer/spelling etc. is not perfect. When I am fatigued I have great ideas but poor execution into a word processor.

Like previously mentioned it contained letters and a cd. Marcus tried the CD. It did not play music. It must have pictures on it or something.

Marcus looked at the letters. It was dated early in 1992. There were no names just werid code names. He looked at the earliest dated letter.

Hey Game Boy,

Our game is fading, even with the arrival of MJ and his golden touch the game here is losing its fan base. More and more people are switching super stars and are looking at Super Mario and Yoshi characters as being greater. We need to somehow change the dynamics. Things need to change in 15 years I want to have broken the other game and made it nearly irreparable. Ours will be the only one left.
You’re probably wondering what this means to you. You need to crush the game. You have worked under me for several years and have a dumb demonor about you. You need to infilterate the competition at the highest level. Get in and bring it down at its core fanbase.

You know the one I am talking about. Once its core fanbase has been all but crushed. Our game will move in and take over. We’ll get the big contracts the press time. Everything. Everything.

It’s up to you Game Boy. I’ll help you get started and then we can secretly work together for the betterment of our game and not theirs.
Nintendo DS

Marcus sat back in the luscious chairs and pondered. Why did Joe give me letters between to video game executives. It looks like they worked at Nintendo and they were trying to take down their competition. In 1992 that would have been Sega. I guess they succeeded. Marcus looked closer at the documents.

Computer is still MIA!

But I am still writing. I haven't got to the boo-bie mansion like I had hoped. The scene at the funeral home took longer than I had thought but it was pretty amusing at least to me.

I still haven't gotten a good grip on Jack Connolly but at least he's amusing. He stole Marcus' book which led to a confrontation where Jack revealed he was working for the Russians as a double agent. But not the Russians you would expect. He was working for a Russian Mennonite Church. His task to infiltrate the Pennslyvania Dutch Mennonites.

It was weird and bizarre but Marcus had good laugh. Then my novel introduced two things I swore I never would introduce: the Sons of Ipswitch and Martha Stewart crafts. Here's an excerpt from Jack and Marcus looking for Marcus' stolen car. Pardon the miserable grammer.

Marcus headed back to the funeral home. It was still chilly but he was warm enough with his jacket on. He met Jack on the way back. He was just walking aimlessly around and yet as if he had a purpose. Marcus heard him mumble, “they were here, just waiting outside in a Ford Escape.”

“Jack, Jack whats up who was here and were they in my car?” Marcus asked him.

Jack nodded his head. “Fraid so. Marcus, it appears that the Sons of Ipswitch have stolen your vechile.”

Marcus shook his head, great the fucking Sons of Ipswitch. What else can go wrong here? “Well do you know where they went?”

Jack pointed down the street. “That way.” He waved his hand. “Come on, follow me.” Jack led the way with more confidence than Marcus had ever seen him walk with. He looked strong, military, comfortable. It was unsettling. Perhaps he had misjudged Jack.

Jack crouched low through the ditch as if trying to avoid detection. Marcus with some strain on his knee followed suit. He was thankful that Jack did not have them running anywhere.

It was pretty dark out by now and Marcus had been hoping to visit his real grandparents tonight but he wasn’t sure that that was in the cards.

Jack raised his hand indicating to Marcus to stop. Marcus whispered, “What’s up Jack?” He couldn’t see much, an unseasonable fog had rolled in.

“Trouble.” Jack said then he shushed Marcus and motioned for him to be quiet. The mist had come out of nowhere, it made Marcus a little nervous.
Jack muttered nonsense words under his breath and pulled out a gun…or was it a wand? He waved it towards the mist. It slowly drifted away from them.

Marcus could see for shadows on the far side of the road. There was flashing red lights with yellow and green flashes as well. Marcus made a move forward. Jack held him back. “Let me.” Jacks eyes had turned black and his face had darkened considerably. Marcus would have been afraid if he hadn’t met the earlier, goofy Jack.
Jack pulled his…weapon out and headed towards the four. The mist reconfigured upon Marcus and he lost sight of the four figures and Jack. It was quiet for a split second before bangs, like guns firing but silenced and crashes echoed in the background. Marcus stayed in the ditch listening.

Explosions, gun shots, screams. What is going on there? Why does it sound like a cat is dying? Marcus wanted to go explore. He got up out of the ditch and headed to where the noises were coming from. Very suddenly the noises stopped. There was nothing but an eerie silence that hung over the air. It was definitely creepy.

The mist began to disperse once again and Marcus looked furiously for the shadows and lights he had seen earlier. Nothing. Where did they all go?

He was about to give up looking when he saw two lights bright lights in the other direction heading towards him. They were ghostly lights. They were getting brighter and brighter. The fog was still thick that he didn’t know what to expect.
He heard the soft hum of an engine too. The lights were getting closer and closer, then they stopped. Marcus headed towards them like a bug. He began to make out the shape of a car. His car. The driver’s door open. A large bulky fellow got out.
Before Marcus could see the person he heard the voice. “Son of a bitch. What the Fuck are you doing out here Lesage?”

Ahh Fuck thought Marcus.