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.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, June 22, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Our novels take us to the most interesting places...
So this morning writing at Starbucks I had a stroke of genius as I once again painted Marcus into a corner. I realized a fatal flaw in my novel. My novel is about my character being able to solve simple puzzles that he should have the skill to possess. But for whatever reason I am making solving the puzzles as difficult task as possible for poor Marcus. And for this he procrastinates.
Four months have passed in my novel and he only has solved one mystery and unfortunately he got sidetracked whenn trying to solve the next puzzle.
The second puzzle I wanted to have in my book is a crossword. For Marcus he has been able to get two words fill in so far because all he knows are hockey clues. So he needs help. What type of people are good at crosswords...well in my world, my grandparents so I wanted them to enter the novel somehow. Perfect right they could be in some peaceful retirement home and solve his crossword in with out blinking and then Marcus could make his way to the Boo-bie mansion in Montreal with MIke Richards and Co.
But ohhh no it can't be that simple because my character has the habit of running into Gordon the Vampyre a little too often. Another Gordon in my book and what does he do but direct Marcus into a funeral home. Guess who he meets there. Best part Marcus thinks he's in a retirement home. Sorry thats its a bit long but enjoy!
Marcus heard a soft organ melody playing the back ground. What depressing music in a retirement home and where are all the old people? Marcus had a point as he did a better scan of the room he realized that there was only two elderly couples at the front and three or so people young sitting at the side. These people looked like they were up to something. They had mischief in their eyes, that’s for sure.
Marcus went up to the front to see his grandparents. What he saw instead would have horrified many a person. Marcus was simply mortified and disgusted at the same time.
Marcus peered over the elderly couples to see what they were looking at. He saw to large maghoney coffins in place of the table where he pictured his grandparents playing bridge.
Marcus gasped, how had his grandparents died without his knowledge and why were there so few people at their apparent funeral.
Marcus wanted to yell in fury at the creepy guy was taking care of grandparents, best work indeed. MArcus was going to punch the man very hard. He yelled out loud, “What kind of retirement home is this anyway?” he began to hobble his the double doors.
The two couples turned around mortified. “Retirement home? What are you talking about young man, this is Fischer and Sons Funeral home.” The woman looked like she would smack him with her umbrella.
Marcus jaw dropped so much that it almost appeared comical. “Why did my grandparents die and no one told me then? This is a poor excuse of a funeral home.”
The two elderly couples gasped. Some were upset at Marcus’ criticism of their choice of funeral home while some were upset with the revelation Marcus had dropped on them.
“Enid and George Jorge didn’t have children. How can you be their grandchild.” The abrasive woman came forward.
Marcus smiled at the name George Jorge which is essentially calling someone George George before recovering from the shock of who had died and whose funeral he was now crashing. “You mean to say that this isn’t the funeral of Moses and Rumer Rockacha?”
“No who are those foolishly named people.” This woman was very rude.
“My grandparents, who the people who run this establishment told me were here.” Marcus said.
The scene was becoming more ludicrous by the minute. The three younger people sitting off to the side were giggling. Marcus guessed that they, like him may have been funeral crashers.
“You were misinformed. Clearly!” The woman looked like she would break out of her wrinkled skin. Marcus feeling completely hopeless and awkward about the entire situation became to edge his way back to the door.
He had mumbled an apology and was about to turn around and leave and find the real retirement home when a man came bursting through with a candle in his hand. Enter Jack Connolly.
“The power is about to die, brace yourself!” he yelled as he rolled through the double doors. He was crouched, covering his head like he was prepared for an explosion. The candle still perfectly upright the wax had barely moved from his roll. The guy looked like a professional roller.
Four months have passed in my novel and he only has solved one mystery and unfortunately he got sidetracked whenn trying to solve the next puzzle.
The second puzzle I wanted to have in my book is a crossword. For Marcus he has been able to get two words fill in so far because all he knows are hockey clues. So he needs help. What type of people are good at crosswords...well in my world, my grandparents so I wanted them to enter the novel somehow. Perfect right they could be in some peaceful retirement home and solve his crossword in with out blinking and then Marcus could make his way to the Boo-bie mansion in Montreal with MIke Richards and Co.
But ohhh no it can't be that simple because my character has the habit of running into Gordon the Vampyre a little too often. Another Gordon in my book and what does he do but direct Marcus into a funeral home. Guess who he meets there. Best part Marcus thinks he's in a retirement home. Sorry thats its a bit long but enjoy!
Marcus heard a soft organ melody playing the back ground. What depressing music in a retirement home and where are all the old people? Marcus had a point as he did a better scan of the room he realized that there was only two elderly couples at the front and three or so people young sitting at the side. These people looked like they were up to something. They had mischief in their eyes, that’s for sure.
Marcus went up to the front to see his grandparents. What he saw instead would have horrified many a person. Marcus was simply mortified and disgusted at the same time.
Marcus peered over the elderly couples to see what they were looking at. He saw to large maghoney coffins in place of the table where he pictured his grandparents playing bridge.
Marcus gasped, how had his grandparents died without his knowledge and why were there so few people at their apparent funeral.
Marcus wanted to yell in fury at the creepy guy was taking care of grandparents, best work indeed. MArcus was going to punch the man very hard. He yelled out loud, “What kind of retirement home is this anyway?” he began to hobble his the double doors.
The two couples turned around mortified. “Retirement home? What are you talking about young man, this is Fischer and Sons Funeral home.” The woman looked like she would smack him with her umbrella.
Marcus jaw dropped so much that it almost appeared comical. “Why did my grandparents die and no one told me then? This is a poor excuse of a funeral home.”
The two elderly couples gasped. Some were upset at Marcus’ criticism of their choice of funeral home while some were upset with the revelation Marcus had dropped on them.
“Enid and George Jorge didn’t have children. How can you be their grandchild.” The abrasive woman came forward.
Marcus smiled at the name George Jorge which is essentially calling someone George George before recovering from the shock of who had died and whose funeral he was now crashing. “You mean to say that this isn’t the funeral of Moses and Rumer Rockacha?”
“No who are those foolishly named people.” This woman was very rude.
“My grandparents, who the people who run this establishment told me were here.” Marcus said.
The scene was becoming more ludicrous by the minute. The three younger people sitting off to the side were giggling. Marcus guessed that they, like him may have been funeral crashers.
“You were misinformed. Clearly!” The woman looked like she would break out of her wrinkled skin. Marcus feeling completely hopeless and awkward about the entire situation became to edge his way back to the door.
He had mumbled an apology and was about to turn around and leave and find the real retirement home when a man came bursting through with a candle in his hand. Enter Jack Connolly.
“The power is about to die, brace yourself!” he yelled as he rolled through the double doors. He was crouched, covering his head like he was prepared for an explosion. The candle still perfectly upright the wax had barely moved from his roll. The guy looked like a professional roller.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Remember to E-mail yourself your story!
A word to the wise. E-mail your story to yourself. Computers are unreliable and pick terrible times to crash.
My computer went down after our writing sesh and now the technicians at Future Shop are hopefully going to repair it with all my files untouched.
It's a little dicey so don't let it happen to you.
As it stands today I should break the 25,000 word barrier and Marcus will soon be headed to the Boo-bie Mansion in Montreal with Mike Richards and his gang of flyers players.
Of course at a haunted house strip club, you can be sure that Gordon will be joining them.
My computer went down after our writing sesh and now the technicians at Future Shop are hopefully going to repair it with all my files untouched.
It's a little dicey so don't let it happen to you.
As it stands today I should break the 25,000 word barrier and Marcus will soon be headed to the Boo-bie Mansion in Montreal with Mike Richards and his gang of flyers players.
Of course at a haunted house strip club, you can be sure that Gordon will be joining them.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A revelation the bible wished it had 20,163
This next scene I mixed together some Esmonde drinking experiences as well as one of my own for fun. This scene is critical to Jack solving his first puzzle and it was pretty run to watch.
I am really looking forward to writing with everyone this weekend it should be really really fun!
Jack arrived home relatively early for him at 12:45. Surprising he had no girl with him. But Marcus could smell the strong odour of vodka of his breath across the room. He was barely able to stand let alone walk. Marcus hurried over to Jack who nearly passed out onto the floor.
He pulled him to his bedroom and got him the largest bucket he could. It was a pale blue bucket Marcus would have sworn they had chugged beers from before. In any case it was perfect for vomiting.
Marcus didn’t usually stay will vomiting victims but tonight was an unusual case. He had never seen Jack like this (and they had been through some rough shit before) he could not hold his head up to vomit. Marcus was certain that if Jack was still in school he would have been escorted home by SERT.
As it turned out, tonight, Jack would be winning the Golden Bowl Trophy. Marcus stayed by Jack’s side for almost three hours as he went in and out of consciousness. Jack would on and on about how he needed to sleep because he needed to get to his job the next morning on Sea Otter Lane. When Marcus would ask Jack about his job, he would pull out his credit card and recite his PIN as if he needed to pay for something. It didn’t make any sense to Marcus but he laughed all the same and assured Jack that he would be just fine the next day to work at Sea Otter Lane.
Jack continued to rhyme off his PIN, 7, 3, 9, 9. Finally Marcus grew a little tired and quizzed jack about the numbers about what the meant.
“They spell something stupid.” With a lisp so bad and hilarious Marcus prayed it would be permanent.
“Well what does it spell for you?” Marcus asked
“Sexy!” Jack said with a wink, but it came out more like ssexeh!
Marcus laughed, “of course is that because you are sexeh or because money is.”
Jack arrogant even while drunk, “Me because I make the money and the girls find that sexeh!”
I am really looking forward to writing with everyone this weekend it should be really really fun!
Jack arrived home relatively early for him at 12:45. Surprising he had no girl with him. But Marcus could smell the strong odour of vodka of his breath across the room. He was barely able to stand let alone walk. Marcus hurried over to Jack who nearly passed out onto the floor.
He pulled him to his bedroom and got him the largest bucket he could. It was a pale blue bucket Marcus would have sworn they had chugged beers from before. In any case it was perfect for vomiting.
Marcus didn’t usually stay will vomiting victims but tonight was an unusual case. He had never seen Jack like this (and they had been through some rough shit before) he could not hold his head up to vomit. Marcus was certain that if Jack was still in school he would have been escorted home by SERT.
As it turned out, tonight, Jack would be winning the Golden Bowl Trophy. Marcus stayed by Jack’s side for almost three hours as he went in and out of consciousness. Jack would on and on about how he needed to sleep because he needed to get to his job the next morning on Sea Otter Lane. When Marcus would ask Jack about his job, he would pull out his credit card and recite his PIN as if he needed to pay for something. It didn’t make any sense to Marcus but he laughed all the same and assured Jack that he would be just fine the next day to work at Sea Otter Lane.
Jack continued to rhyme off his PIN, 7, 3, 9, 9. Finally Marcus grew a little tired and quizzed jack about the numbers about what the meant.
“They spell something stupid.” With a lisp so bad and hilarious Marcus prayed it would be permanent.
“Well what does it spell for you?” Marcus asked
“Sexy!” Jack said with a wink, but it came out more like ssexeh!
Marcus laughed, “of course is that because you are sexeh or because money is.”
Jack arrogant even while drunk, “Me because I make the money and the girls find that sexeh!”
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Marcus has cracked the first puzzle! 19,337
Finally my book appears to be headed somewhere. I made a Sudoku puzzle, three in fact, that held a clue in them. It was only a lucky conversation with a drunk Jack that enabled him to crack the puzzle.
I won't post that quite yet because I wouldn't want to ruin the fun of the puzzles when you are reading through my novel.
This one took Marcus a long time to figure out. I wrote him as been hopeless at puzzles. Not my best move because now there is some divine intervention heading his way.
That's okay soon he will be off to Pittsburgh to meet King Lightning and the Conspiracy builds.
Here's an excerpt from a scene from Marcus' past the beginning of his dark years in fact. Its pretty long so I shortened it to the important parts. Apparently I like writing my characters difficult scenes in his life. I guess thats true for most books. No one ever reads beyond Happily ever after. You might find the end has a familiar feel to it with a Scott Twist!
Marcus pushed the puck further up the side and went move around Gilles Rheaume who had hopped off the bench for the goalie and was charging into the play. Marcus tried to avoid him by deking left. He partially avoided Gilles’ hit and that’s probably the worst thing that he could have done.
Consider the Titanic hitting that bitch of an iceberg. Historians agree for the most part that if the Titanic had stayed on course and hit the iceberg straight on there would have been more damage at the front but the boat would have survived and even made the trip to New York.
The same goes for Marcus if he had taken the hit head on he would have been very shaken up but he would still be playing hockey. He tried to avoid the check and he probably would have it hadn’t been for the right knee of Gilles fucking Rheaume.
Gilles knew he was beat but wanted desperately to stop Marcus on a meaningless play, that’s why he stuck out his knee, that’s why he ruined Marcus’ career and almost his life. The knee was bad enough but the hit also spun Marcus around in the air and he collided head first on the post separating the bench. His head snapped back and Marcus crumpled to the ice. He would later be told he had been out cold for 15 minutes and his team fear that he was paralyzed.
A stretcher came out to take him off. He had an odd encounter with his first doctor who was about to emergency surgery on his knee.
The doctor was a tall black man with a degree from the University of North Carolina Charlotte. His name was of course Julius Pepper. This at the time had been hilarious to Marcus who was still woozy from the hit and a little high on the drugs.
Julius Pepper entered the room and introduced himself, “Hi, I am Dr. Pepper.”
Marcus roared with laughter, “You mean like the soda?” He said wittily.
Dr. Pepper slammed his clipboard hard on the ground cracking it, “Fine you jackass, operate on your own fucking knee.” He stormed off angrily much to the surprise of everyone in the room. A nurse rushed off to get him while Marcus was put under anesthesia. His last thought, note to self never ask someone if their name is like a pop.
I won't post that quite yet because I wouldn't want to ruin the fun of the puzzles when you are reading through my novel.
This one took Marcus a long time to figure out. I wrote him as been hopeless at puzzles. Not my best move because now there is some divine intervention heading his way.
That's okay soon he will be off to Pittsburgh to meet King Lightning and the Conspiracy builds.
Here's an excerpt from a scene from Marcus' past the beginning of his dark years in fact. Its pretty long so I shortened it to the important parts. Apparently I like writing my characters difficult scenes in his life. I guess thats true for most books. No one ever reads beyond Happily ever after. You might find the end has a familiar feel to it with a Scott Twist!
Marcus pushed the puck further up the side and went move around Gilles Rheaume who had hopped off the bench for the goalie and was charging into the play. Marcus tried to avoid him by deking left. He partially avoided Gilles’ hit and that’s probably the worst thing that he could have done.
Consider the Titanic hitting that bitch of an iceberg. Historians agree for the most part that if the Titanic had stayed on course and hit the iceberg straight on there would have been more damage at the front but the boat would have survived and even made the trip to New York.
The same goes for Marcus if he had taken the hit head on he would have been very shaken up but he would still be playing hockey. He tried to avoid the check and he probably would have it hadn’t been for the right knee of Gilles fucking Rheaume.
Gilles knew he was beat but wanted desperately to stop Marcus on a meaningless play, that’s why he stuck out his knee, that’s why he ruined Marcus’ career and almost his life. The knee was bad enough but the hit also spun Marcus around in the air and he collided head first on the post separating the bench. His head snapped back and Marcus crumpled to the ice. He would later be told he had been out cold for 15 minutes and his team fear that he was paralyzed.
A stretcher came out to take him off. He had an odd encounter with his first doctor who was about to emergency surgery on his knee.
The doctor was a tall black man with a degree from the University of North Carolina Charlotte. His name was of course Julius Pepper. This at the time had been hilarious to Marcus who was still woozy from the hit and a little high on the drugs.
Julius Pepper entered the room and introduced himself, “Hi, I am Dr. Pepper.”
Marcus roared with laughter, “You mean like the soda?” He said wittily.
Dr. Pepper slammed his clipboard hard on the ground cracking it, “Fine you jackass, operate on your own fucking knee.” He stormed off angrily much to the surprise of everyone in the room. A nurse rushed off to get him while Marcus was put under anesthesia. His last thought, note to self never ask someone if their name is like a pop.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
A great scene from Mexico
So not a heck of a lot happened in my series of writing last night. Basically toured cities along the eastern seaboard scouting their talent not really sure what Joe wanted him to do when he died.
It was some fun times with Jack and some NHL players who I decided would make an appearance.
Like I said not much happened but there was a funny exchange between Jack and Marcus when Marcus recounts a fun time in Mexico, that hopefully will make people smile today!
And Jill you were wondering whether or not Gary Bettman would make an appearance. I can assure you that he will be in the book somehow. A story about a hockey conspiracy without Gary Bettman is like a Scooby Doo movie without the suck!
“You trying to buy an NHL franchise?” Marcus asked Jack bluntly, as helped himself to a glass of a Heineken from a built in mini-keg. He mentally thanked Jack for renting a sweet ass limo and briefly thought about serenading the mini keg but perished the thought when he realized he wouldn’t do it justice without a mandolin.
“What? You were smoking up at the game and didn’t let me in on that action? I thought we were friends.” Jack was deeply offended and apparently still a drug user. Marcus had been off the stuff since he met Tori, one of the conditions of being able to date her. She had been demanding, but in a good way.
“What no! I haven’t had that stuff since… Mexico?” Really was it Mexico, Marcus reflected on how long it had been since he had puffed on a joint. In a wild night, he had mess with the bull and received the horns, literally.
He still had the scar across his back when he had attempted to streak across the field at a bull fight that was in progress. This was possibly the worse sport to rush the field naked at, especially as streaking is not appreciated in Mexico.
Marcus had received a scar that vaguely resembled Emilio Estevez circa The Mighty Ducks or the virgin Mary depending on how you looked at it. In fact the only reason Marcus didn’t get arrested and charge was because the guards were too terrified of charging a person with a scar that looked like Emilio Estevez. Well more likely the virgin Mary, but Emilio is huge down there. Mighty Ducks 3 even won Best Foreign Film at the Mexican equivalent of the Oscars.
Truth be told, someone Marcus was partying with probably paid the guards off. He had been slumming it up with some pretty young things who were there for spring break from the OC. In any case Marcus had learned his lesson and he had quit pot after meeting Tori in the following weeks. Marcus prayed Gary Bettman wouldn’t be stupid to try expanding to Mexico as Marcus was unsure whether he would be able to cross the border. But at the rate Gary was making stupid decisions there would be two teams left in Canada and a new Mexican Division making the NHL the first three country league in the North America. That ass hat kept Marcus up at night, to no ones surprise, drinking.
Back to the conversation… “Sorry Jack, I just overheard you talking to the other scouts about what teams were up for sale and I was just wondering.” Marcus quickly finished.
Word Count 15,158
It was some fun times with Jack and some NHL players who I decided would make an appearance.
Like I said not much happened but there was a funny exchange between Jack and Marcus when Marcus recounts a fun time in Mexico, that hopefully will make people smile today!
And Jill you were wondering whether or not Gary Bettman would make an appearance. I can assure you that he will be in the book somehow. A story about a hockey conspiracy without Gary Bettman is like a Scooby Doo movie without the suck!
“You trying to buy an NHL franchise?” Marcus asked Jack bluntly, as helped himself to a glass of a Heineken from a built in mini-keg. He mentally thanked Jack for renting a sweet ass limo and briefly thought about serenading the mini keg but perished the thought when he realized he wouldn’t do it justice without a mandolin.
“What? You were smoking up at the game and didn’t let me in on that action? I thought we were friends.” Jack was deeply offended and apparently still a drug user. Marcus had been off the stuff since he met Tori, one of the conditions of being able to date her. She had been demanding, but in a good way.
“What no! I haven’t had that stuff since… Mexico?” Really was it Mexico, Marcus reflected on how long it had been since he had puffed on a joint. In a wild night, he had mess with the bull and received the horns, literally.
He still had the scar across his back when he had attempted to streak across the field at a bull fight that was in progress. This was possibly the worse sport to rush the field naked at, especially as streaking is not appreciated in Mexico.
Marcus had received a scar that vaguely resembled Emilio Estevez circa The Mighty Ducks or the virgin Mary depending on how you looked at it. In fact the only reason Marcus didn’t get arrested and charge was because the guards were too terrified of charging a person with a scar that looked like Emilio Estevez. Well more likely the virgin Mary, but Emilio is huge down there. Mighty Ducks 3 even won Best Foreign Film at the Mexican equivalent of the Oscars.
Truth be told, someone Marcus was partying with probably paid the guards off. He had been slumming it up with some pretty young things who were there for spring break from the OC. In any case Marcus had learned his lesson and he had quit pot after meeting Tori in the following weeks. Marcus prayed Gary Bettman wouldn’t be stupid to try expanding to Mexico as Marcus was unsure whether he would be able to cross the border. But at the rate Gary was making stupid decisions there would be two teams left in Canada and a new Mexican Division making the NHL the first three country league in the North America. That ass hat kept Marcus up at night, to no ones surprise, drinking.
Back to the conversation… “Sorry Jack, I just overheard you talking to the other scouts about what teams were up for sale and I was just wondering.” Marcus quickly finished.
Word Count 15,158
Sunday, June 7, 2009
A funny scene at Joe's Funeral 12786
When I was writing about Marcus dealing with Joe’s death I wanted to have a fun with the funeral scene because funerals are usually anything but fun. Lucky for everyone involved Jack Connolly made an appearance but not by name.
I find one of the ways that helps me keep writing when I have a block is to comment on something stupid or funny or both. Or to make a side comment about some hockey things in general that no one will appreciate except me, which is fine by me.
Anyway this scene has very little to do with Marcus but amused me just the same. It was somewhat built off the scandalous story from a few years back when Janet Gretzky was caught in a gambling ring with a current NHL coach. How he got his job with the Lightning I have no idea. What a terrible organization!
Anyway I am at 12,786 I was on a roll tonight and here is the excerpt of the funeral scene.
Marcus would like to have you believe that he had grown up since that incident but after Tori left him and he regressed to his dark year’s state of mind, it’s tough to believe. That’s why to no ones surprised we can find Marcus the day of Joe Marleau’s funeral at Jackie’s Place trying to drown his emotions knowing full well that it won’t work.
Joe’s funeral had been well attended. Many scouts in the area came and paid their respects for not only a legendary scout but a legendary person. Wayne Gretzky even made an appearance, as did his gambling wife who was wondering the crowd to see who would take five to one odds on whether or not Joe would be called Mr. Crispy by a funeral home employee. One crazy person who rolled into every room took her up on the bet and lured the mortician out of his “work area” with a handkerchief that looked and smelled like it had been peed on. He then proceeded to ask if Mr. Crispy’s body had held up under the lights right in front of Janet Gretzky.
Ten people soon approached her afterwards looking for money. At a funeral she had somehow managed to lose $500,000 dollars and Wayne had to sell himself out again by doing a pathetic Ford commercial where he passed on the torch to Sean Avery. Ford was going for more of a bad boy image these days and wanted everyone to know buying a Ford is like getting sloppy seconds.
It really sucks to be Wayne Gretzky these days, I mean as Lucille Booth had said, “I’d rather be dead, then living in Phoenix.” I think that’s an accurate description of what everyone thinks too. Why the NHL decided Phoenix was the best place for an ice hockey team no one will ever know.
For Marcus the funeral passed in a blur and a haze. Apparently Joe had asked for an open bar at his funeral so people would have something to do. Not the best think for a borderline alcoholic on a good day and a funeral for anyone is never a good day unless of course you are a funeral director. Why…Why… would you ever want to be a funeral director?
In any case Marcus took too much liberties with the open bar and was visibly drunk and wanting to make a speech about people being bricks and being keystone bricks and foundation bricks. Apparently he thought Joe was a keystone brick. Needless to say Marcus wasn’t taking the funeral very well and you couldn’t really blame him.
The two pillars that had held Marcus’ fragile comeback life together had very suddenly crumbled and it would be expected that Marcus’ life would be reduced once again back to the substance abuse he lived with in his dark years. The beautiful bar that was Jackie’s Place had the potential to turn into a slum if Marcus had been bent on re-ruining his life.
Luckily for Marcus (Jackie’s Place) he had something that was going to force him to get out of his funk. Perhaps the greatest thing about Joe was his ability to seemingly know what every person needed to deal with their problems and for Marcus he needed a distraction, big time.
I find one of the ways that helps me keep writing when I have a block is to comment on something stupid or funny or both. Or to make a side comment about some hockey things in general that no one will appreciate except me, which is fine by me.
Anyway this scene has very little to do with Marcus but amused me just the same. It was somewhat built off the scandalous story from a few years back when Janet Gretzky was caught in a gambling ring with a current NHL coach. How he got his job with the Lightning I have no idea. What a terrible organization!
Anyway I am at 12,786 I was on a roll tonight and here is the excerpt of the funeral scene.
Marcus would like to have you believe that he had grown up since that incident but after Tori left him and he regressed to his dark year’s state of mind, it’s tough to believe. That’s why to no ones surprised we can find Marcus the day of Joe Marleau’s funeral at Jackie’s Place trying to drown his emotions knowing full well that it won’t work.
Joe’s funeral had been well attended. Many scouts in the area came and paid their respects for not only a legendary scout but a legendary person. Wayne Gretzky even made an appearance, as did his gambling wife who was wondering the crowd to see who would take five to one odds on whether or not Joe would be called Mr. Crispy by a funeral home employee. One crazy person who rolled into every room took her up on the bet and lured the mortician out of his “work area” with a handkerchief that looked and smelled like it had been peed on. He then proceeded to ask if Mr. Crispy’s body had held up under the lights right in front of Janet Gretzky.
Ten people soon approached her afterwards looking for money. At a funeral she had somehow managed to lose $500,000 dollars and Wayne had to sell himself out again by doing a pathetic Ford commercial where he passed on the torch to Sean Avery. Ford was going for more of a bad boy image these days and wanted everyone to know buying a Ford is like getting sloppy seconds.
It really sucks to be Wayne Gretzky these days, I mean as Lucille Booth had said, “I’d rather be dead, then living in Phoenix.” I think that’s an accurate description of what everyone thinks too. Why the NHL decided Phoenix was the best place for an ice hockey team no one will ever know.
For Marcus the funeral passed in a blur and a haze. Apparently Joe had asked for an open bar at his funeral so people would have something to do. Not the best think for a borderline alcoholic on a good day and a funeral for anyone is never a good day unless of course you are a funeral director. Why…Why… would you ever want to be a funeral director?
In any case Marcus took too much liberties with the open bar and was visibly drunk and wanting to make a speech about people being bricks and being keystone bricks and foundation bricks. Apparently he thought Joe was a keystone brick. Needless to say Marcus wasn’t taking the funeral very well and you couldn’t really blame him.
The two pillars that had held Marcus’ fragile comeback life together had very suddenly crumbled and it would be expected that Marcus’ life would be reduced once again back to the substance abuse he lived with in his dark years. The beautiful bar that was Jackie’s Place had the potential to turn into a slum if Marcus had been bent on re-ruining his life.
Luckily for Marcus (Jackie’s Place) he had something that was going to force him to get out of his funk. Perhaps the greatest thing about Joe was his ability to seemingly know what every person needed to deal with their problems and for Marcus he needed a distraction, big time.
Crosby Malkin in a duet?
So the thought of my last blog made me a little sad so I decided to also tell you guys about a future scene in my novel that is decidedly more entertaining and humourous.
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hen I was driving back from Guelph on Friday I was bouncing ideas in my head about how I was going to incorporate some other people’s characters into my book. I got stuck on Indigo’s characters because for whatever reason I could not connect why Seth or her friends would ever meet Marcus.
Then I thought of King Lightning and what that would mean to a hockey person. Obviously it would be someone who would star with the Lightning. The best Lightning ever is and probably will be Vinny Lecavalier. So I thought it would be fun if Marcus was told to meet King Lightning in Pittsburgh thinking that Vincent Lecavalier would be the person to meet.
He’s going to get very confused about why he has to go to Pittsburgh for it though. Anyway, he meets up with Vinny who has no idea who what the heck he is talking about when Evengi Malkin and Sidney Crosby walk by. By chance they hear him talk about King Lightning and they say they know of a King Lightning and they are off to go watch her dance.
Marcus will be confused but will go along for the fun of it because who wouldn’t want to go hang out with Sid the Kid and Geno? It may even lead somewhere. The best part about this scene is that Crosby and Malkin do a duet together under the stage names Sidneyloo Who and I dream of Geno. Thanks to Katie and Sam for coming up with their dancing names.
If someone wants to contribute the name of the place they dance at (Jackie's Place is already taken and in London), that would be awesome or if you think you can come up with better names lets hear them and maybe they can be used.
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hen I was driving back from Guelph on Friday I was bouncing ideas in my head about how I was going to incorporate some other people’s characters into my book. I got stuck on Indigo’s characters because for whatever reason I could not connect why Seth or her friends would ever meet Marcus.
Then I thought of King Lightning and what that would mean to a hockey person. Obviously it would be someone who would star with the Lightning. The best Lightning ever is and probably will be Vinny Lecavalier. So I thought it would be fun if Marcus was told to meet King Lightning in Pittsburgh thinking that Vincent Lecavalier would be the person to meet.
He’s going to get very confused about why he has to go to Pittsburgh for it though. Anyway, he meets up with Vinny who has no idea who what the heck he is talking about when Evengi Malkin and Sidney Crosby walk by. By chance they hear him talk about King Lightning and they say they know of a King Lightning and they are off to go watch her dance.
Marcus will be confused but will go along for the fun of it because who wouldn’t want to go hang out with Sid the Kid and Geno? It may even lead somewhere. The best part about this scene is that Crosby and Malkin do a duet together under the stage names Sidneyloo Who and I dream of Geno. Thanks to Katie and Sam for coming up with their dancing names.
If someone wants to contribute the name of the place they dance at (Jackie's Place is already taken and in London), that would be awesome or if you think you can come up with better names lets hear them and maybe they can be used.
Exit Joe Marleau
So even though I haven’t blogged in awhile I have been keeping up with my novel. I am just over 10,000 words and will be writing tonight so I hope to get to 12000 words which will keep me on pace which is a pleasant surprise.
The last chapter of my book that I just wrote was upsetting. Joe Marleau succumbed to some unknown illness and died before Marcus in a hospital. It is a suspicious death to say the least and for some reason Joe knew it was coming.
He has given Marcus a book of puzzles and crosswords which will help Marcus eventually get involved in this NHL conspiracy.
But they next couple of weeks for Marcus will be rough as he has lost two pillars in his life and Jack James may be a bad influence.
Here’s a brief excerpt from the hospital scene. I found this very sad both to write and reread. I am growing very attached to my characters.
Joe lay in bed connected to many different apparatus that you clearly needed to be a doctor or something of the equivalent to understand how they all worked.
He didn’t look good. In fact he looked downright rotten. He was so pale he was almost glowing. He looked like he could die at any moment. He had only seen Joe a month ago and he looked like he had aged 10 years. Marcus moved in and tried to say something supportive but couldn’t find the words.
Joe looked up with him with the love and respect only a surrogate father could have. He was clearly very happy to see Marcus. It gave him strength. Before Marcus could say anything, Joe flipped up his palm. He had scribbled with a red pen on his hand or at least Marcus hoped it was a red pen. It read “bugged”.
Marcus was about to ask him what was going on but Joe started the conversation with a voice that sounded very elderly and wheezy. “Look Marcus I am dying. The doctors do not know what I am dying of but I don’t have much time left.” He handed Marcus a notebook. He flipped through quickly. It was a book of homemade Sudoku puzzles and crosswords and word searches.
“This is a book of puzzles Marcus. I know you aren’t great at these things but some of these puzzles should be easy for you.” He winked almost suggestively, it was a little awkward. “I have left some stuff for you in my will that with.” He pointed at the notebook. “You will be able to better evaluated talent on some teams in the Eastern Conference. It’s just notes and such on some players. When I die it will be up to you to continue on my mission.” He paused for a moment and had a sparkle in his eye. “of scouting teams that we may be facing in the Stanley Cup Final. Our team is depending on you Marcus.”
That last speech finally seemed to have pushed Joe over the edge. The strength he had shown when he talking had all but dissipated. He collapsed back in his bed on the edge of consciousness. Marcus grabbed his hand trying to will his strength into Joe without much success. Finally he found his voice though it was choked with emotion. “Joe, Why me?”
“I trust you Marcus and you can trust…” Joe struggled with the last words, he was passing out. “J.J.” he said with his last gasp.
The constant beeping of the machines were now erratic. He looked at a machine he thought was heart rate and noticed it was slowing. “No Joe. Don’t go! Get away from the light.” Tears formed at the side of his eyes. “Joe!”
Unfortunately now I have to write about him having to deal with this. It wont be good for a couple of days for Marcus but I think he will have matured enough to have the strength to bounce back and not regress into how he used to be.
The last chapter of my book that I just wrote was upsetting. Joe Marleau succumbed to some unknown illness and died before Marcus in a hospital. It is a suspicious death to say the least and for some reason Joe knew it was coming.
He has given Marcus a book of puzzles and crosswords which will help Marcus eventually get involved in this NHL conspiracy.
But they next couple of weeks for Marcus will be rough as he has lost two pillars in his life and Jack James may be a bad influence.
Here’s a brief excerpt from the hospital scene. I found this very sad both to write and reread. I am growing very attached to my characters.
Joe lay in bed connected to many different apparatus that you clearly needed to be a doctor or something of the equivalent to understand how they all worked.
He didn’t look good. In fact he looked downright rotten. He was so pale he was almost glowing. He looked like he could die at any moment. He had only seen Joe a month ago and he looked like he had aged 10 years. Marcus moved in and tried to say something supportive but couldn’t find the words.
Joe looked up with him with the love and respect only a surrogate father could have. He was clearly very happy to see Marcus. It gave him strength. Before Marcus could say anything, Joe flipped up his palm. He had scribbled with a red pen on his hand or at least Marcus hoped it was a red pen. It read “bugged”.
Marcus was about to ask him what was going on but Joe started the conversation with a voice that sounded very elderly and wheezy. “Look Marcus I am dying. The doctors do not know what I am dying of but I don’t have much time left.” He handed Marcus a notebook. He flipped through quickly. It was a book of homemade Sudoku puzzles and crosswords and word searches.
“This is a book of puzzles Marcus. I know you aren’t great at these things but some of these puzzles should be easy for you.” He winked almost suggestively, it was a little awkward. “I have left some stuff for you in my will that with.” He pointed at the notebook. “You will be able to better evaluated talent on some teams in the Eastern Conference. It’s just notes and such on some players. When I die it will be up to you to continue on my mission.” He paused for a moment and had a sparkle in his eye. “of scouting teams that we may be facing in the Stanley Cup Final. Our team is depending on you Marcus.”
That last speech finally seemed to have pushed Joe over the edge. The strength he had shown when he talking had all but dissipated. He collapsed back in his bed on the edge of consciousness. Marcus grabbed his hand trying to will his strength into Joe without much success. Finally he found his voice though it was choked with emotion. “Joe, Why me?”
“I trust you Marcus and you can trust…” Joe struggled with the last words, he was passing out. “J.J.” he said with his last gasp.
The constant beeping of the machines were now erratic. He looked at a machine he thought was heart rate and noticed it was slowing. “No Joe. Don’t go! Get away from the light.” Tears formed at the side of his eyes. “Joe!”
Unfortunately now I have to write about him having to deal with this. It wont be good for a couple of days for Marcus but I think he will have matured enough to have the strength to bounce back and not regress into how he used to be.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Meet Joe Marleau
So Joe Marleau is named after Joe Thornton and Patrick Marleau some of my favourite players from the Sharks organization. They unfortunately underperformed in this years playoffs.
Joe Marleau is the Head scout ( I am sure he has a better title) and was the one who originally found Marcus as a prospect then as a scout.
He has been a fatherly figure in Marcus’ life and is here for Marcus once again when he going through a hard time in his life. Here's a new excerpt from my novel.
When Marcus hit the worst part of his dark years there wasn’t much his friends, or what was left of his family, could do for him. Not that any of them tried very hard. It is in the hard times that you count your true friends after all. There was no Jack James, he was too busy making his millions, Tori hadn’t entered his life, and his parents were not there.
His parents divorced at a young age and after he started junior in the Soo (that’s Sault Ste. Marie for those of you who are not in on the loop) he had minimal contact with his family as his career in hockey progressed and he moved briefly to Worchester. His mom, who contributed significantly to his upbringing, had shut her self off from the world after retiring from firefighting and living with approximately 17 cats and his father had died when he started in the AHL from lung cancer. Not a very tragic death, given that he smoked a pack a day.
No, when Marcus was at the very bottom of the barrel, given up on by all those around him, including his siblings, only one person came to his aide. If Tori had been the one to pull him out of his personal hell, then it was surely Joe Marleau had been the one who given the swift kick in the ass out of it.
Joe Marleau had known Marcus since he was 16 when he met him in Oshawa, when Marcus was playing with Greyhounds in a game against the Generals. Joe, at the time, was the director of amateur scouting for the San Jose Sharks. Joe was the one who had fought fiercely for the Sharks to trade up a couple of picks to get Marcus at the 17th draft position.
Most scouts had Marcus pegged as a late first round pick, if that. They worried about his skating and his shot which had suffered after breaking his wrist when he was 14. But Joe saw something special in Marcus following that loss against the Generals.
I am at 7,114 and I keep having to write about these sadder moments in order to move my characters into position. Tomorrow my story will take an unexpected twist with a death and that should get the ball rolling. Kind of like in Harry Potter.
Thanks for the kind words and support!
Joe Marleau is the Head scout ( I am sure he has a better title) and was the one who originally found Marcus as a prospect then as a scout.
He has been a fatherly figure in Marcus’ life and is here for Marcus once again when he going through a hard time in his life. Here's a new excerpt from my novel.
When Marcus hit the worst part of his dark years there wasn’t much his friends, or what was left of his family, could do for him. Not that any of them tried very hard. It is in the hard times that you count your true friends after all. There was no Jack James, he was too busy making his millions, Tori hadn’t entered his life, and his parents were not there.
His parents divorced at a young age and after he started junior in the Soo (that’s Sault Ste. Marie for those of you who are not in on the loop) he had minimal contact with his family as his career in hockey progressed and he moved briefly to Worchester. His mom, who contributed significantly to his upbringing, had shut her self off from the world after retiring from firefighting and living with approximately 17 cats and his father had died when he started in the AHL from lung cancer. Not a very tragic death, given that he smoked a pack a day.
No, when Marcus was at the very bottom of the barrel, given up on by all those around him, including his siblings, only one person came to his aide. If Tori had been the one to pull him out of his personal hell, then it was surely Joe Marleau had been the one who given the swift kick in the ass out of it.
Joe Marleau had known Marcus since he was 16 when he met him in Oshawa, when Marcus was playing with Greyhounds in a game against the Generals. Joe, at the time, was the director of amateur scouting for the San Jose Sharks. Joe was the one who had fought fiercely for the Sharks to trade up a couple of picks to get Marcus at the 17th draft position.
Most scouts had Marcus pegged as a late first round pick, if that. They worried about his skating and his shot which had suffered after breaking his wrist when he was 14. But Joe saw something special in Marcus following that loss against the Generals.
I am at 7,114 and I keep having to write about these sadder moments in order to move my characters into position. Tomorrow my story will take an unexpected twist with a death and that should get the ball rolling. Kind of like in Harry Potter.
Thanks for the kind words and support!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Day 2 I have a title for my book; The Curse of 93'
No word if curses will actually make an appearance but its a working title to be sure.
My book has taken an unexpected detour and a weird one at that. When I was originally planning my novel, I knew I wanted Marcus to break up with his long-term girlfriend so he would be more free to travel the world and get too involved in something that wouldn’t have happened if he had been in a relationship. So I had this great thought about how since he was a scout and away many nights, Tori, his girlfriend, would start cheating on him which he would eventually discover.
Not how things turned out. Not only did I change Tori’s name to Kathy then back to Tori (which was really weird, it felt right then so so so wrong) I made Tori a much better person than I had originally planned. Tori in fact helped Marcus out of his “dark years” (which I haven’t fully developed out, it will come out along with the story, Thanks Jill for the string them along writing style!) and only wanted a more secure relationship, one that Marcus really isn’t capable of giving.
Thus instead of my character feeling freed from his relationship he will find himself missing it and somewhat regretting what has happened. Will it affect him later? Maybe…Will Marcus find love again…possibly but at the moment it seems unlikely. Though if he does find love again, her name will Alex or Alexandra. I may write her in just to use the name which I for some reason really enjoy.
Things don’t get any better for Marcus who will next be experiencing a death of someone very close to him BUT this is when my story will get a little more complicated and maybe a little more interesting.
I’m at 5,102 (which is much better than last year :)) and here is an excerpt of what Marcus and Tori’s relationship is like.
Tori had met Marcus when he was rebounding from his dark years and had been dating him for the past two and half years. Tori had been bouncing around boyfriends and was looking to settle down somewhat. Marcus was slowly recovering from the hangover of his life and needed some stability and Tori provided him with that. She was loving and patient and with the help of an old friend, Joe Marleau, had got Marcus back on his feet and back into hockey. However, quite a bit had change over the past couple of years. Tori settled in a mid level management job at a local manufacturing center and Marcus got his feet wet in the fantastic but often lonely world of scouting. Moving in together a year ago seemed like a good idea at the time but now maybe not both but at least one person in the relationship was questioning the decision.
Its not that the love wasn’t there, you can’t not love someone after being through the times that our couple had been through, but they were simply at different points in their lives. Though relatively the same age (29 for Marcus and 28 for Tori) they were at different points in their lives. Tori was looking for the next step in the relationship, marriage, children etc., etc. but Marcus wanted to take a stronger focus in his career. He loved hockey and wanted to move up the scouting ranks. This meant he would be going to as many junior games in all across the eastern seaboard with occasional visits to San Jose. Not quite what Tori had in mind.
The relationship was at a crossroads and while both knew in their heart it was probably time to move on neither was about to take the next step. But tonight either unfortunately or fortunately depending on your view of the relationship it was about to change.
My book has taken an unexpected detour and a weird one at that. When I was originally planning my novel, I knew I wanted Marcus to break up with his long-term girlfriend so he would be more free to travel the world and get too involved in something that wouldn’t have happened if he had been in a relationship. So I had this great thought about how since he was a scout and away many nights, Tori, his girlfriend, would start cheating on him which he would eventually discover.
Not how things turned out. Not only did I change Tori’s name to Kathy then back to Tori (which was really weird, it felt right then so so so wrong) I made Tori a much better person than I had originally planned. Tori in fact helped Marcus out of his “dark years” (which I haven’t fully developed out, it will come out along with the story, Thanks Jill for the string them along writing style!) and only wanted a more secure relationship, one that Marcus really isn’t capable of giving.
Thus instead of my character feeling freed from his relationship he will find himself missing it and somewhat regretting what has happened. Will it affect him later? Maybe…Will Marcus find love again…possibly but at the moment it seems unlikely. Though if he does find love again, her name will Alex or Alexandra. I may write her in just to use the name which I for some reason really enjoy.
Things don’t get any better for Marcus who will next be experiencing a death of someone very close to him BUT this is when my story will get a little more complicated and maybe a little more interesting.
I’m at 5,102 (which is much better than last year :)) and here is an excerpt of what Marcus and Tori’s relationship is like.
Tori had met Marcus when he was rebounding from his dark years and had been dating him for the past two and half years. Tori had been bouncing around boyfriends and was looking to settle down somewhat. Marcus was slowly recovering from the hangover of his life and needed some stability and Tori provided him with that. She was loving and patient and with the help of an old friend, Joe Marleau, had got Marcus back on his feet and back into hockey. However, quite a bit had change over the past couple of years. Tori settled in a mid level management job at a local manufacturing center and Marcus got his feet wet in the fantastic but often lonely world of scouting. Moving in together a year ago seemed like a good idea at the time but now maybe not both but at least one person in the relationship was questioning the decision.
Its not that the love wasn’t there, you can’t not love someone after being through the times that our couple had been through, but they were simply at different points in their lives. Though relatively the same age (29 for Marcus and 28 for Tori) they were at different points in their lives. Tori was looking for the next step in the relationship, marriage, children etc., etc. but Marcus wanted to take a stronger focus in his career. He loved hockey and wanted to move up the scouting ranks. This meant he would be going to as many junior games in all across the eastern seaboard with occasional visits to San Jose. Not quite what Tori had in mind.
The relationship was at a crossroads and while both knew in their heart it was probably time to move on neither was about to take the next step. But tonight either unfortunately or fortunately depending on your view of the relationship it was about to change.
Monday, June 1, 2009
And so we begin
I amazed at Katie's Blistering pace and cant say I am that far but I am just short of 2000 words after a late night of exciting writing. One thing I noticed about this novel compared to last years is that even this early on in I know more about my character than I did about any of my characters last year.
Its pretty cool. Also following Jill's advice of swearing whenever possible. Its adding nicely to my word count though often feels forced sometimes I just don't have it in me.
Its amazing how you can change things when you start writing. At first I wanted to start my novel in London but then I shifted it to Sarnia. It just felt right. I hope this feelings continue as I try to rush along writing my novel and getting out to head start so when I have no idea where I want my book to go I'll have some time to procrastinate. :D
And here for fun an excerpt from my first chapter, I dont think anyone would read the entire thing yet:P
Marcus eased his car into a cruising speed of 120 kms/hr and turned off the 401 west on to the 402 west. It always amused him that the powers that be considered Toronto east of Kitchener when it felt more north but then again geography had never been his strong suit. Fact is Marcus was never a particularly brilliant student and in his class when growing up you would never have expected this child to be nicknamed “Aurelius”. It began as a teasing name other kids used to called him to make fun of him but after he gained a measure of skill playing hockey it turned into actually a pretty respectable nickname his teammates used to call him. But nicknames stick for a reason and past players always said Marcus had an eye for the game but it was more distant and philosophical than most. His nickname was certainly better than ‘Sparky’ or ‘Bruiser’ in any case. Nicknames like that and you don’t go far in hockey or in life.
Marcus headed down the familiar path to Sarnia. It was a pretty boring drive. With flat sight lines, and farmer’s fields as the only attraction Marcus remember fondly sleeping through most of this terrain. He had mixed feelings towards Sarnia. On one hand it was the first major junior rink that he had ever played on in his early days of playing AAA and it was a pretty decent rink all things considered. It had after all been a contender for hosting the Memorial Cup in 2008 and they don’t just hand that honour out to every city. On the other hand outside of the rink Sarnia was not a very exciting city and a lot of past teammates would have considered it somewhat of a dump (that’s the politest way of saying it anyway.) Marcus would have to agree because everyone he had known from Sarnia could not wait for their chance to leave the city but still the ice surface always held a special place in his heart and it also held a special place in the heart of the boy (young man?) he was going to see: Tim O’Shea.
Its pretty cool. Also following Jill's advice of swearing whenever possible. Its adding nicely to my word count though often feels forced sometimes I just don't have it in me.
Its amazing how you can change things when you start writing. At first I wanted to start my novel in London but then I shifted it to Sarnia. It just felt right. I hope this feelings continue as I try to rush along writing my novel and getting out to head start so when I have no idea where I want my book to go I'll have some time to procrastinate. :D
And here for fun an excerpt from my first chapter, I dont think anyone would read the entire thing yet:P
Marcus eased his car into a cruising speed of 120 kms/hr and turned off the 401 west on to the 402 west. It always amused him that the powers that be considered Toronto east of Kitchener when it felt more north but then again geography had never been his strong suit. Fact is Marcus was never a particularly brilliant student and in his class when growing up you would never have expected this child to be nicknamed “Aurelius”. It began as a teasing name other kids used to called him to make fun of him but after he gained a measure of skill playing hockey it turned into actually a pretty respectable nickname his teammates used to call him. But nicknames stick for a reason and past players always said Marcus had an eye for the game but it was more distant and philosophical than most. His nickname was certainly better than ‘Sparky’ or ‘Bruiser’ in any case. Nicknames like that and you don’t go far in hockey or in life.
Marcus headed down the familiar path to Sarnia. It was a pretty boring drive. With flat sight lines, and farmer’s fields as the only attraction Marcus remember fondly sleeping through most of this terrain. He had mixed feelings towards Sarnia. On one hand it was the first major junior rink that he had ever played on in his early days of playing AAA and it was a pretty decent rink all things considered. It had after all been a contender for hosting the Memorial Cup in 2008 and they don’t just hand that honour out to every city. On the other hand outside of the rink Sarnia was not a very exciting city and a lot of past teammates would have considered it somewhat of a dump (that’s the politest way of saying it anyway.) Marcus would have to agree because everyone he had known from Sarnia could not wait for their chance to leave the city but still the ice surface always held a special place in his heart and it also held a special place in the heart of the boy (young man?) he was going to see: Tim O’Shea.
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