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I posted the final chapter of “Rosemary” and as much as I want to like it I feel like it’s incomplete.
Maybe I could have shown more, but there are things that the narrator just doesn’t know so she can’t connect or comment to us about it at the time

The dad doesn’t express a lot of lovey-Dovey feelings; a thing actually shared with the male side of my family-so it’s included here as well.

I Am Rosemary’s Granddaughter Chapter 21 (final): “Melodies and Memories”

I stepped into my old bedroom and felt an old, familiar feeling. A depression feeling, one that I had had for so long but was able to break away from less than a week before only to be caught in its driftnet and pulled back. I ran my hands across my head, still having the sensation that my hair was long enough to pull into a ponytail but it wasn’t. Going to a wig store was not out of the question.

I Am Rosemary’s Granddaughter Chapter 20: “Homeward Bound”

I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. Tragically, there was no way to just click my heels three times or wish upon a star to reverse it all. It was all real, every word he spoke, every fallen tear. As long as I kept my eyes closed and thought of nothing, all was well...I’m sure there were some heavy meds involved as well.
I woke up in a strange place with my hands restrained and a brace on my arm. My legs were bound too.
“Where am I?”

Who I Am/I Am Rosemary’s Granddaughter

“Who I Am” is the original title for the story (and I have been on the fence to use it again) when it was written as a screenplay. The original opening title sequence was extended out (it’s the backstory in each chapter) so the first music sequence that survives in the book would be when Kris runs the theatre back to her dorm room.

I Am Rosemary’s Granddaughter Chapter 19: “Most of All”

“So, they’re still going to perform the play?” Mike’s voice still had a tiredness to it.
“Yes, I think it’s a great tribute for her.”
“You would’ve performed it all yourself if they didn’t.”
“You’re right,” I replied.
I sat at a small, built for two, but three people could possibly sit at it if they used tea saucers as dinner plates as I talked with Micheal over the phone.
Danny was on the other side of the room on his computer.
“I wish you could see it.”
“We could come and break you out of the hospital?”

Unwritten Rules Chapter 5 (starter): "Once In Every Life"

Earlier in the summer our church youth group piled into two minivans and took a trip across the state line to "Wild Waters" in Coeur d' Alene, Idaho. It was a water park with four twisty slides, one "deep drop" and a lazy river. It was situated on a fake hilltop near the interstate, in a place one could see from afar and scream at their parents that they MUST GO THERE NOW.

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Original title: Rebekah Anne Bettencourt

Trivia Notes
The flashbacks about “Sam” are real…except for the airport scene (but I probably would have done it)
Jeannie and Rebekah Bettencourt are based on real life sisters.
The use of Aselin Debison’s music is a carryover from the screenplay and remain as the mood for each chapter. And yes, this is the same singer whose song titles are referenced in "I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter"

Unwritten Rules Chapter 4: "Some Days"

There were a few days that I spent with Sam at her house. She lived in a medium-sized duplex located on Fairchild Air Force Base along with her parents and her older brother, James. James was two years older than me and he was the stereotypical older brother who thought the worst about any boy dating his sister. He never actually said it, but at the times when Sam and I were sitting together in her room, he would walk by (the door was always open) and give me “the look” that says, in the flashing of a blink: “I will tolerate you being with my sister.

Unwritten Rules

First off, thank you to everyone who has read any of my book chapters
Second, I apologize that I'm slow at getting them completed
Three, if you're here then you may have read the first chapter of "Unwritten Rules", based on the screenplay “Rebekah Anne Bettencourt”.

Music influence: Aselin Debison “Sweet is the Melody”

Unwritten Rules Chapter 3: "Rise Again"

When I was a sophomore, I took Samantha to her school’s Homecoming dance. Since I did not have a car or a license at that time we tried to make it as hassle-free as we could by having everyone meet at her friend’s house. The dance was after a football game and she played the saxophone in the Medical Lake High School pep band, so I came to the game wearing slacks, buffed shoes and a dress shirt under a sweater and a light jacket.

Unwritten Rules Chapter 2: "Moonlight Shadow"

I met Sam on a Sunday morning before my sophomore year. We went to the same church and she was a friend of the other girls in the class, since they all went to the same school. She didn’t talk very much and I retrained from my usual barrage of a unique knowledge of humanities (read: useless facts) about how Jonah never really cared about anything except for what he knew, I stayed quiet. Not cool, not reserved, not “ooh, check out the mysterious guy in the corner”—because no matter what I’d say or do, the other girls in the room had known me for almost two years prior.

Unwritten Rules Chapter 1: "Driftwood"

"Welcome to Spokane International Airport…parking is restricted to the parking garage…there is no parking allowed in the loading and unloading…"
As much as that recording repeated itself, I was beginning to get extremely annoyed. Here I was, at the airport, at six-thirty in the morning, doing exactly what I said I would NEVER do: going after my lost girlfriend.
Well, she wasn’t lost...we broke up.

I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter Chapter 17: "Miss You"

I had several dreams during the night.
Not all of them were nightmares, but they came close as they all revolved around real people in my life. I couldn't recall anything that they said, but it was more of their expressions—the lifeless, dead expressions they had with every face that flashed in my head. My parents, teachers, Karen Anne, Dick, maybe even Elvis, I don’t know…but they all stood along a line that lead to a door and ultimately closed it on me.

I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter Chapter 16: "Life"

I stood in the midst of what was once my “home”—or at least my home away from home for the school year. Everything was torn to ribbons; quite literally—as if the perpetrators were a regiment of renegade, pissed-off seamstresses with scissors in hand. Whoever did it wasn't seen by anybody—or maybe no one cared to get involved.
Every stitch of clothing we owned, destroyed.
Our books, sliced.

Seventeen Months, Twenty-One Days, Five Hours, Six Minutes & Forty-Eight Seconds of a Relationship Chapter 1: "Far Away"

“I know you’re a guidance counselor…but this isn’t exactly a ‘where do I see myself in the future and what school do I want to go with’ type of question.”
“Well, David, my position of a school counselor is to assist students in where they want to go, as you say, in the future, but it’s also a part of my job to make sure everything is okay with you here in the present.”

IARG cover issue

I'm trying to decide if I really want to use the current cover I have for "Rosemary".

Pros: It is professionally done, it looks nice...the characterizations are just. About. There.
Cons: The model for Kristi is Differnet from the character description in the text and the cover makes it look like a romance novel...which it isn't.

Would it be better to use the following picture (or one like it, of the same model) than the current version?

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 15 (Final) "Don't Be Stupid"

No one came up to my room. No one came to the door. I don’t know if I really wanted anyone to or not. For as much as I might have wanted someone to ask if I was okay, I didn’t want to talk.
I didn’t pack any clothes or take my sketchbooks when I left by dawn’s early light. No note. Nothing. I just wanted to get away from everyone for a while.

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 14 "There Goes the Neighborhood"

My Wednesday morning run felt like the re-reading of the last few pages of a horror novel, or more to the point, I kept re-living Monday over and over; thought about what would happen two hours later. Was it to be a day of blue skies, unicorns, and cotton candy or one of pent-up anger, confusion, and possible humiliation that would come to an agonizing apex? The thought that this would be my last day of school at Ferris was heavy, and on my way back as I stopped in front of the old house.
“Shouldn’t have said anything. Everything would still be....”

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 13 "Up"

The truth hurts. We’re always told to be up front with others: don’t play with anyone’s mind or heart, honesty is the best policy, give a little bit of heart and soul and all that, right?
Mom could leave out a few small, relatively speaking, details and feel she didn’t do anything wrong. Dad could just flat out deny things—and people—existed and everything’s still bomb. Not a care in the world. I never inherited those genes. A part of me always wondered if I was adopted. Either that, or someone held a gun to their heads and forced them to copulate.

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 12 "For The Love of Him"

My morning run that day never happened, at least not in a physical manner. I had several dreams that I ran all over the city, the country, maybe a bit of the world. I wasn’t avoiding anything. No boogieman or demonic figure was chasing me down—and by that, yes, I meant my dad. I was moving toward something, but I never saw what it was.

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 11 "Cest la Vie"

I woke up several times during the night. I sat up and looked out the window each time. There wasn’t anything out there, it was a quiet night. No storms, but I continued to wake up every hour or so. The only reason I could come up with were dreams of Matt—although I wasn’t sure if they were dreams or nightmares. I could tell him on Monday I was thinking about him all night and I wouldn’t be lying.

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 10 "I'm Holding Onto Love"

In the morning, I went on a longer run than usual in order to think about things…like, what the Hell was I doing with Matt? This was the guy who, if he could, would roll the dice of my life for absolutely no reason—if my name was James. The part of me cowering behind the sofa was screaming at me that I was, once again, being an idiot. A beautiful, smart, and knowing what she wants kind of idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 9 "If You Want to Touch Her, Ask"

We drove to school mostly in silence. Krys tried to make light conversation but I had so much on my mind all I could do was give one word responses. I did apologize and thanked her for caring about the situation.
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s not ruin your second day of school by acting like we want to murder everyone, okay?”
“Right.”

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 8 "Whatever You Do, Don't"

We drove home after cheer practice with Krys talking a mile a minute.
“You were great out there, really. You were.”
I really wasn’t too bad. I knew the cheers but never actually performed the motions so I was a few steps behind.
“Thank you, I—”
“Now there are a few on the team who are going to be put off by—”
“Put off?” I asked. “Why?”
It was my first practice, but the unwritten laws of cheerleading stressed that the weak shall perish and the rest of squad saw me as a lost lamb.

A Window to Your Heart Chapter 7: (Final): "Give It Away"

As I stood at the front of a church, I could feel a bit of subtle fear. Naturally, I’d feel a little bit of anxiety. You survive junior high then high school, and then you move out into the world. Sometimes, you take small detours…and sometimes you have to gun it down the interstate at maximum speed. This was that day for us.

A Window to Your Heart Chapter 6: "She Walks With Me"

On September 16, 1993, I had the whole world at my feet. Gone was the lost boy of the past. The worrywart was wounded and withdrawn from a wondrous life. I was a new man. Now if you think that I’m gloating just a little bit, you’d be right. I could. Because I had it all: school, friends, a car, a job, and the girl of my dreams…who was not a dream but true flesh and blood, and I got to see her every day.

A Window to Your Heart Chapter 5: "Place In This World"

I woke up early and nearly freaked out as I jumped up, grabbed the book from off of the floor by the spine, and placed it in my backpack.
“I’ll read it on the bus. Might have to skip a few chapters.”

Sinking into Myself Chapter 4: "Ice Cream and Indians"

The crisis had occurred.
The young girl sat alone and pondered everything.
Had he played with her heart? Kicked it down the way and left it broken?
Had she placed him onto a pedestal left only for God, and forsaken any divine tribute?
He had not spoken to her for a few days…always finding a reason not to talk, always in the company of the vicious lion, the one she thought he had broken away from, to find his own pride. While the young man did not say anything mean, the constant ignoring was cruel in of itself.

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 5 "It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing"

“Jennifer?”
“Yes?”
I sat in a couch across from Doctor London’s chair as she looked through my paperwork and then at me. I
changed a bit of my style that day: loose shirt, a short skirt, and a looped set of earrings.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” she asked as she stood up and walked over to a deep chair next to the couch.
“I couldn’t really tell you. I decided to do something about it and here we are.”
“I see.” She wrote something down as I continued.

A Window to Your Heart Chapter 4: "The Love Crusade"

I opened my eyes and looked to my side. All I could see was tall grass and a caterpillar on a grassy reed.
“Am I dead?”
“No, far from it. Welcome to a whole new world…or a great kingdom, however you want to call it.”
I stood up and looked to Gabe. He appeared at ease and calm, like this was just another everyday, common occurrence for him.
“Care to take a look around?
“Look around for wha—” I looked to the distance to see a massive fortress.
“That’s where the king lives.”
“King?”

A Window to Your Heart Chapter 3: "A Way"

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For some reason, and at the time, I never gave it another thought on how or why Mr. Irwin never came back for me. Yes, I sweated through history class, waiting and dreading that he would either appear through the door or hear his voice booming over the intercom. It never occurred though. Still, the period was smooth sailing because Tiffany sat three rows and one desk back from me.

A Window to Your Heart Chapter 2: "Restless Heart"

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I sat at a table by myself at lunch. Not that I wanted to be anti-social, it was just that I must have had a glazed-eye look, and it probably freaked people out a bit, so in what probably looked like a variation of the parting of the Red Sea, the student body steered clear of me. I would have probably wanted to avoid myself as well as I stared blankly at my brown-bagged lunch and the watery ring of where my soda sat just a bit earlier, now missing.

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A Window to Your Heart
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By Sean McKissack

It’s taken….about…twenty five years to write this story as I had to constantly rewrite it and wonder how she would feel about certain elements of the plot. I mean, after all, without her, there wouldn’t be a story.

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A Window to Your Heart Chapter 1: "In Pursuit of the Dream"

“Do you mind? Oh, it’s you.” 
“Yes, me…and who are you?” 
“You don’t know who I am? No, no, of course you wouldn’t. What does a great messenger have to do with a creature from the depths below?” 
“We are in agreement on that.” 
“You’re not the least bit curious?” 
“Not really…unless your intentions are nefarious.” 
“Me? What gives you that kind of idea?” 
“I believe you’re the one that brought the black plague to London…” 
“Oh, so you do remember me?” 
“Is it Linda…Lucille-?” 
“LYDIA!” 

Sinking Into Myself Chapter 3: "Beautiful Thing"

The young girl, at last, had broken through the demonic shell that held the young man’s heart. With that, she composed a song for him to always remember her by. She wrote it on the finest parchment she could find, dazzling it with multi-colored inks and unicorns that one only does when they feel they are in love:
And now I see,
What must come to be,
O’ the thoughts I have of you and me.
I long to see your face and without you here it’s a lonely place.
And what I want to say
Will go for my days.
And I want it to be for all time,

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 3 "When"

For the next few weeks, I slowly worked my way into my new identity. Granted, I was not exactly sure how it was all going to work. If I could go back and start out young, it would have been easy to figure out, or at least have friends, maybe, to show me how my eyebrows should look or how to apply just the right amount of anything. I thought about asking Krys, but decided to go it alone.

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When I was a guy
There was a sorrow to my eyes... an echo of her reflection that prevailed so deep inside.

When I was a boy
I employed it as a ploy... amplifying the false perception, so, the truth, all could avoid.

While I was man,
She couldn't understand... the reason of her isolation and the shackles 'round her hands.

To Be a Different Someone: Chapter 2 "From This Moment On"

We left without a word to my dad or to each other. The car trip was silent for the first hour of our journey.
“I’m sorry that this is happening, James.”
“Why did we have to leave?”
She stammered for a moment before sighing. “Some things are best left unsaid for now.”

Cherry Moone: Mooneshadows: Chapter 9: "Zero" (starter)

I feigned sleep the entire trip to Reardan; only because I didn’t want to talk to either of them. Alex dropped me off at Christy’s house and I shambled down the stairs to the basement of the house. Christy opened the door and we rushed to her room.

Sinking Into Myself Chapter 2: "Ten Men"

The young girl sat alone during the lunch hour. She didn't sit with the other students in the lunchroom. No, she walled herself in the safety of a classroom. While others were out on the field talking and running (one would not dare call it "recess" in junior high) she stayed behind to read a book.
"What are you doing in here, cow?"
She refused to look up from her reading--not wanting to give her tormentor the satisfaction.
"Are you too afraid to be with the others? Or are you afraid you’ll squash them flat?"
"I don’t weigh that much."

Sinking Into Myself Chapter 1: "Matter of Fact"

In 1991, a young schoolgirl was the victim of a horrendous verbal assault. It did not start “innocently” and escalate, it was always on the level of cruelty.
“Hey, cow.”
“Moo!”

The young girl was big for her age, yes, that was true. Although never self-conscious...it didn’t make her feel any better as she walked down the hallway on her second day of school.
“Are you fat and hard of hearing too?”

I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter Chapter 15: "Bigger Than Me"

I ran across campus to the dorm parking lot; hoping that maybe he went with Danny and left the car…even though I still didn't have a license. The car wasn't there and I had to wonder if I could run four miles or so to the hospital, across a bridge filled with heavy traffic. I decided I could that and possibly swim across the Tennessee River if push came to shove.

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