A Day Late

Hello all!

I know, I know, I'm a day late in posting for this past week. Last week was rough and I'm surprised I got as much done as I did. I have a very strong emotional response to stress which includes crying so much that nothing gets done and then I'm more stressed and don't sleep. I went through that last week up until Thursday, and then I spent from then to now trying to catch up some since I kept nodding off in various classes. I feel like this week is going to be a lot better though, and next week I am off to Universal Studios for Thanksgiving break!

In the midst of all that, I did write every day. However, I have only written three more pages. I am glad that even though I was stressed out I was able to find time to write. I hope to get a lot done this week. I got through the vigilante story of the twins (told by Shelly), and next is going to be a story from Genesis about the French Revolution (which is my favorite part of history and I know a lot about), and then how Genesis and Shelly met (I'm thinking during the Civil War, but I'm not sure yet). Then we'll get William's emotional back story and everyone will go home. After that, I'm not sure what will happen. They have a mind of their own these days.

So, this week is going to be lots of writing. I've already taken the only test planned for this week and I probably won't get much homework assigned.

This week's bit of writing:

“Someone should tell the vigilante story, and I don’t care much who but I have a feelin' Mark has not heard that one,” Shelly grinned. I sighed. It was an embarrassing story from when Jessie and I were in college, and while I was the only one embarrassed by it anymore, it had been told so many times in that circle I didn't really care anymore.

“Mark, if this story is told you must promise that it will not leave this room. There is a reason you haven’t heard it yet, and I don’t want anyone at work hearing about it,” Jessie said. She was always worried about looking professional, but I doubted that Mark would tell.

“I promised when I first came here with you that everything shared in this room would not be shared with the outside world, and Genesis promised to rip my still beating heart from my chest with her fangs and eat it if I broke that promise,” Mark started. William chuckled, and Mark shot him a look. “So, whatever it is, I won’t tell,” he finished. Genesis nodded as if to reassure Jessie of her promise.