January 15, 2015

This entry is part 3 of 6 in the Fanfiction 101

What Is Three-Act Story Structure?

So that might seem like a straight forward question, but the concept and definition of three-act structure varies depending on who you ask. Some books (Book in a Month by Victoria Lynn Schmidt) break down the three act structure into incredibly small pieces: Plot Point, Story Hook, Climax, Resolution, etc.

The definition I’m offering here is an amalgamation of what I’ve learned reading all those books in order to best describe how I use the principles to structure my stories. It’s basically the idea of a beginning, a middle, and an end. In each section, there are few things that need to happen to propel your story forward.

In your beginning, you need have have the set up, the introduction of characters, the inciting incident, and at least one plot point that twists your story and pushes it forward.

In your middle, you have to take the situation you set up in the first part and raise the stakes–increase the tension, complicate the relationship. Your story should have a definable middle, or midpoint, to drive home how far you’ve come, and yet how far there is to go. And there should be another plot point that continues to push the story.

And in the end, you have to have your climax and resolution.

Those are usually the basics you need in any story. You can do more, you don’t always have to do all of the above — it’s structure that should be adapted to best suit your needs, but starting with the above is usually a good way to ensure that your story is relatively well-paced and does the minimum to keep your readers interested.

Discarding Earlier Versions: Poisonous Dreams

To discuss how I developed A Few Words, it’s easiest to start with the first version: Poisonous Dreams, which actually had an earlier discarded and unfinished version. It began as just a way to deal with the April 2003 spoiler that Elizabeth would be carrying Ric’s child.

I didn’t develop PD very much beyond the initial concept. I decided on a marriage of convenience angle which had Elizabeth marrying Jason to ensure protection from the Families and a layer of security with Ric. I didn’t develop Ric or the end of his relationship with Elizabeth, but rather jumped right into the plot. Version 1 opened with the wedding, and Version 2 opened with Carly suggesting the plan.

Why didn’t PD work? First and foremost, through characterization. The characters of Emily and Courtney and their use in the story was ill-thought out and only developed due to a need for an inside traitor. They both actively betray Elizabeth and put her into danger, which reflected how I felt about those characters in the summer and fall of 2003 rather than an accurate reading of how those characters might react.

Secondly, the story structure. Because I didn’t have an endgame in mind when I began PD, I couldn’t pace the story very well. I would throw in haphazard cliffhangers because I didn’t know what to do next, and I didn’t really have a handle on the characters of Jason or Elizabeth or the progression of their relationship in the story. Peripheral characters were oddly used or perhaps a bit forced, particularly Carly and the Spencers.

So when I began to write a sequel, I couldn’t make it work because I felt as though I had a shoddy foundation. I abandoned the sequel twice and decided to rewrite it.

The Structure and Development of A Few Words Too Many

A Few Words is divided into three parts, each of which have a breakdown of important story beats.

Part 1

Inciting Incident: Elizabeth learns she’s pregnant by Ric, a man whose true nature has been revealed to her recently.
Turning Point One: Elizabeth is nearly kidnapped, necessitating that she move in with Jason for extra security.

Part 2

Raising the Stakes: Jason and Elizabeth begin to deal with their past problems.
Midpoint: Jason and Elizabeth make love for the first time.
Turning Point Two: Elizabeth tells Jason she’s leaving him after Ric is no longer a factor.

Part 3

Temporary Relief: Jason and Elizabeth finally discuss their future together.
Climax: Jason and Sonny arrive at the warehouse to rescue Elizabeth.
Resolution: Jason and Elizabeth become engaged.

If you read A Few Words, you might be able to ascertain that I’ve structured the story focusing less on the actual action than the relationship between Jason and Elizabeth. Part One is the beginning, as they struggle with Jason’s claim to be her child’s father, Part Two is a cautious reunion that doesn’t answer enough questions, and Part Three is the resolution to their future–of being a family.

One of the major complaints of the story–and it’s an apt one–that the angst level was too much. There was too much of Jason being an asshole, of Elizabeth being too afraid to deal with the future.

I developed the progression of their relationship almost in a backwards fashion. I had a vision of Elizabeth sitting in a rocking chair, telling Jason it couldn’t work. That they wouldn’t come together as a family until after the baby was born.

In order to do that particular plot, I had to figure out why they would wait so long. How could I draw out the main plot–with Ric and Faith–for that length of time? Could it tie together?

Characterization: Dear God, the Angst.

I went back to the drawing board to look at who Jason and Elizabeth were as characters at this point and time. I had picked up this particular story in the spring of 2003, with a few alterations to the period between her leaving in October and the beginning of April. This is mostly to deal with the out of character nature of the confrontation in Kelly’s, and the way Elizabeth had acted towards Courtney or approached her relationship with Ric. I also wasn’t a fan of how they dealt with Ric’s character. Rick Hearst is an amazing actor, but they overplayed his hand, and the things he did to Elizabeth that spring and summer has been my primary obstacle in enjoying them as a couple again.

So once I had made a few changes, I had to deal with the fact they had both dated other people during the period in which they were separated. I had eliminated Sonny firing Jason over Courtney because, as I’ve often commented, the arc of the Jason/Courtney relationship was all wrong. I didn’t mind a rebound relationship and I would have understood if they had developed it from that, but they had both characters completely ignore the people who came before. If you were a new viewer in February, you never believe Courtney would have stripped for AJ or that Jason would have allowed himself to blackmailed by Edward or work with Taggart to save Elizabeth.

But the concept of a rebound relationship on both their parts? That worked. Jason has a history of turning to something else to numb his mind. With Michael, he returned to Jake’s and either drank or rode his bike. With Elizabeth’s defection, he looked to Courtney, someone who didn’t seem to expect too much of him. For Elizabeth, Ric really did represent the things Jason did to her–with the addition of pretending to respect and value her.

But establishing their characterization at the start of the story was easy. How to deal with a progression of those characters and what their baggage would mean if they gave their relationship an honest shot? The Zander nonsense from the previous summer still had to be dealt with, Elizabeth’s own general sense of inadequacy was also a factor. But what would really explain Jason holding himself back from Elizabeth and her child?

One of Jason’s defining moments as a character, aside from the aftermath of the accident, was his relationship with Michael and the sense of devastation he experienced upon losing him. At the same time he lost his position of Michael’s father, he also lost Robin–one of his first touchstones in his short life. And he lost her through a devastating betrayal. A year later, he was betrayed again by two other people he trusted–Sonny and Carly. Jason had talked himself into being in love with Carly and Sonny was his family. To me, this betrayal was never dealt with. Jason just set it aside and left town.

So far in Jason’s life, all the people he’d cared for–save Emily–had betrayed him. Elizabeth had also not proved herself all that trustworthy–particularly in 2001, when she walked away from him and then the nonsense of 2002. So Jason, though a simple man who values truth, learned to hold himself back. Because the loss of Michael, and the betrayals of Robin, Sonny, and Carly, had left him bleeding in the snow. It was as close to a suicide attempt as I think Jason has ever come, though it’s never really been written that way–it has always struck me in that way.

So it made sense to me that he wouldn’t necessarily leap into being around another child, even though he’s claiming paternity. Even after he and Elizabeth start working out their problems, he still holds himself back, because he doesn’t expect Elizabeth to stay.

Why doesn’t Elizabeth see this? Why doesn’t the parallel of the situation strike her? First, she’s just too swept up in her own misery, and second, I think she would just expect Jason to know her better than that. To know that she would never allow him to be part of her child’s life without follow through. Which is why when it finally comes to a head after Cady’s birth, she’s hurt but she’s understanding. And Jason’s a bit sheepish about it, because it does sound ridiculous when it’s finally said outloud.

So that’s how I developed the progression of their story. There is an insane level of angst in their relationship. They deal with literally every obstacle I could throw at them — Zander, Ric, Courtney, the baby, the future, his job, even Lucky. Why did I go to that trouble?

Because once they’re together, before her kidnapping, it feels earned. They’ve gone through hell and back in the last year, but now they’re a unit, they’re a family. I knew I was writing a sequel, and I didn’t want anything left over to deal with in that. A Few Words is an angsty love story set against the backdrop of action and psychotic villains, but it never really strays from that initial center: Jason and Elizabeth are the heart of the story.

Developing The Beats of the Story

I wanted to retain the sense of Emily and Courtney as slight antagonists due to the nature of their relationship, but I did not want to repeat the problems in PD. Emily actively betrays Elizabeth to Faith in both earlier versions, while Courtney actually participates in the final kidnapping. This didn’t feel right, and I can’t really explain why I thought it would be a good idea.

But I wanted Elizabeth to be slightly isolated in the beginning of the story, partly to introduce Nadine as a solution to that, but also to further develop the relationship between Emily and Elizabeth. They’re close friends, yes, but it was always in context of their relationship to Lucky. They became close after Emily was blackmailed, but when Emily thought Elizabeth might be involved with Jason, she kind of flipped. Additionally, the show never addressed Elizabeth and Zander’s night in the summer of 2002.

So I wanted to retain the sense of Emily’s betrayal, and Courtney as the scorned ex seemed natural. But I wanted to do both points as somewhat more believable. So I changed Emily’s betrayal to be a bit more passive and accidental, and Courtney retained the more active role–but as an informant.

So Emily is the one that leaks Elizabeth’s pregnancy to Ric, which starts the chain reaction of Jason claiming paternity. She does this to help Elizabeth, to prove they’re still friends. And her second betrayal is accidental. She’s commiserating with Courtney about the state of her friendship with Elizabeth, her relationship with Jason, and talks about a hole in Elizabeth’s security.

Courtney’s betrayal needed to be a bit more active, but I drew the line at having her participate in Elizabeth’s kidnapping. The way I had set up the plot gave me the motivation I needed: Carly has shifted allegiance to Elizabeth, Sonny is more concerned with Elizabeth, and of course, Jason chose Elizabeth. Courtney wants a bit of revenge, and Faith offers her that. Courtney tells Sonny she wanted to matter, and this was how she did. So Courtney takes Emily’s place as an informer.

I think the rewrite was a lot closer to the characters of Courtney and Emily, but maybe less so to Ric and Faith. Because I wanted them off stage as a menacing shadow, I didn’t do much with either of them. I don’t know if that’s a mistake or not, but it worked for me at the time, and I think it gave the story a bit of mystery. That when Jason and Sonny realize after Elizabeth’s kidnapping–that this is part of Ric’s endgame–that there was a rhyme and reason for his drawing out the scheme for nearly a year, in playing cat and mouse with the business–it tied together what might have felt like a lot of loose ends and filler information.  But that’s just me.

Sometimes story structure is having an ending in mind and exploring all the reasons why a character might act that way. Knowing that I wanted to draw this story out over a period of ten months, knowing that I didn’t want the Jason and Elizabeth relationship resolved until after Cady’s birth–it challenged me to explore motivations and character. To bring in Sonny and Carly as supporting characters who might serve as sounding boards to explain the delay, and to also contribute to their part in Jason’s damaged psyche.

To develop the relationship in fits and starts — beginning with Chapter 9, where they begin to put their friendship back together, to Chapter 14 where they have an argument about how he’s pushing her away, to Chapter 17 where Elizabeth tells Jason she’s leaving him, to Chapter 22 where Elizabeth painfully explains to Jason that she knows him and his job and loves him anyway–it was all leading up to that moment where Ric sends a birth certificate with his name scrawled in, so that Jason and Elizabeth could face that from a moment of strength. To remark that if Elizabeth and Cady had to disappear, that it wouldn’t be a question in Jason’s mind that he’d be going with her.

Conclusion

I don’t know how much of that rambling is actually useful. Maybe it offers some insights into the insane levels of angst, or maybe it might help someone else ask questions about their own characters. Sometimes the best stories happen when you ask yourself a what if question and apply to a variety of characters and timelines. For A Few Words and PD, I asked, How would Jason and Sonny protect Elizabeth and her child from Ric? How would that complicate their own lives? Who would this affect?

As you can see, I didn’t exactly sit down and develop a story structure by asking myself what is my inciding incident and what is my plot point? I sketched out a general story and because I asked myself a thousand questions as to how the characters might react, the structure filled itself out naturally.

Writing soap opera fanfiction is a different animal than regular fiction.  I usually develop my premise and then come up with an idea with what the ending should be, then start backwards. How would I get those characters to this position? Exploring your character’s motivations through their background will often give you all the story beats you need. You just have to stop long enough to ask yourself the question.

January 7, 2015

This is by no means an extensive list of all the stories I’ve loved in the more than decade I’ve been reading and writing fanfiction. Unfortunately, many have been lost to board deletions and time, so if for some reason I don’t have a link available, it’s because I personally don’t have one anymore.

And most of these stories are older just because I am horribly out of date with my reading and I’ve been writing so much lately I haven’t had much chance for getting caught up on newer stories.

These are not ranked in any order, just by the way I remembered to put them on the list.

  1. Quagmire by ILETUDRIVE. Stephanie is hands down, one of my favorite GH authors, even though some of her best work remains incomplete. I have fantasies she’ll come back to writing one day, but ha, I may be delusional. This particular entry is set in 2002 and rewrites the stalker storyline in tremendous fashion.
  2. The Right Girl by Huma. My obsession with Johnny and Nadine can be directly traced to this story.  I could never write these characters as well as she does, but I sure try. And her Claudia? Flawless. Just fantastic.
  3. Worlds on Fire by LeaB. An older story that I just read this year, as she mostly finished it after I had disappeared from the fic world. It’s a rewrite of the 2004 storylines that inspired me to write Jason and Elizabeth storyline in The Best Thing as a slow-paced reconnection. Really, anything by Lea is tremendous.
  4. Heartbeats by oyhumbug. I found this at Archive Of Our Own this last year and spent days catching up on this author’s work. This is my favorite of her works–a unique take on Jason’s exit in 2000 and the selfish nature of the people in his life.
  5. The Lone Ranger series by Huma. This is Liason and company in high school. It’s alternate universe and pretty much goes against everything I’ve ever said about writing in character, but my God, it still works for me.
  6. Web of Deceit by ILETUDRIVE. The story that’s inspired my recent return to 2002 and those events. It takes the car accident Courtney, Elizabeth, and Gia were involved in during that spring and does something so amazing with it, I can’t even begin to describe it.
  7. Once Upon a Time by eliza. I no longer have a link for this story, which is literally so damn depressing. It’s set in Regency era England, where debutante Elizabeth finds herself falling for black sheep Jason Morgan.
  8. Whispers by JewelTones. No longer available on the web, but a fantastic supernatural alternate universe I wish I had saved years ago.
  9. Dance With the Devil by Jeweltones. Also not available, but a semi AU story in which Elizabeth and Jason are in Italy.
  10. Not Jake’s Food by SlimWhistler. The only link I have for this is kind of crappy — the conversion from Ezboard to Yuku left it with no punctuation, so it can be hard to follow. That being said, one of the quintessential Liason stories from the good old days.

 

Honestly, I could list everything by Lea, Stephanie, and Huma, so please check out the other stories their links lead to. I just tried to choose my absolute favorites here. If anyone has links to the three stories I don’t have anymore, I’d love to see that. I’m working on overhauling my link section, so maybe as I revisit more sites, I’ll be able to add to this.

December 25, 2014

These are the two opening scenes to my Tangle rewrite.


I’m alive but tell me am I free
I got eyes but tell me can I see
The sky is falling and no one knows
It shouldn’t be hard to believe
Shouldn’t be this difficult to breathe
The sky is falling and no one knows
Sky is Falling, Lifehouse


Monday, November 15, 2010

Morgan Home: Kitchen

The last time Jason Morgan saw his wife, she was smiling at him. She stood by her open car door, facing the street as he fastened the car seat for their three-year-old son, Jake.

“I’m going to miss you guys so much,” she murmured, leaning over the car door to kiss him softly. “I wish I weren’t going back today.”

Jason smoothed his hand down the back of her hand, over her chestnut hair and tilted his head to the side. “You don’t have to go, you know. You can call, ask for extra time.”

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I can’t. I’ve already been out six months. I think I was spoiled because I was only out three with Jake.” She cast her sapphire eyes at their blond son who was chattering with six-year-old Cameron. “And you know…the last month of that was…” She sighed. “I’m not going to think about that anymore.”

He didn’t much like to think about the few weeks their newborn son had been kidnapped by a grief-stricken mother, made possible by his girlfriend’s anger at the situation, as she had stood and watched the woman lift an innocent boy from his carriage and leave the park.

“We don’t have to.” He kissed her again. “But you know…Juliet is going to miss you.”

She laughed, the sorrow clearing from her eyes. “Oh, she is not. She has you wrapped around her tiny finger.” She punctuated each word with a soft finger poking him in the chest. “Admit it, big bad Jason Morgan is a softy.”

He scowled at her, but only in fun because it was true. He’d only raised boys before, from Michael to Jake and Cameron. He’d been around girls, but never his own daughter. “I have a reputation to protect.”

She smirked. “I have to get the boys to school, and then to the hospital before Epiphany sets the hounds loose.” He stepped back and closed the door. He kissed her one more time. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips. “I’ll see you later.”

He stepped back from the car, and repeated their usual goodbye, one that went back more than a decade. “I’ll see you later.”

His wife smiled, and slid into the car. As she fastened her seatbelt, Jason, out of habit, glanced to the street where a dark car was waiting to follow his wife to the boys’ school and then to General Hospital.

With a wave, Elizabeth Morgan pulled out of the driveway and then drove down the street. Her silver car turned a corner, and she was gone.

Jason returned to the house where his six-month-old daughter slept peacefully never knowing that she would grow up without the mother who loved her so much.

Morgan Home: Study

Four hours later, Jason sat behind the desk in the study Elizabeth had insisted on setting up when they’d moved into the home the year before. He hated bringing his work home, but she had successfully argued that if he did paperwork and met with trusted people the kids already knew at the house, he would be home more. After missing nearly a year of Jake’s life, any decision that allowed him more time with his children was easy to make.

So today, the meeting was with Cody Paul, the enforcer in his organization, and his business partner, Johnny Zacchara. Juliet peacefully slumbered in a playpen a few feet outside the door, in the living room.

“Vega’s an impatient old woman,” Johnny grumbled, scribbling his name on a page. “I told him that we would have answer by the end of the week, and he’s already hassling me. It’s Monday, for f—” He coughed. “Anyway. We’ll have to figure out what to tell him about the pier.”

“We will,” Jason said. “At the end of the week.” He rubbed his forehead. “Anything else?”

“Nope,” Cody said, gathering up the ledgers. “I’ll take these down to Max at the warehouse. See ya guys.” The enforcer left, and a few minutes later he heard the door open and close.

Johnny leaned back in his chair. “Nadine said Liz was going back to work today. How’d she take it?”

Jason shrugged. He and Johnny were mostly relaxed with one another, despite the fact Johnny was responsible for the death of Sonny Corinthos two years earlier.

Their business partnership had just seen its first anniversary, having been struck when his now-wife Nadine agreed to marry him. Johnny had, sensibly, argued that they would be stronger together than apart and since they were both family men now, they would be well-served to preserve the peace.

“I told her she could stay home,” he answered finally.

“Yeah, I told Nadine the same thing last month.” Johnny smirked. “She thought I was nuts. What would she do when Lia was older, started going to school?” His grin broadened. “I told her we’d have more kids if she wanted to stay busy. She whacked me. Just easier to let them do what they’re gonna do.”

“Elizabeth loves her job.” And that was enough for him. It was a logistical nightmare securing the hospital at times, but it was important to him that his wife not be isolated, stuck in his penthouse. Carly had been that way with Sonny, and it had driven her insane—almost literally.

The landline on his desk rang and Jason reached for it. “Morgan?”

“Jason? Oh. Hey. It’s Nadine.”

Jason frowned at the sound of his partner’s wife. “Nadine? Are you looking for Johnny?” He glanced at the other man who took out his cell, as if to examine its condition.

“Oh. No, no. I guess Elizabeth forgot its her first day back. I tried her cell, but she probably left it with Jules again, she can’t get enough of it but I’ve managed to hold Epiphany off for a while, but she’s super late—”

His fist clenched on the desk, and Johnny leaned forward. “What’s wrong?”

“Nadine, Elizabeth left for work four hours ago,” Jason said, careful to keep his voice very calm. He met Johnny’s eyes, and his partner immediately started to dial Elizabeth’s guards.

“Oh.” There was a pause, and then a sucking in of her breath. “Oh. God. Okay. Well…I…don’t know what to do. Should I call the police?

“No.” Jason swallowed. He could not panic. There was an explanation. A reasonable one. “No. I’ll…drive the route she took. Maybe she got stuck somewhere.”

“Okay…well, let me know.” But Nadine’s voice was skeptical, and they both knew he didn’t believe it.

Jason carefully set the phone on the hook, and took a deep breath. “Johnny?”

“No answer on the guards,” Johnny confirmed. “I’m calling Max and Cody to start the search.” He hesitated. “Jason, doesn’t she usually drive the boys to school?”

And if Jason had been fighting panic before, he now tasted the terror.

Snatching the phone back up, he punched in the number for St. Andrew’s Academy. “Hello, this is Jason Morgan. I’m calling to find out if my sons, Cameron and Jake, made it class today. Cameron is in first grade, and Jake is in nursery school.”

When the woman on the other line confirmed that the boys had been dropped off on time, the vise around his lungs eased…only slightly. He hung up the phone. “They made it.”

“Okay.” Johnny exhaled slowly. “Okay. I’ll stay here, with Jules, Jason. You’re not…” He shook his head. “You’re not going to be able to sit back and let other people search for her, I know it. So…go trace her route. Go look.”

But Jason couldn’t move. If he moved, left the house, started looking, it would mean this was real. That his wife had not made it work, that her guards were not answering their phones.

“Jason,” Johnny said. “I’ll stay with Jules. I’ll play point for the guys, for Cody and Max. Go look.”

Johnny’s quiet words broke through his stupor and he looked across the desk, at the man who was not nearly the friend Sonny Corinthos had been, but in that moment, he just didn’t care. “If something happened to her…”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Jase.”

This is a snippet from Chapter Two of All We Are.


Saturday, October 21, 2006

 Elizabeth’s Apartment: Living Room

Elizabeth set a blanket over Cameron’s napping body on the sofa and switched off the cartoons that had lulled him to sleep. It was the first day in weeks she’d been able to devote completely to him, a realization which made her feel lower than an ant.

How was she going to take care of her little boy with no money? She’d lose the apartment for sure, and she did not want to move in with her grandmother. She’d probably be pressured to stay with Lucky.

That was one thing that was going to change. If a divorce wasn’t part of Jason’s plan, she was going to add it. It wasn’t enough that he’d humiliated her, lied to her, cheated on her, but he’d continued to place Cameron in danger by leaving pills in the apartment.

And now he’d cost her job and possibly her freedom.

“It’s a hell of a way to smash a permanent lock,” she murmured as she rose from the sofa, her stomach twisting in knots. She rubbed her hand absently. “Please, Baby, be Jason’s. That’s the only thing that would make my life remotely easier.”

She hit play on her answering machine and listened to the messages she folded some clothes. One from Nikolas, concerned about news he’d heard from Emily. Emily had also called, hoping she wasn’t blaming this on Lucky. Her grandmother had called—

The black cell phone a man in a suit had delivered to her door the night before remained silent. If Jason had a plan, he was taking his sweet time.

And, God, didn’t it gall her to be so dependent on him? Why couldn’t she stand on her own two feet and make this go away? She could turn Mac’s daughter in—the affair and her volunteer work at the hospital would surely point the police towards her as the culprit.

But as much as she wanted to hate Maxie, she couldn’t.

She remembered what it was like to be young and desperately in love, then to have it shattered. If Maxie had had a Jason in her life, someone she could turn to keep her from trashing her life, the way Jason had stopped Elizabeth that night in Jake’s so long ago, would Maxie have turned to Lucky?

She knew what it was to be desperate, to want to keep someone’s love so badly you’d do anything. What had she done in the name of her love for Lucky? For Ric?

No, turning the attention to a desperately unhappy, barely legal adult wasn’t fair. Maxie didn’t deserve to pay for Lucky’s mistakes any more than Elizabeth did

So how else could she make this go away? How could she protect herself and her children without throwing Jason to the wolves? Lying in front of a grand jury seemed like the best bet, but that would just land her even more on Ric’s radar.

Maybe Jason’s idea would allow her to be more involved, to make an active choice to help rather than passively sitting back and hoping he could make it go away.

And since she was the weapon being used against him, it was fair Jason had a hand in making this go away, right? It didn’t make her weak, just smart.

“I’m using all my available resources,” she told the room. “Jason is a resource. He’s always been there for me. I didn’t do this. There’s no harm in making sure I don’t pay for it.”

Right. That sounded good.

The black cell phone vibrated suddenly, the force of it sending the device sliding across the coffee table. Elizabeth snatched it up. “Hello?”

“Elizabeth. I—I need to see you. Can we meet at Vista Point?”

Elizabeth chewed her lip. “I just put Cameron down for a nap. Let me see if Robin or Patrick can come watch him.” People who wouldn’t ask her questions. God, it was nice to have people to depend on for a change.

“Okay. I’ll be there in an hour.” He paused. “I have a way to make us both safe, I just…I need you to let me explain it.”

Well, that sounded odd and disturbing, but she swallowed. She trusted Jason. “All right, I’ll be there in an hour.”

She hit the end button and tapped the phone against her mouth. What if he was sending her away? To a jurisdiction where she couldn’t be extradited?

What if that was the only solution? Could she give up her family, her friends, her life here? Any hope of having Jason being in her child’s life?

“God, I hope that’s not the plan.” She reached for her own cell phone in order to dial Robin’s number, hoping she’d come through for her again.

This is just a bit from a Sonny/Carly scene in an upcoming chapter.


“I…should have dealt with it better, Sonny,” Carly said, though she didn’t think her actions had been nearly as bad as his. She’d been shot in the head—hadn’t she forgiven that? Did no one remember what she’d been through? “I just…I was hurt. I lashed out. I don’t…know if I meant what I said about the boys.”

She had meant every word of it and had intended to use Alexis’s secret to destroy him in court, but that wasn’t important now.

“Well, I took you for your word.” Sonny stood, crossed to the window that overlooked the city. “I thought….I’d use the summer to figure out how to fix things.”

There was more to this story, but Carly knew he would never tell her, and if it reflected badly on Sonny, it was unlikely to come from Jason either.

They were always more loyal to one another than they were to her. Men. They all stuck together.

“And when Sam died?” Carly murmured. She set the tub of cold cream down and slowly began to draw her brush through her blonde hair. “Why didn’t it come out then?”

“Sam…tricked me into terminating my parental rights,” Sonny said through clenched teeth. “I thought I was signing a trust for Evie. Instead, she took them away and created a will that left guardianship to Jason in the event of her death.”

Carly smirked. If she didn’t hate that whore so much, she might admire the tactic. A woman scorned had scorched him right back. Served him right.

It was easy to see this from Sam’s side of it. She’d been used, tossed away, foisted on Jason. Sonny had returned to his family. Why should she make it easy on the bastard who discarded her?

There was a certain poetry, a certain sense of innate justice that Carly respected.

That didn’t change the way of the world.

Now, I haven’t run this scene or any of the plot past my beta yet, so this isn’t final. But it’s a taste of the world I have set up in the sequel to A Few Words Too Many. It picks up in late 2007, almost four years after the story closed.


Living beyond your years
Acting out all their fears
You feel it in your chest
Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you
Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus’s life, it has only just begun
It’s just begun

– Icarus, Bastille


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Kelly’s: Courtyard

Everything about this day had been a disaster so far.

Elizabeth Morgan’s hold on her overflowing tote failed as she hurried through the arch that separated the courtyard of Kelly’s from the parking lot.

The handle to which she had been desperately grasping tore from its seams, sending a pile of folders sliding to the cobblestones below, as well as her make up bag, her keys, an extra toy truck, and a hair brush.

She stared down at the pile and felt the absurd urge to burst into tears.

“Let me help, Mrs. Morgan.” Her guard crouched in front of her, gathering her things into a pile.

“It’s okay, Kevin.” Elizabeth knelt down to start shoving things back into her now useless tote. “I over packed it again.”

“I’ll send someone to bring you a new bag,” the young dark-haired man began, setting the pile on a nearby table and reaching inside his suit jacket for his cell phone.

“No, no, that’s not necessary—” Elizabeth held up her hand. “I’m handing some of these over to Robin at our meeting anyway. It’s really—”

But he was already on the phone with Cody Paul, who until six months ago, had been her daytime guard. Cody had been promoted to another position in the organization, and her life had never been quite the same. She didn’t even know how much she’d relied on him until he hadn’t been there.

And curse her husband and his partner for taking him away as she had lurched towards the end of an uncomfortable pregnancy. Men. No sensitivity.

“Elizabeth?” Robin Scorpio stepped out from inside the restaurant. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“No, but that’s not new.” Elizabeth smiled faintly at Kevin who was telling Cody that an extra tote from the penthouse needed to be sent to Kelly’s immediately. “My bag ripped as I was coming in.”

“Oh.” Robin joined her at the table. “It’s a cool day—let’s sit outside instead.”

“I’m late, I know I am.” Elizabeth dumped the last of her bag’s contents on the table and collapsed into a chair. “I spent half the night organizing this paperwork and now it’s a mess.” She pressed a hand to her forehead again. “I nearly overslept and was late picking up Morgan. It’s my week to carpool—”

Robin nodded, taking a seat across from her. “As much as you can call sitting in a car while a guard drives carpooling, I suppose.”

“Cady refused to eat breakfast, and then she dumped her plate of eggs in Jake’s lap, so I had to clean him up before I could drop him off with Monica to spend part of the day with her and Alan—he didn’t sleep half the night. Woke Cady twice. I finally put them both in bed with me.”

“Where was Jason through all of this?” Robin asked, calmly removing her date book from her own tote bag and flipping it open. She reached for Elizabeth’s paperwork pile and began to sort it.

“He worked late again. Didn’t get home until almost three. Sonny called him while I was cleaning up Jake—some kind of meeting at the warehouse required his immediate attention.” Elizabeth huffed. “It’s getting ridiculous, Robin. I love Sonny, but I’m going to strangle him if this keeps up.”

Robin leaned back as a waitress emerged from Kelly’s to take their lunch orders. When she was gone, Robin asked, “Still wrapped up in Kate?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Like he was with Jordan. And Claire. And Amelia. And Sam. It’s exhausting and to think, I actually miss the days when he and Carly were trying to kill each other in court. At least Sonny showed up for work on a regular basis.”

“Yeah, but that was to escape Carly. She hates the warehouse doesn’t she?” Robin asked. She smiled as the waitress returned with their drinks. “Thanks.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if Sonny didn’t continually start these ridiculous projects, then flit off for a few days with his newest woman and leave Jason to do the rest of the work. First it was just the warehouse expansion into Buffalo and then into Albany. Then he wanted to open a coffee house. Then a restaurant. And now? He wants to expand the coffeehouses into Buffalo and Albany.” She huffed and stirred her herbal tea. “I’m getting a migraine thinking about it.”

“And Jason doesn’t want to say no because he likes that the new businesses are…” Robin pursed her lips. “Free and clear, so to speak. It’s something he can give to the kids later.”

“Except he’s doing twice as much work as he used to.” Elizabeth shook her head. “It was different before, Robin. Before we were married. When we were…sorting through things, dealing with Ric and Faith. Sonny bent over backwards to make sure Jason and I had time together—he took a long business trip in the middle of Carly’s pregnancy so Jason wouldn’t leave me.”

She closed her eyes. “It’s like he was trying to make up for what he thought had been partly his fault before—Jason never being home. But then that mess with Kristina blew up a few months after we got married…” She shook her head. “And it’s like he takes it for granted that I’ll be around, that I’ll put up with the long hours, the meetings—”

“Have you or Jason talked to Sonny about letting up?” Robin stirred some sugar in her iced tea. “Especially since you had Jake? I mean, you were in the hospital for three weeks after he was born. Jason was always around then.”

“I don’t know what happened,” Elizabeth admitted. “I was pretty in and out of it for the first few days. I’m just not sure Jason…” She hesitated. “I’m not sure it occurred to him to leave the hospital. Other than making sure someone was with Cady. I just know every time I woke up, he was with me.”

“We didn’t know for a few days if they’d stop the bleeding,” Robin murmured. “It was pretty scary, and Jason just looked…I mean, I’ve seen him scared, worried—when Michael was kidnapped all those years ago. But it was more than that—I know things are difficult right now, Elizabeth, but he loves you—”

“Oh, God, that’s not…” Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “No, I’m just tired, you know? And I miss my husband. I miss some semblance of family life. I don’t doubt for a minute that he loves me. And I love him. I just…I want Sonny to respect that again. He’s taking our stability for granted, you know? Like…Jason and I have been together for four years, we have two children, and somehow Sonny thinks that’s it. We don’t need to do anything extra. We’re a happy family without working at it.”

“To be fair, I can’t blame him. You and Jason are probably the most stable people I know.” Robin wrinkled her nose. “I mean, marriages in this town do not last long. Even the Spencers have had some bumps in the road—not so much since Laura came home a few years ago, but you and Jason haven’t had so much as a blip. No huge arguments, no storming out. No secrets.”

“Well, we managed to do plenty of that before we got married.” But Elizabeth smiled, because it was the truth. There had been so much drama in the beginning of their relationship that she felt like there was nothing left to worry about beyond the everyday. They were in love with a beautiful home and two beautiful children—

If Sonny would just let Jason have blessed moment to himself, life would be nearly perfect.

“You know, before I came home two years ago,” Robin began as the waitress placed their food in front of them. “I wondered how I’d feel knowing Jason had married you, that you had kids. I mean, I remembered you from before. Sort of. I’m not entirely sure we ever officially met other than running into each other at the garage.”

Elizabeth arched a brow. “Worried I wasn’t good enough for Jason?”

“Not so much,” Robin laughed. “Just that—I couldn’t see you two together. I don’t know, it’d be like going away for several years and learning that Lucky had married Maxie Jones. You know, someone you’re kind of aware of but, wow, cannot picture him with.”

“I can barely picture him with Sam, but that might be residual annoyances since Sonny and Sam’s affair during the divorce only made life worse,” Elizabeth sighed. “But yeah, I get it. So, what’s the verdict?”

“I like the two of you together,” Robin said, dumping ketchup over her fries. “Then again, after everything that happened with Carly and Michael, particularly my part in it…I decided that I would like anyone that gave Jason the chance to be a father again.”

“Well, he gave me the chance to be a mother, which most days, I’m grateful for. Today? Maybe not so much.” Elizabeth smiled and dug into her chili. “So, somewhere in that pile of paper is the contract for next month.”

“Carly agreed to hold the benefit at the Metro Court?” Robin frowned. “I thought she’d give me more trouble—”

“Well, I told her I’d be her liaison with the foundation, and when she still balked, Jax twisted her arm.” Elizabeth shook her head. “You’d think after two years, you’d two be…I don’t know. Somewhat civil. Considering neither one of you are involved with the man you fought over in the first place.”

“Except Carly still thinks I was wrong to tell AJ the truth.” Robin sniffed. “I’m willing to accept that fact, but I’ll never admit that to Carly. Plus, there was that business with her trying to sleep with Patrick.”

“That last summer before she and Jax got serious,” Elizabeth reminded her. “And mostly it was to annoy you. Which it did.”

“I thought about making Patrick bathe in bleach before I agreed to sleep with him again, but I decided to take his word for it that nothing happened,” Robin decided. She pointed a fry at Elizabeth. “Did Nadine tell you about her latest goober?”

“God. There was a rambling message on my voice mail this morning, but I didn’t get a chance to listen to it closely. Something about a jackass, a good cocktail and a broken finger?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah, one of Patrick’s friends asked her out. Pete Marquez? The English professor who went to Vegas with him a few months ago?”

“Oh.” Elizabeth frowned. “She’s getting desperate.”

“Yeah, something about being the only single girl left in the group.” Robin shrugged. “I tried to tell her Kelly’s still on the market, but that didn’t cheer her up.”

“I guess we all have paired off since that first time at Jake’s.” Elizabeth smiled at the memory of her first Girl’s Night. “Lainey’s been dating AJ—what nearly a year now? You and Patrick are stupid for each other. I’m spoken for. Emily’s engaged to Nikolas—it just leaves Nadine and Kelly.”

“I think she’s still hung up on the idiot she was dating before she hit PC but the last time I mentioned her looking up Johnny Zacchara, she nearly took me out with a bottle of tequila.” Robin scowled. “It’s not my fault he’s a dillhole and she’s mooning over him.”

“She’s dated plenty in the last four years,” Elizabeth said. “Though I guess it doesn’t cheer her up that most of her previous attempts have gone on to more serious relationships. There was Lucky—who’s dating Sam now. And of course, Nikolas, though the two brothers thing was weird enough.”

“Don’t forget her brief and disastrous date with Patrick before I moved here.” Robin laughed. “He still talks about that bar fight.”

“I know. I told her it was a bad idea, but what can I say? Nadine’s a romantic.” Elizabeth leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. “I feel a lot better, Robin. Just…sitting here. Bitching about my almost perfect life, reminding myself as bad as it could be, at least I still have this wonderful man to go home to.”

“Right?” Robin shrugged. “All things considered, Elizabeth? Life could suck a lot more.”

“I completely agree.” Elizabeth lifted her mug of tea to click against Robin’s glass of iced tea. “To life not sucking all that much in the grand scheme of things.”

December 21, 2014

So from now on, I’m only going to do one featured story at a time in order to cycle through them less, and you guys are going to vote on them for good.

Trying to choose short stories to highlight tells me that I like my Ficlets much better than my Short Stories, so one of my resolutions for next year is to write more of them that I like 😛

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Fiction Gravard tomorrow evening! My morning and afternoon are booked with holiday stuff 😉

December 20, 2014

So rather than my normal monthly story status post, I thought it would be more fun to look back at where this site has gone since I reopened it on January 19, 2014 and where it’s going to go in 2015 while updating you guys on various stories.

The Site

After I lost my crimsonglass.com domain, I had moved the archive to paper-cup.org. But I decided to close that down, which meant moving the site again. Rather than just moving the clean archive, I decided to bite the bullet and convert it to WordPress, which I tried to do ages ago but in the intervening years, the right plugin (Organize Series, you kick ass!) made it possible.

At the moment I’m writing this (December 20, 2014 at 8:27 AM), we have 651 posts, 685 comments, and 94 pages. Wow. I just can’t believe the amount of content I added this year — from old and lost stories, to new stories, to sprucing completed stories. And there’s still so much to do!

In 2015, I’ll continue adding to the Fiction Graveyard. I hope to complete that section by the middle of the year through my Monday updates. I also want to think of new ways to organize stories to make sure the little tiny ones that I wrote a long time ago get attention. Maybe finding some sort of way to do them by theme. I found a great plugin that organizes them by tag, so I’ll be looking for ways to continue that.

I also want to add more about the show it self — I have a ton of photos from collecting over the last twelve years and running various websites. I have a lot of screencaps. I have DVDs that I’ve screencapped — so you can imagine that I’d love to share even a portion of my collection. I’ve got more ideas for my little home on the web.

And even though I finished designing my own theme, I’m looking into ways I can improve it — to make it prettier and more functional. I think finally learning how to edit my own WordPress theme is probably the best accomplishment personally. I missed designing and playing with colors, so it’s been fun to get back to it and learn how much I’ve misssed in web design since 2008.

The Stories

So my output in 2014 was relatively decent. I wrote several short stories, a few novellas, and completed three full length stories: Daughters, A Few Words Too Many, and All I Want for Christmas (though Daughters is cheat, I edited it a bit, and wrote in some new material but only the last two chapters are brand new). I also wrote about half of The Best Thing, which is one of the most difficult pieces I’ve tackled until now. Until next year when I plan to challenge myself all over again. All in all, I wrote more than 200,000 words and around 500 pages in Microsoft Word.

As for 2015, well that’s where it gets fun. Here’s the traditional part of this post: the progress review.

Stories on the In Progress Page

The Best Thing — I had a thought while I was writing that changed my concept for the end of the story. Not terribly, but I’m taking a day or so to play with it because I think if I do it right, the story will be just as powerful as my original idea.  I have three chapters written that aren’t posted, two of which are with Cora, and plan to post next week, but take off the week after that and return in January 2015 with my ending firmly in mind and a mind to finish writing it the entire story by the end of January and complete posting it by the end of February.

Come On Eileen/Turning Points – These are only listed on that page because they are technically in the process of being completed but every time I open them, nothing to seems to happen. I don’t see that changing in the rest of December, but hopefully sometime in January.

Life For Rent — I’m reworking the series page (some of the stories listed there now don’t quite belong) and at that point, LFR will move there. Each part  of my outline can work as a standalone story, so it’ll move there in 2015. While I anticipate working on it in 2015, there’s just a lot in my mind before I get there.

All We Are – I got a bit stuck after finishing Chapter Five, but plan on getting through it this week. Once I finish this next chapter, the rest of the story is straightforward and shouldn’t be very difficult. It’s going to be about twenty chapters, so if I can do three a week, I’ll have it all but finished at the end of January. I anticipate posting this by the end of January, first week of February.

All I Want For Christmas – This is completed. I just have to finish posting it and put the final touches on the ebook/

Inside Your Fear – I had storyboarded this as a short story but I tried to write it and realized it didn’t quite work. So it’s going back to the drawing board.

Coming Soon – Stories In Active Development

Burn in Heaven – It was originally not on my radar, but I had an idea that I wanted to write down, and then that idea led to another, so a plot sketch came together. Now I’m working out the scene breakdown to make sure all the angles are covered. It’s a bit more ensemble than A Few Words and the tone is less relationship angsty than action angsty, so I don’t want it to be unbalanced.

Mad World – I have a working outline and a rough scene breakdown. I’ll be sending both to Cora at some point in the new year to get her feedback but I’m still covering some of the angles because MW is a massive ensemble piece. This and Heaven are pretty far along in the development process.

These Small Hours – I know the major events, but I’ve been having issues breaking them down scene by scene. I’m still working on it, but I’m not sure how long this particular outline is going take.

Feels Like Home (Tangle rewrite) – This is outlined and storyboarded. I have some scenes written, but I haven’t actively worked on in a bit. It’s in the best shape to be posted next, but I’m not sure yet.

Other Stories on the Drawing Board

The following stories are still in outline status, meaning I have the concept in my head, I have some general ideas about the flow of events and the ending, but they’re not actively being worked on due to othe projects:

Counting Stars
Fallen From Grace
For The Broken Girl
Illiusions

The following stories aren’t much more than basic concepts — I have a foundation, but I haven’t done anything else with them.

Heaven Forbid
Collision
Slide

December 16, 2014

This is a snippet from the first chapter of All We Are, a story set in fall 2006. It begins around the time Elizabeth tells Jason he may be the father of her child, but before Ric ramps up his plan to go after them. Only Sonny knows about the paternity.


 

When she opened the door to the conference room, a chill slid down her spine. Epiphany Johnson sat there with an annoyed look on her face—but sitting next to her was Ric Lansing with a smirk.

God.

“Um, what can I do for you guys?” Elizabeth asked, stepping over the threshold.

“You’d better close the door, Elizabeth.” Ric leaned back in his chair. ‘You don’t want anyone to overhear.”

“Shut up,” Epiphany shot back. “You’re here as a courtesy. I do not have to allow you to harass my nurse on my watch. Elizabeth, before we start this, I think you should call a lawyer.”

Elizabeth shut the door and leaned against it. “I—I don’t think….why do I need a lawyer?”

She didn’t even have a lawyer.

“Elizabeth, the board has voted to suspend you indefinitely without pay,” Epiphany said bluntly. “The DA here has informed them you’re under suspicion for theft and distribution of narcotics.”

Elizabeth just stared at her. Those words—they made sense. But they couldn’t. Because how was any of this possible? “I—” Blindly, she reached out for the chair and dragged it out so she could sit before her knees gave out.

“I fought it, honey, but they weren’t interested.” Epiphany leaned forward. “Call a lawyer—”

“Elizabeth can trust me to watch out for her interests,” Ric said coolly. “While the DA’s office is pursuing the charges, Nurse Johnson, I am not a vindicative man. I believe Elizabeth made a mistake. I’d like to make it go away.”

“I’ll bet you do.” Epiphany rose to her feet. “You don’t say a word to this scum, Elizabeth. You get yourself a lawyer and keep your mouth shut.”

“It’s time for you to leave, Nurse Johnson,” Ric said. “Elizabeth and I will discuss her options.”