My Self-Publishing Journey
Join me as I navigate the world of self-publishing from beginning to end, idea to published work.
This weeks writing prompt is something I saw last week and really liked. It inspired me enough that I started writing again for pleasure for the first time (almost) since my last semester started in January. Assignments are not a lot of fun. They have rules and restrictions on what you can write. :p I found this prompt on Pinterest and this is the Link it took me to. So here is the prompt, I know you've all been waiting for it. Here is what I've written so far. It's not terribly exciting, but it was fun to write and I'm enjoying getting to know the characters and their culture.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Get up it’s seven and you have school in an hour,” Jace’s mother said as she flicked on his bedroom light. “But the sun’s not even down yet.” She shrugged and left the doorway. Groaning, he raised himself up on his elbows and checked his iPhone. His alarm wasn’t set to go off for another fifteen minutes. “Ugh.” He ran his fingers through his hair as his head flopped back on his pillow. Then he rolled over onto his back and sat up. Glancing around his room he spotted a t-shirt flung on a chair in the corner that he was pretty sure was clean. He got up, threw it on and headed for the kitchen. His mom handed him a paper towel as he came into the room and he went over to the toaster to wait for his blueberry pop-tarts. “So what do you have going on at school today?” She asked as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair, gathering it up into a ponytail. “Not much. I might have a test in math or something.” He shrugged. He tested well so grades had never been much of a problem for him. His mother gave him a disapproving look. “Did you study for this test.” “Didn’t need to. It’ll be a sinch.” He watched as she flitted from room to room getting ready for her job at the diner. Even if it was stereotypical to be a single mother who worked at a diner, she didn’t mind. She actually liked her job. Her regulars tipped her well and she enjoyed chatting with them each night. It was the only job she’d ever had. Since she was fifteen and pregnant with Jace. The only difference was that she had the night shift. His pop-tarts popped and Jace snatched them up in the paper towel. “I’m gonna eat these on the way to school. Do you need me to get anything from the store after school?” She looked up at the ceiling as she tied her apron. “I don’t think so. Is Kiara coming over today?” Jace shrugged. “I don’t know. Why?” “Well if she was then maybe you should stop at the store. We don’t have any snacks in the house.” She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her purse. “We’ll be fine mom. We’re not kids. If we want a snack we’ll get one.” He kissed the top of her head. He was a good head and half taller than her. He got that from his father, or so he assumed. The same with his dark brown hair. He’d never actually met the guy. He was a solarian. His mother had been a solarian until her parents found out she was pregnant. They disowned her and to avoid having to see them around she switched her citizenship status to lunarian. Jace didn’t know if his father even knew about him. She hugged him and sighed, her shoulders sagging. “I know. You’ve grown up so fast. It feels like just the other day you were trying to stick a fork in that outlet.” She pointed and Jace rolled his eyes. “I’m almost seventeen mom.” Her head drooped and she said, “I know.” He could feel her mood sinking so he gave her another hug and then said, “Can you go start the car? I just have to grab my backpack.” She shuffled out the door and he ran back down the hall to his bedroom. “Where are you…? Ha.” He grabbed his bag, checked to see that he had all his binders and books and then headed out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. He headed down the five flights of stairs of their apartment building. His mother had their Toyota Camry running in front of the building. He hopped into the passenger seat. He ate one pop-tart on the way to school and stashed the other one, folded in the paper towel, in his pocket. “I hate rush hour traffic.” “If the solarians would just go to bed earlier. It’s ridiculous.” He glared at the person in the car next to them. They had to be a solarian. The driver, a man, was making out with a burger, his wrists holding the wheel steady. “Well if the government would just pass the curfew bill…” his mother said as she maneuvered the car across traffic and into the parking lot of the high school. “But then we’d have to be home by seven in the morning. We’d never had time for anything other than school and work. What if we want to go see a movie or something?” Jace asked as he got out of the car. “The solarians probably feel the same way, which is why the bill will never pass. It’d still be nice to have a bill that could improve rush hour. Maybe just a ban on solarians traveling during certain hours when we’re trying to get to school and work…” She was still muttering to herself as she drove away. He shook his head, smiling as he watched their blue camry merge with traffic. Then he headed inside the tan brick building to find Kiara. The rattling of opening and closing lockers greeted him as he walked down the halls. Half of the lockers were reserved for the solarian kids and the other half were for the lunarians. Lunarian lockers were the bottom half as the solarians had already claimed the top lockers. There still weren’t enough to go around though so sharing with friends was encouraged. Jace reached his locker that he shared with Kiara. She was already there sitting on the floor next to it. He kneeled down and gave her a kiss. Then he opened his locker and stuffed his chemistry and math textbook inside. Taking out a couple books for English. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As always feel free to post what you've written in the comments or just comment on the prompt in general. Keep on Creating, K. A. Jairl
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