Well, I hate being without a writing project for even short periods of time.
So, I’ve taken to rewriting Desensitized. After the first book is done, I might rewrite the other two or edit The Reset, depending on what I want to do. 🙂
If you haven’t taken a look at the overview of Desensitized, I’ll just give you a little blurb written by the hilarious and lovely Una:
“It’s not a particularly cheerful story at times. It’s quite dark and depressing, although there’s always hope. I’m not sure how it’ll be in this draft, but in the first draft there was some graphic imagery involving abortion victims and euthanasia. Also, the main character – Ashland – has a self-harm problem when the story begins, although by the ending she no longer has that problem.”
As you can see, this isn’t a novel for the faint of heart. I’ve decided to write on real-life issues and tell it how it is. There aren’t many gruesome scenes, though. 😉 Some of my inspiration came from the actions of a man known as Kermit Gosnell. He committed horrendous crimes against life that even hardhearted politicians found to be disgusting.
He would sever the spines of babies, cut their limbs and place them in jars in the fridge where food would go. He would kill babies even after they had been born prematurely using different methods, including twisting their heads off.
I read this stuff and I get sick. How can people be so calloused? This is going on in today’s world and no one says anything. We turn a blind eye and let it go on.
I hope that by being sickeningly honest, my novels will open the eyes of my readers to these horrors.
Not trying to shove opinions down people’s throats, here! Just uncovering the facts. 😉 I like to let my readers decide whether or not they’ll believe in what I’m writing. If, by the end of one of my novels, the reader hasn’t at least been challenged to think about their perspective, then I will consider myself a failure.
Ain’t that pleasant?
Also, Ashland is a self-harmer. I needed her to be in order to try and help those who struggle with this as well. I want them to know they’re not alone and that there’s always a way out. I love them so very much and, while I may not be able to be there for them, I want them to know it’s all going to be okay. And I mean it. Some of my friends have gone through this struggle, and one of them quit, thank goodness. I realize, because of her, the importance of having a friend or someone to talk to when you’re struggling, so this is what I’m doing to try to help. ❤
And now: snippet time.
Corinth smirks. “Well, it’s better that I be a stalker and you be alive than me just head home and you die in the street, hm?”
“It’s debatable,” I counter, pulling my bag from his hands. He refuses to let go and jerks it – and me – closer.
“I want to hear a thank you,” he says, grinning.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I need to get my phone back and go home. I’ve got lots of studying to do.”
Corinth spreads his hands out. “I’m hurt! I just saved your life and you’re not going to buy me dinner or anything!”
“I’ll buy you three bullets,” I offer. “Dinner is something I tend to enjoy alone.”
“Is that supposed to be insulting?” Corinth raises an eyebrow.
“Did you see all the love?” I ask him with raised eyebrows. “It’s disgusting! I felt like I was intruding. Besides, everything’s cool. They got their kid back and I’ve got my homework. Everything’s just hunky dory.”
“Where are we?” I ask, attempting to sit up again.
“I said don’t move,” the older young man snaps.
“Why not?” I fire back.
“Because I said so.”
I roll my eyes. “Wow, you should be a lawyer. Where are we?” I repeat.
One black eyebrow rises. “In a cave.”
“What? You’re, like, a genius or a detective!” I gasp. “I never would have guessed!”
“Well, I’m Anna – Cael and Cole’s mom.” She jerks a finger over her shoulder to indicate the boys behind her. “Around here, we don’t complain, we eat what’s put in front of us, and we support each other. If you can’t handle that, you can go back home.”
I nod. “I can do it.”
She chuckles. “We’ll see. Now rest up. You never know when it’ll be time to get moving again.”
“Do you know what the chain of command is?” I open my mouth to respond, but he holds up a finger to silence me. I suppose it’s rhetorical. “It’s the chain I beat you with until you understand who, exactly, is in command here. Do I need to get it out? No? All right then. Get rid of those and go to sleep.”
I mentally shout abuse at him because I would never put my life out on the line by verbalizing my thoughts.
“You’ve got to be heartless!” I cry, appalled at his whole attitude. I just came over to console him, but now I don’t know why. He doesn’t want help.
Cael places his hand on my chin in an iron-strong grip. “I’m not heartless,” he growls. “I just learned to use my heart less.”
“Or not at all,” I mutter under my breath as I turn and walk away.