2011 Reading Challenge

Terye has completed her goal of reading 65 books in 2011!

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Reading the Sea of Monsters

I am almost done with the second book in the Percy Jackson series, and I am loving author Rick Riordan's style.  Each book is a bite size piece of a modern epic interspersed with humor and great details of Greek mythology and references to the Iliad.

Finals are Done!

Boy, did I forget how hard finals can be when they're all stacked together in a couple days.  All four are finished and I am very proud of my work in three of them.  I enjoy History, Geography and Science and I learned a lot this term.  A month break, and them back into the fray!

Landing in Aurora Bay

As we flew over rivers that flowed down to spill into the Cook Inlet, Dyllan said, “Here we go!”  The women in the seats ahead tensed and chatted excitedly.  Grace pulled out the headphones to her MP3 player and turned her music on MUCH too loud, closing her eyes. 

I had just enough time to wonder what all the excitement was about, and then the plane began to turn in a wide angle down to the left and Grace leaned against my side, pushing me into Dyllan’s shoulder.  I hadn’t realized how tall or solid he was until that moment… or how warm.  The smell of musk, old leather and aftershave was exhilarating.  My heart rate picked up and I prayed I was the only one who could feel the beat.

The plane shook a bit as we turned in almost a circle.  It straightened out just in time to line up with the runway and slow down for landing.  After a few moments Grace realized she was still leaning on me and sat up quickly.  I righted myself and nervously said “thanks” to no one in particular.  My voice sounded odd to me with my ears stuffed and waiting to pop.

The double strips of light greeted us ahead, and we bounced off the tarmac twice before smoothly pulling into Aurora Bay’s only airfield.  Glacial mountains towered over lush green trees.  Four foot tall fireweed and bright yellow dandelions were sprinkled across the grass meadow on the left of the airstrip.  Beyond that was milky glacial run-off pouring into the bay and out to sea.

As we taxied in, we saw several cars lined up near the rounded metal hanger marked in big green letters “Andy’s Toys.”  I rolled her eyes at the sign, and then took a closer look at the cars.  They were all old and beautiful.  It looked like the start of a car show.   A mid-‘70s turquoise and white Chevy truck was parked beside a custom tie-dyed Volkswagen Van.  A huge golden Buick Roadmaster was parked at an odd angle to the others.  Behind those three was an early ‘80s cherry red Mustang and a shiny black F150 with a blue medic’s light bar on top.

Grace and Ami revamped scene

A mother and daughter fussed over bags with pricy brand name labels like Hot Topic.  They were both brunettes with streaks of blonde and vibrant red that were probably added today at a ritzy salon.  The high school girl strutted around in a hot pink sun dress with black lace edging the bodice and bottom hem.  “I dare them to call me a boy now!” she said triumphantly, spinning around.

I marveled at her perfectly feminine hourglass shape and glowing makeup, wondering how anyone could mistake her for a boy.  She could be a pop star.  Then I caught my own reflection in one of the windows.  My hair was pulled back tight, I didn’t even own makeup, and I had on a boring old forest green t-shirt and denim jeans worn down to white strings at the knees.  I looked more like the biker boy than the pretty girl.  I grabbed my big duffle, the Penney’s sack and two small bags out of the back of the camper.   “Dad, I need to find a restroom… like now.”

After a couple quick words with Andy, Dad led me past a long row of small planes in bright colors to the bathroom.  He stood outside, examining a brick red 5-seater float plane that was tied down nearby.  

I changed into the sparkly goddess shirt with tapered sleeves I’d found at the hip New Age import store, then pulled down my brunette hair and brushed it out.  Hints of auburn sparkled through it.  I tied back the front third at the top of my head and let the rest fall loose.  I traded the worn out jeans for new sea-green jeans with silver stitching.  I smiled into the mirror and the difference was striking.  I looked like her mother did on screen fifteen years ago.  I’d just have to remember to smile…

Ami's Sleeping Lady Story

After dinner it was time to head back to Merrill Field where we would meet Andy.  As Dad drove toward the airfield in downtown Anchorage, I could see Mount Susitna in the distance.  The mountain was called the Sleeping Lady.  It really did look like the form of a woman sleeping with her hair flared out around her head.  Dad pretended not to know anything about it so I could tell him the sad story.  Long ago Anchorage was the Valley of the Giants.  A giant couple lived there, and one day the man went out hunting.  The woman told him that she would pick berries and then nap until he returned.  When her basket was full and her man had not returned, she lay down by the water and fell asleep.  She still lies there dreaming of his return.  I wondered silently how long it would be until she could wake.

Another Book Read

I finished another book last night.  I have read 62 books this year.  My goal is 65.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars



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Looking for Feedback

So, if the post I rewrote in first person was the first part of a book, would you read on?  Is there enough action?  Is the main character understandable and interesting?  What would you change?

Wow... my weather widget predicts local weather as a question mark.  Either I need a new widget or it's just another day in Juneau.

And now.. First Person!

We are Part of the Weird

                It was a whisper… a secret… a mantra… a promise when the world took an odd turn that I didn’t expect.  “We are part of the Weird, Ami-girl,” Dad would say.  Well, I wish I had known growing up that it was an understatement.  Maybe I would have been prepared for my new life.  Then again, fat chance of that.  Nothing could have prepared me for my first year in Aurora Bay, Alaska.  My name is Amelia Ann, but you can call me Ami.  In fact, I wish you would.

                Moving was nothing new to me.  Dad shuffled us around following the seasonal work all the time, but I knew it was mostly to keep me away from Mom’s “Sin City scene.”  Dad didn’t think Hollywood was any place to raise a child.  Mom didn’t think the backwoods of Alaska was any better, but she was busy and Dad didn’t slow down long enough for anyone to complain… at least not officially.  This was a totally different kind of trip however.  And in a way it was goodbye.  Ten years of breakfasts and dinners together, and now I would be going somewhere without Dad.

The 360-mile drive from Fairbanks into Anchorage was too kid-friendly.  Dad played all my favorite “ghastly” music from three years ago: Miley Cyrus, Spice Girls and even the old Radio Disney.  He even sang along in a high girly voice.  It would have been funny if I wasn’t so nervous.

                “Dad…” I began as she tapped down the volume on the IPOD jacked into the RV’s speakers.  “Do I really have to do this?”

He shrugged and looked out his side window for a few seconds, examining his rearview mirror for the same navy SUV that had been following them for fifty miles.  “We think it’s best.”

                “Does that ‘we’ include you and Uncle Andy… or you and Mom?”  It was an honest question.  It got me a rather dirty look.

                “All three of us agreed, actually.  Andy brought the idea up with Elli when he was in California for some computer training.  Your Mom told me it sounded great.”  Dad sighed and continued.  “Look, this school is exclusive and expensive.  The class sizes are small and the teachers are talented.  In the way your Mom is talented.  Just give it a shot, will ya?  Buy us some time, and learn something while you’re at it.  Your mom will stop worrying about me carting you all over kingdom come, and you can make some real friends.  Andy’s got a good job on the North Slope right now, so he won’t bother you much as long as you don’t burn down the house while he’s gone.”

                “Burn down the…”  I blinked…twice.  “You’re leaving me alone in a house… on my own?”  I’m sure my tone was pure mortification.   “But that’s not even legal, is it?”

                “How is that different than spending most of your time alone in a camper?  Anyway, he’ll be there two weeks out of five for the winter and your Aunt Jean lives literally across the street.   She promised the Principal and the Police Chief that they would keep an eye on you when Andy’s out.  I feel better knowing you’ll have family a few seconds away all the time.”

“Great…”  I slumped back in my plush leather seat.  “Living alone and being watched.  What more could a girl ask for?”

Her dad started to say something, but I turned the volume up again.  I stared out the window at the leafy trees reaching out toward the road and the big blue mountains hanging over them in the distance as the 10-foot RV rumbled south on the Parks Highway.  When the last song ended, I turned off the Ipod and grabbed one of her Dad’s old ACDC discs out of a black case.  I slid it into the disc player and Angus Young’s guitar and Bon Scott’s piercing wails filled the cab and blared out the windows.  Dad made a face, because it wasn’t exactly “age appropriate.”  He sang along anyway, and I joined in as I remembered the lyrics to “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.”  Music was my way of handling moods.  The blasting melodies smoothed and quickened their southbound ride.  We sang and laughed, and the next two hours were easy and fun.

We stopped in Wasilla for gas and then lunch at a ‘60s style diner with chrome and jukeboxes, records and movie posters plastered all over the walls.  Walking from the car to the restaurant was annoyingly bright with the sun high overhead, but the interior was cool and a bit dim.  Teenagers joked at the long Formica-topped counter and old couples ate quietly together in booths.  The waitress wore poufy, curly hair and a pink leather jacket.  She wore gobs of mascara and was chewing gum while taking our order.  When she bent over the table, I smelled bad perfume, kitchen grease, and potting soil.  I kicked Dad under the table when I saw him take a good look at the waitresses amble cleavage right below her silky pink neck scarf.

I pilfered some quarters from Dad and slid them into the jukebox, keying in a couple Elvis hits and Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5.”  I sang along quietly to myself, and the mood of the whole place improved… except for the waitress who plopped our food in front of us and looked at me like a circus freak.

Dad pointed to our half-empty glasses and sent the gawking waitress on her way.

“What’s her problem?” I asked, watching her wide backside sashay to the kitchen’s swinging door.

“She knows talent when she sees it and she’s jealous.  Eat up.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my dripping western burger.  “Good thing mom ain’t here.  I’m a hack compared to her.”

Dad chuckled and shook his head.  “No, not really.  You just need a better audience.”

As we were finishing our burgers, a couple gooey hot fudge Sundays arrived.  Apparently they were compliments of the chef.  We thanked the waitress, who walked a few steps away and then turned back to watch.  I grabbed the fancy twisted spoon from the side of the glass and got the first bite halfway to my mouth when a shock jolted through my hand and up my arm. “Youch!”  I dropped the spoon on the table with a grumble and shook out my tingling fingers.

There was an “um-hum” noise from the waitress and she flipped a cell phone out of nowhere.  Dad glared at her and shook his head.  He dropped exactly $28 on the table for our food and stood up.  I followed him out the door, hustling to keep up.  The man never left less than a 15% tip unless the food was rotten.

We raced back to the camper in the blaring sunlight and spun out of the driveway toward the Palmer-Wasilla Highway, spitting gravel at the waitress who stood in the doorway, yakking excitedly into the phone.

“What was that all about?” I asked after a few minutes, failing to make any sense of it myself.

“I’m not sure I can explain it well,” Dad replied, staring straight ahead at the highway and cruising exactly five miles over the 35MPH speed limit through town.

“You could try.  That was really weird.”

He half-shrugged and then sighed.  “This world is full of weirdness, Ami-honey.  We’re part of the Weird.  You have a knack for bringing out emotions in people.  Some people don’t like being manipulated and they take it personal.”

I grumbled and sank back into soft warm leather.  “That didn’t answer my question.”

Day 15 and time to get refocused!

It's been two weeks since I started pulling together my writing and I'm feeling good about it.  Next week is finals week for classes, so it will take some willpower to get ready to finish a semester on a high note without letting the project slip.  I'm going to give it a go, though!

Out at the campus today.

I was out at UAS this morning with my camera taking a few shots of the artwork and the misty trees on a cool rainy day.  Most of my writing today was Biology and scheduling, but it's got to get done, right?

Leaving Anchorage

I'd like to thank Professor Mark Dudick and my writing class at UAA for their honest and useful advice.

A noisy engine passed overhead as a pontoon plane slowly gained altitude.  Merrill Field was one of the busiest small plane airports in the world, and traffic came and went all day long, even when the summer days were 14 hours long.  Small planes were anchored to the ground on spots lined in white and yellow like a huge parking lot. 

Uncle Andy had his own Cessna, and would charge a small fee for rides when he was heading in or out of Anchorage to help cover the costs of gas and maintenance.  It was small, but according to Ami’s Dad that was the only kind of plane that landed in Aurora Bay.  The coastal town was accessible by small plane or water.  Uncle Andy stood on the tarmac wearing an old aviator’s jacket and a huge grin.  His short red hair was slicked back and dark sunglasses were perched on his head.  He waved and called out a loud “hello.”

Andy’s plane could hold a maximum of eight including the pilot, and by the look of the others meeting the plane it was going to be a full load.  A couple of grandmotherly native women were showing off some fabric and jewelry they’d bought.  A teen boy in a biker jacket and jeans was nodding and making approving noises as they displayed their finds.  He had blond hair pulled back in a rouge’s knot and his eyes were crystal blue. 

A young man with greasy hair was walking around the plane with a clip board.  He stopped here and there and checked something off a list: fuel quantity… check… fuel cap… check… windshield… check… 

A mother and daughter fussed over bags with pricy brand name labels like Hot Topic.  They were both brunettes with streaks of blonde and vibrant red that were probably added today at a ritzy salon.  The high school girl strutted around in a hot pink sun dress with black lace edging the bodice and bottom hem.  “I dare them to call me a boy now!” she said triumphantly, spinning around.

Ami marveled at her perfectly feminine hourglass shape and glowing makeup, wondering how anyone could mistake her for a boy.  She could be a pop star.  Then Ami caught her own reflection in one of the windows.  Her hair was pulled back tight, she didn’t even own makeup, and she wore a boring old forest green t-shirt and denim jeans worn down to white strings at the knees.  She looked more like the biker boy than the pretty girl.  She grabbed her big duffle, her Penney’s sack and two small bags out of the back of the camper.   “Dad, I need to find a restroom… like now.”

After a couple quick words with Andy, her Dad led her past a long row of small planes in bright colors to the bathroom.  He stood outside, examining a brick red 5-seater float plane that was tied down nearby.  

Ami changed into the sparkly goddess shirt with tapered sleeves she’d found at the hip New Age import store, then pulled down her brunette hair and brushed it out.  Hints of auburn sparkled through it.  She tied back the front third at the top of her head and let the rest fall loose.  She traded the worn out jeans for new sea-green jeans with silver stitching.  She smiled into the mirror and the difference was striking.  She looked like her mother did on screen fifteen years ago.  She’d just have to remember to smile…

“Wow!  Is that my little girl?” her Dad called as she walked out.  She grinned and punched him in the arm.  “Yup, it must be.”  He gave her a hug for so long she had to remind him it was time to go.  “I’ll be down for Yule,” he promised as they walked back to the waiting plane.  “You better!” she teased.

Photo sites???

I want to start getting my pictures together.  What is the best place for photos... easy, safe and unlimited space?  I looked at smugmug and a couple others.  Any suggestions?

A Gremlin of a car

How can I make this better?  Suggestions?

Andy told Ami to warm up the car and back it out of the garage while he put his boots on.  It was almost as obvious a ploy as her father’s tie shopping, but she headed for the door anyway.  She wandered around the side of the house to the garage and fumbled with the keys.  She remembered the black key was the one for the garage.  She couldn’t remember the color of the car key until she heaved the heavy garage door out of the way.  Green… it was definitely the green one.  In the middle of the garage surrounded by tool cases, work benches and boxes was an old restored emerald green Gremlin.  Ami laughed out loud and climbed into the car, tossing her bag in the back.  It roared to life without much assistance, and the gears moved more smoothly than anything Ami’s dad ever drove.  She backed out to the street and pulled up in front of the house.  She moved around to the passenger seat as Andy came down the front steps.

When he climbed in, he popped open the glove box and pulled out a driver’s manual from the DMV.  “I expect you to pass the test on your birthday, so study up.”  Ami nodded as he continued.  “You can drive up here on the dirt roads, because they’re still private land.  You can’t drive in town until you get your license.”

That was a lot more than Ami had expected.  It also gave her something to puzzle over, but she’d think about that later.

The drive down the hill in the daylight was beautiful, with green trees giving way to a view of the ice-carved mountains surrounding the deep blue bay waters.  Just on the outskirts of town, Andy turned right on a street named “Guardian Way.”  They passed the backs of a line of businesses on one side and cheap apartments on the other.  After about 6 blocks, the street veered to the right and upward into the hills.  Up ahead the road ended in a large parking lot surrounded by well manicured trees and shrubs.  Buildings were barely visible though the foliage.  Only a few scattered cars were parked here, all of them what Ami would call vintage.  There was a gorgeous black and chrome Skylark.

Ami snagged her tote out of the back, and followed the only sidewalk through the trees.  As she passed under the leaves, the campus spread out in front of her.  The main building was a huge log construction, surrounded by four slightly shorter wood frame buildings.  There was a ball field on the far left and the confines of an ice rink on the far right, with basketball hoops on either end.  Above the main building flew three flags: the stars and stripes, the Alaskan big dipper, and a blue triangular flag with a silver gargoyle.

Andy was watching her carefully.  “So what’ya think?”

She blinked and then shrugged.  “I didn’t know you guys were shuffling me off to college early.  It isn’t Hogwarts, but it’ll do.”

Andy laughed.  “It isn’t quite college either.  There is a college prep program if you’re interested though.  Talk it over with Mr. Cochran.  He’ll be your advisor this year.”  They walked toward the first building on the right.  The Library and the Admin Offices took up the first floor of the Language Arts Building.  

Hawaiian Earth Spirit

After Classical Lit, Ami had to run across campus to Practical Applications.  She slipped into a desk in the middle of the room next to Grace and said “hello.”  Grace smiled and nodded, and then looked down intently at the syllabus.  Ami was curious enough to follow suit.  “Practical Applications of Folklore” was the official name on the sheet.  Ami was puzzled why that would be worth an hour course, but she read on. 

This is an informative class with personal study and lab work used for emphasis. 

                                Characteristics                     Talents                   Banes                     Tips for working with

Earth Spirits                          *                              *                              *                              *

Fairies/Fay                             *                              *                              *                              *

Water Spirits                        *                              *                              *                              *

Lycanthropes                         *                              *                              *                              *

Dragons                                  *                              *                              *                              *

Ami peaked over at Grace who was flipping the paper over trying to find more information.  Unfortunately, that was all there was.  Ami heard students exclaiming “you’ve gotta be kidding me” and “Is this a joke?”  One guy a couple rows up said “just you wait and see.”  He was about four feet tall and thin, with wild red hair and thick glasses.

Nalanie Cochran came in and stood in front of the teacher’s desk up front.  She was a beautiful, large Hawaiian woman with a warm smile.  She welcomed everyone in with open arms and asked that each student stand up and greet the class.  Ami swallowed hard and glanced at Grace.  She’d expected something embarrassing like this in her first hour and it hadn’t happened.  She needed to remember to thank Ms. Leveque for that.

The redhead called himself Zee, but a heckler told the class his name was Xavier Benedictus Norwood.  To avoid a similar fate, Ami gave her full name first and then her nickname.

After the class’s introductions, Nalanie introduced herself and then her TA, William Richmond.  Everyone looked back to see Will’s toothy grin at the back of the room.

“Lights please, Mr. Richmond.” Nalanie called.  “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The lights went out and a projector flicked on, showing a funny caricature of a four-inch tall gnome with a pointy red hat.  The class laughed out loud.  Ami wondered how this could possibly be practical.  The next slide was of the seven dwarves walking home from the mine.  The laughter this time was more subdued.  The third slide was a line drawing of a gorged, tusked monster in a loin cloth with a pick axe over his shoulder.  Reactions this time were mixed.  One of the guys a row up from Ami and Grace said it looked like Leon.  Ami tapped him on the shoulder and said, “No way, have you seen Boyd?  Now there’s an Ogre for you.”  He actually nodded at her in respect and passed on the joke.

When the class calmed a little, Nalanie cleared her throat.  “We’ve all grown up with different fairy tales and stories that we’ve learned, told by different people around the world, but how much did these stories actually teach us?  I think you will all be surprised at how much we can glean from the folklore of the past.  There is a great well of knowledge we can still use today.”

The slide changed again, and it was a photograph of Nalanie herself performing a Hula dance on a gorgeous sandy beach.  “Earth spirits are all around us whether or not we realize it.”  Suddenly the class was silent.  

Book I finished today.

The Children's Picture Book: How to Write It, How to Sell It by Ellen E. M. Roberts
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Interesting information, but in need of an update.

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Will Richmond, local hero?

Rich kid, football star, honor roll... this guy's got everything going for him.  What's he hiding?

The Library and the Admin Offices took up the first floor of the Language Arts Building.  As Ami and Andy stepped inside, the cool air was a surprise.  It was probably 20 degrees cooler inside that is was outside.

A couple of women stood behind a long desk helping students and parents… or at least trying to help.  The small dark grandmotherly lady that Ami remembered from the plane was saying, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take it up with Mr. Peterson.  As it stands we can only sign up a student for one sport per season.”  The large man in front of her slammed his hand down on the counter.  Ami saw white sparks fly around his hand.

He glared down at the receptionist.  “Then where is he?”

“One moment.”  In perfect calm the woman picked up the phone and dialed an extension.  “Sir, Mr. Richmond needs to see you.  No, Sir.  Yes, Sir.  Right away.”

Ami fidgeted and waited in the background, not wanting the angry man’s attention.  Unfortunately, she didn’t go unnoticed.  The man’s son took a sidelong look at her and gave her a half smile.  It was the kind of smile that said “Hello, fresh meat.”  Ami practiced her dazzling smile again, and was surprised when his expression changed.  She couldn’t quite figure out what it meant before he followed his father to one of the back offices...

The fourth day, Ami drove the Gremlin all the way to the top of the hill they lived on.  There were two huge, well-lit homes at the top.  One could have been called a mansion.  It was a sprawling two-story Georgian style building with a covered porch with pillars and a porch swing.  The other was an A-frame that looked like a hunting lodge with the largest rack of moose antlers Ami had ever seen over the main double doors.  The black and chrome Skylark that Ami had noticed at the school was parked in front of the A-frame.  Leah’s map notation said “Rich Fools” over the whole top of the hill.  As if on cue, the front door for the mansion opened and out stepped Will.  He crossed his arms across his chest and smirked.

Ami cut the engine and climbed out of the car.  “Morning,” she called, waving as she walked up to the house.

 “That it is.  How do you like Aurora Bay?”

Ami grinned.  “I’d like it a bit less sunny.”

Will nodded.  “Then I’m sure you’ll love the winter… but take a look at this view.”  He gestured toward the bay and the town, and the view from the Richmond’s front deck was indeed amazing.  He pointed out the docks, the single shipyard, and the old end of town with the cemetery.  They chatted for a half hour before Ami got restless and said goodbye.

Enter Leah Adams

On the next block was a utilitarian concrete building with the Public Library and some government offices.  Ami decided to wander in and see if her Anchorage Library card would work here.  The mousy girl with black braids behind the counter shook her head at it.  “No.  But it’ll only take 5 minutes to get you one.”  She slid a clipboard across the counter with a form already attached.  While Ami filled in the blanks, the girl whose nametag said “Leah Adams” went rummaging through a drawer.  She came back with a shiny plastic card that read “Aurora Bay Book Club” and showed a Raven reading a book.  When Ami was done with the questionnaire, Leah peeled a sticker off the back of the card and stuck it to the paper.  It had a bar code that matched the card.  “I’ll have you in the system in a minute.”

Ami thanked her and found the fiction section.  She picked out a modern fantasy by Briggs and a cheesy looking historical set in Scotland.  As she walked back up to the counter, she saw the jock and his father from the school passing by the front of the building.  It looked to Ami like sparks of light were trailing them.  She figured the bright sun must be giving her a migraine and it just hadn’t hit yet.

The jock turned and caught her staring, and pointed straight at her.  He grinned and walked out of sight.  When Ami turned back to the counter she found Leah gawking at her.  “Man, you don’t waste any time do you?”

Ami blinked.  “Waste time with what?”

Leah sighed and looked severe.  “Making an impression, that’s what.  That was Will Richmond, captain of the Gargoyle Football Team.”

Ami rolled her eyes.  “He’s a right gorgeous Gargoyle, and probably the world’s biggest spoiled brat, if you ask me.”  She shoved the books across the counter.

Leah shook her head.  “Very likely, but playing hard to get will only make him more interested…”  Leah looked down at the books and started scanning them into the computer.  “You want him to back off then kiss popularity goodbye.”

Ami frowned and glanced behind her.  “Consider it kissed.  What do I do to keep off Creep #1’s dating roster?”

“Join the ranks of the freaks and geeks.”  Leah gave her a wicked sideways grin and stuck out her hand.  “Wednesday Adams at your service, Freak Extraordinaire.”

Ami giggled and shook her hand.  “Sounds like more fun than make-up and pom-poms.  If you get a lunch break, I’m meeting Nora at Ruby’s in an hour.”

Leah’s eyebrows rose.  “Really?  I’ll walk with you.”  Leah turned around and poked her head into a side office.  “Mom, I’m going to lunch with some friends.  Want me to bring you anything?”  A whispery voice said something in reply, but Ami couldn’t quite catch it.

Leah threw on a black jacket that said “Go Away and Stay There” in hot pink letters across the back and propped a black fedora on her head.  If it wasn’t for the braids it would have been way too big.  She grabbed a brown card out of an organizer on the wall and punched it in the time clock before putting it back.  “Let’s Rock!”  

Day 7 of my new Writing Project!

It's been a week and I've got some great new ideas to enrich the first draft of Welcome to Aurora Bay.  My biggest challenge is to rework the timeline to put more action in the first five pages.

 

Words: 10,800

Pages: 21

 

Can anyone think of some interesting Alaskan details to add to story set on the south central coast?

Setting some ground rules

Well of course it would be difficult for a single guy to take on the responsibility of a teenager.  The trick is to use humor when you lay down the law.  At least that's what Andy thinks.  It's a good thing Ami has an equal sense of humor.

By the time she was cleaned up and ready, breakfast was on the table.  She enjoyed the simple meal of bacon, eggs, and toast with jam.  It was comforting to go through a normal morning routine.  Andy set some ground rules for the house.  It was all the usual stuff: no boys, no loud parties, no letting strangers in the house, no bon fires, no wondering alone in the woods… no wondering alone with boys in the woods.  She interrupted him at that point to tell him that she wasn’t stupid.  “Don’t do anything illegal, dangerous, or embarrassing if it ends up on the front page of the paper.  I got it.”

He laughed out loud.  “Okay, okay.  I’ll lay-off unless something goes wrong.  We’ve got to head down to the school today and make sure all your paperwork is in order.  Then Nora wants to meet you at Ruby’s for Lunch, so I’ll just drop you downtown.”

“Ruby’s?”  Ami looked up from her toast.

“Ruby’s Ribs is the barbeque place just across from the docks.  You can watch the boats while you eat.”

“Ah.”  She nodded.  “So what’s a girl do for fun around here?  I mean besides lighting bonfires and wondering alone through the woods.”

“Ha-ha.  You’ll have to ask Nora.  I don’t make a very good girl.”  Andy scratched his stubbly chin.

“I don’t know.  A little make-up, a shave…”  Ami got up and washed her plate and fork in the sink while Andy groaned and clutched his chest...

As Ami walked out, she saw Nora and Jean walking in.  Ami gave Andy a questioning look, but he put his finger to his lips.  Ami smiled and accepted Nora’s overzealous hug, and then left her as she skipped up to the receptionist.

Andy met her at the door and followed her outside.  On the other side of the door, Ami turned around.  “She can’t be more than 10-years-old.  What’s she doing in High School?”

Andy pointed at the sign over the door they had just exited.

Aurora Bay High

Home of the Gargoyles

Offering Gifted Programs since 1943

“Obviously,” Andy replied, “You’re not the only gifted child in the Universe.”  Ami blushed a little and then stomped off toward the green Gremlin.

Grace

Grace is a girl just coming into her own, hoping that a full makeover in Anchorage will create a whole new life for her in village.

A mother and daughter fussed over bags with pricy brand name labels.  They were both brunettes with streaks of blonde and vibrant red.  The girl strutted around in a hot pink sun dress with black lace.  “I dare them to call me a boy now!” she said triumphantly, spinning around.

Ami marveled at her perfectly feminine shape and glowing makeup, wondering how anyone could mistake her for a boy.  Then Ami caught her own reflection in one of the windows.  Her hair was pulled back tight, she didn’t even own makeup, and she wore a t-shirt and jeans.  She looked more like the biker boy than the pretty girl...

Grace and her mom were met by a lean dark man in EMT coveralls, who loaded their fancy bags into the back of the black F150.  Grace tried to do a little pirouette to show off her new look, and stumbled.  Her dad laughed out loud and hugged her, lifting her into the cab of the truck.  He lifted up one of her feet to get a good look at the strappy black high-heel.  “I don’t remember authorizing the acquisition of a deadly weapon.”

Dyllan the Drifter

Dyllan enters as a teen boy in a biker jacket and jeans with his blonde hair pulled back in a rouge's knot.  He is a dynamic storyteller with a flare for the dramatic.

Dyllan pulled a copy of the Complete Edger Allen Poe out of his backpack.  To the women’s discomfort he read “The Raven” and then “Tell Tale Heart” with a great deal of flare.  He smirked as the women tried to talk over him, but Ami and Grace just listened intently.  He had a definite talent for storytelling...

As rivers opened up to the Cook Inlet, Dyllan said, “Here we go!”  The women in the seats ahead tensed and chatted excitedly.  Grace pulled out her headphones and turned her music on MUCH too loud, closing her eyes.  Ami had just enough time to wonder what all the excitement was about, and then they began to turn.  The wide turn angled the plane down to the left and Grace leaned on Ami, pushing her into Dyllan’s shoulder.  She hadn’t realized how tall or solid he was until that moment… or how warm.  The smell of musk, old leather and aftershave was terribly distracting.  Her heart rate picked up and she prayed she was the only one who could feel the beat.

The plane shook a bit as they turned in almost a circle.  They straightened out just in time to line up with the runway and slow down for landing.  After a minute Grace realized she was still leaning on Ami and sat up quickly.  Ami righted herself and nervously said “thanks” to no one in particular...

As the plane came to a stop, Andy gave a short “Welcome” speech in an exaggerated British accent.  Ami and Grace giggled.  Dyllan said, “Thanks Gov’ner,” as he leaned forward and slid the side door open.  

Uncle Andy

Ami's uncle Andy likes playing the part of aviator and owns his own plane.  Not a jet, but a sturdy little Cessna.  Ami's dad drops her off with uncle Andy at Merrill Field in Anchorage, and she flies with a small group back to Aurora Bay where she'll live at her uncle's cabin.

“You’ve got a choice,” Andy told her in his best game-show-host voice, standing in the hallway between two rooms.  “The Susitna Room or the Alyeska Room.”  She rolled her eyes at the names that sounded like bed-and-breakfast suites, but they were definitely well named for what they were.  The first had a huge picture of the Sleeping Lady at sunset over the blue and white bed, with a matching lamp on a side table.  There was also a comfy looking chair in front of a wooden desk and a bookcase that was mostly empty.  The second room had pictures of ski slopes and skiing, and the bed and matching couch were a sporty blue and red plaid.  Ami wrinkled her nose at the second one and turned back to the Susitna Room. 

“This will be perfect,” she told Andy, honestly.  They brought in her bags, and she left them on the floor for the time being so she could test out the bed.  She was so tired that she barely heard her Uncle’s “good night” as he closed the door.

Amelia Ann "Ami"

Our eyes and ears on the scene, Ami in a smart home-schooled girl with a love of music.  She is on her way to a new life in Aurora Bay.  Her biggest fear?

It wasn’t the part about being alone that bothered her the most. It was the part about making “real” friends. After seven straight years of homeschooling, the idea of going to a real high school was more than a little intimidating. How do you make friends in a place like that? They’ll all know each other. They’ll have their circles and clichés, and making friends with one person would mean making friends with a whole group. Ami wondered if anyone would even like her.  

Blizzard in Juneau!

White out conditions and a turkey in the fridge!  I'll have plenty of time to work on my Aurora Bay project.  Have a great Thanksgiving!

Electric Words

The epiphany that strikes like lightning
leads my hand to the page.

The images flow into words
and the story pours onto the page.

A new world forms in my hands
and I will share it with you.