Update *EDIT*

i finished chapter eight tonight. I will probably get nine done too. I have upped my word count to 16774! I am excited. I am glad I am working ahead, because i actually have the time to write this week...or at least tonight. I figure that my good days will balance out the days when i can't write...at all.

Other than my insane amount of writing that i have been doing (over 8,ooo words in two days!) I have been majorly working on school stuff. Yes, this year is harder than last. And next year will be harder than now. I just have to keep telling myself, six more weeks including finals, six more weeks, six more weeks. I am excited and looking forward to next semester when I will have NO FRIDAY CLASSES! can we say yay? YAY!

Lol. Anyway, everything else is smooth and running its course. Roomie is commuting this week. Her dad is sick, so shes being an incredible daughter and being there for him. She's something...

Anyway, because I can, i am posting a small blurb...enjoy...

My mom joined the church when I wasn’t even born. She moved to Harpers Grove to have me. Thinking it was a good idea to leave the congested city where she lived and met my dad, she moved and made fast friends with the women in the neighborhood and town. While Harpers Grove is big enough that she never met everyone in the town, it was small enough to welcome her, and unborn me, with open arms.
When I was born, she was showered with gifts and things to help. Even the crib was donated as she had nothing upon arrival. We spent our first years living in a small room in someone else’s house until she found a steady job and saved her money. Eventually, she bought our house and in we moved.
With all the inconsistency in my younger years, I remember one place most of all, that was our church. Our church was founded with the town and boosted many members. There was a priest I adored when I was child and every Sunday, I would sit next to him while he taught the children of the parish. Father Michael and I became fast friends.
Even into my teenage years, I went to Father Michael for everything. He was a good confidant and never judged me for my decisions. I respected him and regarded him as the father I never had growing up.
Among my many regrets is the fact I never returned for his funeral the year before I came home. I was out on a tour, displaying my photography in galleries across the United States when my mom finally located and called me.
“Father Michael died last night.”
“What?” She was breathing so hard and her voice was choked up.
“He died in his sleep last night. The funeral is on Thursday, just thought you should know.” She hung up, obviously heartbroken. I sat still in my hotel room for the longest time, trying to decide whether to go home or not when my publicist came in.
“Madeline, we need to go.” Shaking off the thoughts of Father Michael, I threw myself into the tour.
It was Friday morning that I realized I sent no flowers, made no arrangements to go home, nothing. I had forgotten about him. I sank to my knees and wept and no one could console me. I had failed my father.

*EDIT* As i said, i finished chapter nine not so long, which brings my total word count to....drumroll...19,364 words! I am on a high right now. I know i can go at least THREE days without writing and not fall behind. I rock. Simple as that. So, time for another blurb.

“What do you want to do Maddie?”
“About what?” He pointed to my belly. “Oh, I don’t know Justin.”
“We need to decide Maddie, you’re getting farther along. Before you know it you’re going to show or its going to be too late to decide what to do.”
I sighed and continued walking ahead on the path, leaving him behind me. He was right, of course. Already my jeans were tightening around my middle and I was getting sick every morning. Soon someone else would see the growing belly for what it was and I wouldn’t be able to hide the increasing bulge.
“Wait Maddie, don’t get upset.”
“I’m not, just…frustrated I guess.”
“Baby, stop.” I turned to face him and sighed. He placed a hand on my stomach and held it there, warming me. “I don’t know what to do Maddie. I don’t think we can keep it. We’re not old enough to care for it; we have no money, nothing.”
“I know.” I started walking again, pulling away from him. “I’ll make an appointment tomorrow morning to see the doctor, okay?”
“Hey, come here.” I stopped and turned, eyes filled with tears.
“I wish we could keep it.”
“Me too.” He held me for a long time as I wept. We were not mature enough to handle it, and so I headed to the doctor the next day with a heavy heart.