Melanie Surani's Blog, page 52
August 21, 2017
You’re expecting a new chapter for Lost in the Museum today, but...
You’re expecting a new chapter for Lost in the Museum today, but it’s not working out. I have most of it ready (next week?), but the ending is giving me trouble.
Honestly, I haven’t been feeling creative lately — could be because there are Nazis in the world again. More likely because people I used to respect are siding with them.
Maybe I haven’t figured out how Josh ought to deal with the R train he’s just found, but I do know how I feel about the latest WTF in the news.
White supremacy is bad. The Confederate statues need to come down, and their flag needs to stop being flown. The damn Nazi flag needs to stop being flown. Black lives DO matter. Refugees are trying to live. Nobody is trying to replace the whites.
I grew up in the south. Being exposed to so much of the Confederacy (and a LOT of racism) isn’t something I chose, but it’s something I’m choosing to distance myself from now. If this loses me readers, go in peace.
August 19, 2017
She’s beautiful in any era. Lovely clothes from...
She’s beautiful in any era. Lovely clothes from @caterpillaronamushroom – a 40s style dress with a hand-knit cardigan, and Wonder Woman cosplay
August 7, 2017
The tour would have been in Boston by now. Maybe Toronto, if...
The tour would have been in Boston by now. Maybe Toronto, if time had gotten away more than Josh thought it had. The company would have left New York without him.
He lay on the sofa in the break room with his arm crooked under his head, staring at the acoustic tile ceiling, lousy with hunger as they began in earnest to ration the cans of tuna, granola bars, and boxes of cereal. They hadn’t expected not to find their way out; the museum was sealed.
Josh lived in New York, where that last show had been. After Erica’s pranks — the blood capsule, and then the ransom note and rumor on the same night — the company must have thought he went home to sulk, to not answer the door or the phone, and abandon the tour. A move like that could ruin his career, brand him a divo; but surely they wouldn’t have given up on him.
Chapter 8 is up now
http://www.melaniesurani.com/index.php/novels/lostinthemuseum/lost-in-the-museum-chapter-8/
August 1, 2017
July 31, 2017
“Hello?”Speaking into the dead receiver felt stupid, but being...
“Hello?”
Speaking into the dead receiver felt stupid, but being back in the office with its ample overhead lighting and shut door gave Sophia more peace than trying to avoid the guys in the galleries. She hated being a prisoner in the bedroom.
Soon after they’d freed Kieron from the overturned shelves, in an effort to make sure Josh and Sophia weren’t an item, Kieron dragged the cot from the bedroom and set it up in the break room beside the sofas. He, Ajay, and Josh slept there, giving Sophia the pull-down bed in the bedroom on her own. Yes, she had privacy, and her own en-suite, but the isolation in such a big building felt unnecessary.
Slipping upstairs, she returned to the office where she’d found the picture she’d drawn and shut herself inside. Kieron had heard a voice over the phone, and she was determined to hear that voice again. She sat in the swivel chair for half an hour with the receiver silently to her ear before she heard the click.
Sophia sat up straight. “Hello?”
“Who is this?” The man asked.
He sounded American, just as weary as the first time she’d heard him.
“Sophia Stewart. I’m locked in a museum — an abandoned building. I don’t know where it is exactly —”
“Do the lights flicker on your side too?”
Chapter 7 is up. Read the rest here: http://www.melaniesurani.com/index.php/novels/lostinthemuseum/lost-in-the-museum-chapter-7/
