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Teaser Two of Every Which Way!!

In celebration over the fact that I'm handing over Severine's story to my editor... (Let's all jump up and down at the same time!!! squee!)
I'm giving you all small, small teaser!!
Enjoy!!!


“Do I need to ask you?” Macsen asked with a playful grin. His light-green eyes were bright. They were going to raze her until there was nothing left. Severine was okay with that. He could get as close to her as he wanted. There was no need to run from him.     “Yes,” Severine said in a hushed tone.   “See me outside of class, apart from all this bullshit. I want to see just you.”  Her smile slightly dimmed over his words. Macsen grinned, grabbed her fingers, and held them loosely within his grasp. His words took her off guard. Something furled around in her belly. It spread and reached for her heart, each time never quite grabbing on.   “Yeah,” she said slowly. “I’d like that.”   Something was languidly forming between them. They were starting to fit together. She was going to remember this moment. It was going to stay with her, without end.   The two of them walked back towards their table. Thayer’s eyes seemed to be waiting for her before she had rounded the corner. They always seemed selected in her direction.   Call it vicious, but she held his eyes. Right now, she was involved in the world’s longest staring contest. She was going to win. All of her attention was on Thayer. When Macsen's palm touched her lower back, she barely registered the contact.   What was worse than being around two Sloan brothers? Having one physical touch her skin, and the others gaze sear her to her very origin. He was too far to know or realize, but his gaze felt more real than skin-to-skin contact.   Thayer’s eyes flicked away from her body and back to his computer screen. He repeated the process five times. Each time she felt it rattle her body. 

I can keep a secret.. Maybe... Kinda..

I've been so silent lately.... 
You should know that when I'm quiet, I'm probably hiding something. 
I can never keep good news to myself for very long. 




I have so much I want to spill!! But I can't. 
I can't. 
I want to say something. I can't. 
Like... My cover designer showed me the cover to Breaking the Wrong. And I died. 
It's complete perfection. 

And then I told her when I wanted to release it, and we were all.... 



To ensure that I don't flap my jaw. I had to share SOMETHING...So here's the pinterest page of: EVERY WHICH WAY. 
Those freakishly gorgeous people are my 'inspirations' of Severine, Lilly, Macsen and Thayer! 
(There's not too much of Thayer.. it's hard to find the perfect person to portray him.)
But then I saw this video... 
Danilo doesn't look like Thayer... but he plays like Thayer... *cheesy wink* 




If I could find the girl on the cover of Every Which Way, I'd pin her as Severine. Because she IS Severine. Right down to the freckles! 

But when I can tell you everything you'll be hearing me singing Gettin' Jiggy Wit It.

I miss that song.....

Until then, I'll leave you with this... This is how my progress with Every Which Way is going.... 

Teaser of Every Which Way!!!

I'm working very diligently on Severine's book. I promise!!! 
To prove it, here's a little teaser!! 


Thayer’s hand firmly held one of her own. Severine wasn’t going to look away. It was time to confront her biggest fear, perhaps her biggest desire, directly.  He was simply a guy. But the way he was starring at her lips made him so much more than simple. “Can I tell you something?” Thayer asked quietly. Severine barely heard him. She nodded her head, and he smiled back lazily. Even drunk, he was gorgeous perfection.     “I saw you first.” He rasped out deeply.  “Remember that. I saw you first.”  Severine, trying to keep the conversation light, smiled weakly. “At the coffee shop?”  His head shifted back and forth, while his eyelids drooped down. Severine was waiting for him to pass out and drift off into a deep sleep. He shifted slightly. “I’ve seen you many times before that.”   She swallowed loudly, “When?”   “Around campus with your friend, Lilly. At a couple of parties.” Slowly, his lips rounded into a small smile. Instinctively, Severine held her breath. “You know, you’re like no other girl I’ve ever met? I love that you don’t put up with bullshit.”  His eyes poured out all of his secrets. Her heart was ruined. Without trying, she was falling for him. “You’re rare Severine. Just like your name. It’s impossible to forget you.”   She blinked over and over. Severine couldn’t reciprocate anything worth while. Her brain was mush. It was melting fast.   “Can I tell you something else?”    No, no, no.   Severine sucked in her cheeks tightly and nodded stiffly. “I stole Macsen’s phone, and texted you tonight.”   “So I was talking to you.”   “Would you have came over if you knew it was me?”  Swallowing felt painful. “Honestly? No.” The truth had never tasted so bitter.   “Then you can’t be mad at me for being deceitful.”  As she sat there in a state of confusion, Thayer drifted to sleep. Severine shifted away from his bed and reached over to cover him with a blanket. 
  A deep breath escaped her mouth. Her hand reached out and traced a line from his cheekbone, down to his lips. He didn’t react. It was a relief to Severine. She doubted that they’d never have a peaceful moment together like this again. Gentle, harmonious occasions in life were rare. Severine knew that this moment would be permanently captured in her mind.  Severine was a greedy, selfish person. She wanted everything. Right now, sitting here with Thayer, she wanted to keep this moment forever. Nothing gave her the right to desire it so much.   A light cough came from the doorway. Severine glanced up quickly to find Macsen standing there, watching her. He glanced down at his brother and her finger shook as she took them away from his face.     She walked towards the door. Her voice a whisper. “I guess I should be going.”   Macsen nodded his head miserably. “Sorry about, uh...”   “About getting wasted?” Severine asked as they walked side by side down the hall. “You had fun Macsen. Something you should probably do more often.”   He gave her a brief nod, and leaned on the kitchen island.   “Remember to check up on him later.” Severine said as she wrapped her scarf around her neck.   “I don’t think I’m the person he’s hoping will check up on him.”   “Are you talking about moi?” Severine tried to joke but her voice sounded strained, betraying the awkwardness she was feeling.  Macsen picked at the beige carpet with his sock. The silence lingered between them. Finally he spoke. “What were you guys doing in there?”   “Nothing.” Severine said stiffly.  He shut his eyes and briefly held them tight before opening them. “I think it would’ve been more than nothing if I hadn’t walked in when I did.”   “But you got there just in time, didn’t ya?”   The air was thick with tension. Severine stared uncomfortably at Macsen, his expression unreadable.  “Do you like my brother?”   She wanted to tell him that she didn’t know. All she could give him was silence.

The House I Can Never Reach....

Everyone! Have I introduced you to the other female character in my life that refuses to leave me alone?
No?.....

Well, here she is!!!
And here's the full cover for UNRAVEL!  Naomi looks so serene. She has no clue what's about to unfold!!
My cover designer, Sarah, did such an amazing job on Unravel!!! (and Every Which Way)
I could gush and gawk at this cover like a psycho path.

But instead, I'm gonna gush about the two stories I'm writing.....

I put Severine's book on Good Reads. Oh, it was a rush. A part of me wanted to vomit. And the other part of me was jumping around like someone on speed!!
It's like finalizing everything I've written. It's telling the Reading World... this WILL be out!!

I haven't uploaded Unravel yet. Honestly, I don't even have a clear cut date on when I'll release it. I'm pushing for January 2013.
'The End' was typed about 3 years ago. Other projects captured my attention. And when I finish Every Which Way, I want to divulge all my attention to Naomi's story. It needs to be polished!!
Unravel is ripping a portion of my heart out!! Not quite as bad as Every Which Way. <---- I'm gonna walk away crippled from that story...I swear!!

Right now... you wanna know how I REALLY feel about Severine's book?!!?  You see that house far, far away??! That's the ending of Severine's book.
I'm the beautiful brunette with the killer waist line reaching for the end. Sometimes, it's so close I can taste it. But right now, it feels like this!!

Also, if someone wants to watch my crib midgets so I can stay at this country house in the picture, so I can finish Severine's book up... That would be GREAT!!!

Chapter One of Every Which Way

I reached a 100 'Likes' on my Fb page!!!! *yay!* May not seem like a lot, but to me it's a HUGE goal that's been reached!!
I said I'd post Chapter One, and here it is!!
Severine's story is amazing to write, to experience. It challenges me, and pushes me forward. I can't wait to share it with you!!

-Calia

Chapter 1  The fresh scent of coffee dominated the room. Severine took a deep breath and leaned back into the couch. The aroma always offered her a sense of comfort and left her feeling warm and sated.      She placed her cup onto the table in front of her and looked down at the textbook in her lap. Who wouldn’t find a coffee shop the ideal place to study? The quiet environment merged with the soft music playing helped Severine to tune everything out and focus on her never-ending studies.  The leather across from her creaked and she lifted her face to look at her friend Lilly, slithering deep into the chair. It looked like the worlds most awkward position.  “Umm.. what are you doing?” Severine asked with a smirk.   Lilly’s dark blue eyes bulged, “Are they gone?” She mouthed slowly.   Severine looked around the coffee shop, at the people sitting around them. There were only two other customers. One was some emo dude in the corner, brooding over a notebook, probably writing heartbreaking poetry over the turns in his life.   The other, a middle aged woman sat in the center of the coffee shop, and pretended not to be reading the romance novel in front of her. It was highly doubtful Lilly was hiding from them.   “Who are you talking about?” Severine asked. She placed her books next to her on the couch and leaned closer to her friend.   Lilly made a frustrated noise and motioned with her eyes for Severine to turn around. “You idiot. Look. At the cash register.”   “If you can see them why are you asking me if they’ve left yet?”   Lilly ignored her, and shifted in her seat. Her entire face was covered with the nearest magazine. Too bad she picked up the one titled, Maxim. The cover featured some gorgeous actress, pouting. Her fingers were hooked around her lacy underwear, and somehow her white blouse was magically open, showing off  her cleavage.  Keeping it classy for the world.   Severine, ignoring her friend’s request to act nonchalantly, simply turned around to stare curiously at the three males ordering drinks. The trio were unaware of being gawked at. Severine kept it that way, and turned back to Lilly with her eyebrows cocked high in confusion.   “I made out with the buff one last year.” Lilly whispered.   Severine’s mouth formed a perfect O. She quickly slid closer to Lilly, away from the guys at the register. Lilly kept her face buried in the magazine and Severine yanked it away. “Talk. Now.”   Lilly shrugged like it was no big deal. She was still hunched over in her seat like a paranoid escapee. “I was really drunk. I think I spent the evening trying to get his friends, Thayer’s attention, but I ended up with Chris instead. Not a bad second place if I do say so myself.” Her eyes danced impishly.   Severine gawked at Lilly with surprise. The sweet, gentle blonde sitting across from her never got drunk and certainly never made out with random males, no matter how yummy they looked. But, then again, the girl in front of her now wasn’t the same one that grew up in a strict, religious family. Naïve Lilly was shed the minute they slammed the trunk of her car, and drove out of their small Iowa town. This was her time to be free and she was coming into herself. Severine was glad that they were together on this journey.   “Which one is Chris?”   She went to turn around but Lilly grabbed her arm quickly. “Don’t turn around,” she warned.   “Come on! I need to see this random dude that my shy Lilly made out with.”   “That’s just it. He’s a random dude. Nothing much to say about it.” Quickly, she glanced up, her eyes drifting past Severine. “But Thayer isn’t random. That dude’s a freakin’ legend.”  “Legend? So he’s a thing of the past? How long has he been in college for?” Lilly stared at her blankly. “Oh God, don’t tell me we have a Van Wilder on our hands!!”   “Not that kind of legend! He’s amazing at sports. Came here on a basketball scholarship-”   “I stopped listening at sports.” Severine said dryly. “Anywho, I’ve never heard of him.”  Lilly threw her hands in the air. In a gesture that said, ‘How’s that my fault?’ “Maybe you’ve never heard of him because you were absorbed in some other dude that week, or month, or whatever the hell you were doing.”   Severine ignored her friends words. “Am I allowed to look at him? I need to see how good looking this Chris and Thayer are. My hot-guy tracking system has never steered me wrong.” Lilly nodded her head in defeat. Severine anxiously turned, not caring if she looked like a stalker. She glanced at ‘Thayer the God’ and it became obvious why he was here on a basketball scholarship.   If any guy stood over six feet she was elated, and this guy seemed to surpass her height requirement easily. She could wear any Jimmy Choo heel available and still feel tiny. Severine glanced at his faded, dark green shirt. It embraced his shoulders perfectly, showing just how much sinew of muscles were withheld from sight. Truthfully, even if he was wearing a cut-off with creepy pictures of wolves on the front, and a fanny pack wrapped around his waist, it wouldn’t matter. She’d still think he was drool worthy.   His head moved up and down as he spoke with the server. Severine watched as he reached towards his back jean pocket. A feeling of warmth consumed her body and spread throughout quickly.  There was something teasingly dangerous about watching him. He could turn around and catch her red handed, and Severine secretly wanted him to do just that.   Her eyebrow rose as she watched him reach for his wallet, his actions inciting the muscles cording up his arm to spring against his skin. Even from where she sat, she could see the rough appearance of his hands. It shaped quality for any guy, showing just how active he was in life.  This guy looked good. More than good.    She turned back towards her friend, and was met with a smug grin. “Am I right. Or am I right?” Severine gave a brisk nod, “Not bad.” She tried to character someone uninterested. If she was even remotely believable she should consider changing her major to creative arts.     “Not bad? The hot Calvin Klein models we taped in our lockers in high school were ‘not bad’.” Lilly inclined her head in Thayer’s direction. “That’s look at the sky and scream, ‘Thank you God,’ as loud as you can!”   Severine grinned at Lilly’s example. “So is the dude a man slut?”   Lilly sipped on her coffee, “I have no clue. I don’t remember much about that night, but I’m pretty sure I almost vomited all over his shoes.”   “Charming.”   “Now do you understand why I kept that night to myself?”   “I could see how that might be marginally embarrassing. How have I not seen this crazy, wild side of you until now?” Severine asked with raised brows.   “It was a one time thing. Honestly. If only my life was that exciting.”   “Was I with you?” Severine asked.   Lilly frowned over at Severine, and tightened her loose pony tail. “Of course, but you were dancing with some guy.”   “I just don’t know if I can trust you any more.” Severine said, faking a sad voice. “What else are you hiding from me? When you say your going to the library are you really meeting up with these gorgeous hunks?” Severine clasped her hands behind her head, and glanced at Lilly mischievously.  “Please.You know if I was meeting up with any gorgeous guy at the library I’d stalk you with texts.”  Severine nodded solemnly. “I’d expect nothing less.”   Lilly, once again, hid her face from view. Only this time, she actually read the titles on the magazines before grabbing one. Severine ignored the books around her, and spun back towards the front counter. Her name would be the first listed underneath the group, ‘Gawkers and Proud!’ It was more than rude, but if her name was written down first, Thayer’s name would be listed next, because he was staring right back, carefully scrutinizing her.  To Severine, his expression was blank. Spotless and clean. She wondered what it’d be like to create a mess in his eyes, to leave an imprint. How much money did she want to lay down that she’d be the first??  Her thoughts bolted in different directions, but all she wanted was to focus on the unspoken challenge between the two of them.   A muscle in his jaw ticked and Severine smirked. She knew what he’d be like. Being near him would first start out as a rollercoaster ride. Her nerves would be frayed, she’d be completely terrified. With every inch towards the sky, Severine would want to be back on the ground.   Then the ride would take off. She’d have no time to think; the ride would direct her body which way to go and her stomach would drop at the rush of speed. Her eyes would be clinched tightly because she’d be too afraid to look around. At the end, everything would slow and it would all be over.     With her pulse racing, a high running through her system, she’d walk away, swearing she’d never return. But she would come back again, and again. Anyone would.   His name was called and he turned. Their gaze was broken, and Severine felt victorious.  Lilly was texting on her phone, completely lost in her own world. Ignoring the pile of massive textbooks sitting next to her, Severine picked up the newest Marie Claire instead. Every few pages she’d pause long enough to flick a glance over her shoulder. During the fifth glance she spied Thayer walking through the door, followed by two guys, one who looked like he had more muscles than brain, probably Chris.   The third male, his hair covered with a baseball cap, looked familiar. Severine was positive he was in her Lit 105 class. He sat near the front and never talked to anyone. She watched as he turned around, and held the door open for a stranger. His face was nothing but sharp angles, and the dark stubble scattered around his chin and cheeks intersected any ability of his face being too pretty.  His back pressed against the glass door as he looked at Severine. His focus was centered at her eyes, and his gaze seemed to spotlight every hidden secret she kept private. His lips kicked up in a grin, and her heart came to a grinding halt. The bell attached to the door jingled loudly. Announcing she had lost that round. Her high from Thayer had vanished. Severine now knew what was like to feel cold and hot at the same time. The sensation was consuming. She looked down at the couch, and blankly followed the cracked lines of the leather.      “The guy wearing the baseball hat? That’s Thayer’s brother, Macsen.”   Of course he was.   Lilly smiled ruefully, “Are you regretting your decision to study here?”   Severine shook her head, and grabbed her laptop from the table. “How many cute guys are on campus?” Lilly stared at her blankly. “Too many to count. They’re forgettable.”   Severine glanced at Lilly, and saw her repeatedly banging her pencil against her notebook. “Macsen’s in his second year like us.”   Her nod was brief as she stared at the jumbled words before her. “Good for him.”   Lilly nodded her head, and went back to taking notes. The conversation was closed. Within the last five minutes, Severine’s emotions had been twisted and warped dry. The confusion she was experiencing was foreign to her. Unconsciously, Severine rubbed between her eyes and re-read the paragraph she had been working on for the last five minutes.

Prologue to Unravel!!!

So I'm finally posting my prologue. I said I would when I reached a certain amount of 'likes' on my Fb Author page. But then I kept pushing it back. Lets face it, this book is my 'other' baby. Part of me jumps up and down at the thought of showing it to the world, and the other side... well it's telling me just to let it collect dust on my hard drive!!


Prologue
Present Day
“Dr.Monroe, your next patient is here to see you.” Thomas Monroe briefly looked up to press the intercom button, then looked back down at his paper work. "Send them in please."
  Almost immediately, the door knob turned, and Grace Carradine walked into the office. She was dressed to leave an impression. Her tan sweater was tucked into her impeccably pressed slacks. The entire outfit, including the tan heels that complimented her suede cashmere vest, was picked with meticulous detail. Like most of his patients, the stench of old money seemed to linger in the air around her. She smiled at Thomas with arrogant confidence. 
  “Lovely to see you Mrs.Carradine.” Thomas said respectfully as he reached across to shake her hand.   She didn’t return his hand shake and instead chose to demurely place herself in the leather seat across from him. Impatiently, she glanced at the person standing next to her and sighed loudly. “Naomi sit down. There’s no reason to stand.”   For a brief second, Thomas’s smile faltered as he looked at Naomi Carradine, his patient for the last month.   Her eyes briefly made contact with his before she sat down and stared vacantly at the desk in front of her.   An uncomfortable silence descended through the room. No one wanted to be the first to break the iron curtain that had casted itself in his office.    Thomas cleared his throat, and Naomi looked at him expectantly. Though he had tried to understand the situation, nothing could explain what had made this beautiful girl sitting in front of him, so broken.   Thomas’s immediate assumption during her first visit was that Naomi was a beautiful and healthy young girl. Before that hour had ended, he asked her to write down her feelings throughout the week. She needed to learn to express herself and for some people, writing out their emotions was an amazing outlet.   A week later, she came back, still appearing composed. She handed over the journal and he skimmed through it quickly, not expecting to read anything with great significance.   Inside, five pages had been written in. He read the first entry carefully when Naomi’s appointment came to a close. It was then, he concluded that the girl was completely crazy.   Naomi easily masked her emotions from the outside world. During each appointment she sat quietly, answering all of his queries and nodding her head when required. By the end of the day, Thomas felt as if he was the one going delirious.   It saddened him to know that their sessions were not helping her improve. There was nothing worse than watching someone descend into their own depression, and feeling that a solution was nonexistent.  January 3:34 a.m.   I can't sleep again.   It lines up with the long rows of nights-since I’ve been back- that my body and mind refuse to rest.  I know my eyes are swollen from exhaustion. But every time I even try to go to sleep, I’m haunted by everything.I tried to use my ‘therapist’s’ suggestion and write my feelings down as a step towards my future. I started writing, and believed that with each curved letter, I was on my way to forgetting. Instead, it became an obsessive outlet. I’m now trying to re-account my days spent with him.  I know that rationally, my attempts at trying to figure what went wrong are ridiculous, but my heart has too much to say.  His face refuses to leave my memory, only taunting me with the knowledge that I left him when he desperately needed me the most. I didn’t want to leave. I tried to hold on. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.   Another day is about to begin and I’m still sitting here. Staring into nothing. I keep hoping that maybe if I sit still long enough I’ll go back. One time, I tried to focus everything I had on my memories of him, I assumed that maybe I wasn’t giving it my all but nothing happened.   My body needs rest, I can feel it in the way my head struggles to even stay up. I’m fighting it but losing the battle. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing though; even when I sleep I cling to the hope that I will dream of him again. No matter how much I reverie over my memories, nothing comes at night.     I won’t give up though. I will never believe that it was all a matter of my imagination.  I’m determined to find a clue. A clue that will lead me back to him. Back to save him from the danger that I fear has already happened.  I feel like I’ve tried every path that doesn’t make me look psychotic.   I see the worry in each of my family members features, the skepticism in their eyes. They think I’m slowly going insane. I’d think the same thing too, if I didn’t remember every little detail.   But nothing was connecting together. How can I remember all the details I have, and yet, still not find the missing puzzle piece? Every time I feel that I’m on to something and that I have a brilliant point that I’d missed before, it comes directly back to me. Directly to my family.    How maddening was it to think that you knew everything about your family, and yet, knew nothing? Through searching for a way back to him, I’ve realized so much about my life.   Some families have an ancestry that was founded on survival, hard work, loyalty, and strong tides that would bind them forever to their loved ones. They have someone that would build their family’s foreground in to the world.   What I never realized was that their decisions-whether good or bad- would impact my life forever.  My past is held by a man that is viscous. So viscous that he knew the power he had and relished in it. He decided to create a life for himself that would give him a pedigree of such comfort, wealth, and respect that he would never have to want for anything. It would create the same life for me.   Sometimes, I can’t stomach the knowledge that I sit in a home created by him. All of it was built on deceit. The number of people tricked and harmed because of his pure drive is more than I want to count.   I am constantly sick to my stomach because of the pressure that has been placed on me. Each action could change the course of everything.     I despise him. I refuse to mention his name. I fear that speaking it out loud would only bring even horrible consequences.   I hate him for what I know he will do to the person that I’m so captivated by.     I used to think that time had no reverse button. That once the wheels were in motion, there was no way to stop the plans already in action. But now I know the past is never really changeless. If I could, I’d go back again. I’d go back and make sure that all the destruction my family caused would never be captured in time.   I know that if I prevent something from taking place it could make my very existence disappear.    I’m sure as hell not a martyr. But if I was born out of deceit, then how much worth is my own life?                   -Naomi           
 Thomas’s breath sounded choppy as he shut the notebook. That was more than she’d ever revealed.   He swept a hand over his weary face and picked up his phone. The number he dialed was by heart. A deep male voice answered.   “Clint, it’s Thomas. We need to talk about Naomi.” His back was slouched in defeat as he listened to his friend rant on the other end of the line, and waited with dread for the inevitable question.  When that inquisition came, it was just as painful as he expected. “She’s getting worse. I hate to even say this, but I think you need to take the next steps in getting her help.”  When he hung up the phone, his eyes caught the diplomas that Naomi had pointed out to him earlier. He felt like a failure. He didn’t know how to help Naomi, and he wasn’t sure that Naomi wanted help from anyone.   She was so lost to her twisted thoughts that Thomas was starting to doubt if anyone could rescue her mind from going under.   He thought over her words. What if she was right, and he had just made a huge mistake? The fact that he was entertaining the idea made him laugh at his own absurd thoughts. He rose from his seat and slipped on his blazer to leave the office for the day. He turned to flip off the light but first, he glanced at Naomi’s journal sitting on his desk.   His efforts had been depleted. The medicine wasn’t working. The weekly sessions made him feel like they were taking steps backward. Giving her a journal to write down her feelings only convinced him that he was enabling her to think all these nonsensical thoughts.  He turned the light off, and his office was black. With a heavy sigh, he turned to leave, nodded at his secretary and said good-bye. As he waited for the elevator doors to open up it became clear to him that it would be impossible to ever understand what generated her mind frame. He hoped for her sake that she was able to unravel all this wreckage.

A little sewer, a whole lot of writing....

Sewer and a book... sounds about right for my first blog post... ever. 
I promise the rest of my posts won’t make you want to dry heave... Follow me here, I’m onto something... 
My first book idea came from two things..1.Conversation with my dad.2.Ancestry. Inspiration number 1:Have you ever had a conversation and thought, ‘How did we go from talking about the weather, to THIS?!’ Don’t lie. We all have. I’ve had those types of conversations with my dad, my whole life. He can strike up a conversation with a barn, fire hydrant, cashier at True Value. <----- That’s actually happened.... Yet I love him for it. Our conversation got the wheels in my head turning... A conversation about sewer...You read that completely correct. Sewer.We were driving when I commented on how bizarrely neat it would be to go back in time.  To see how everything was: their way of life, fashion, hairstyle, phrases... And then my dad said: “Calia, I don’t think that would be fun at all.” Me:”Why?”Dad: “Well, think about it. They probably didn’t have sewer systems back then. So their waste was probably just floating down the street.” (He paints a pretty picture.. doesn’t he?)We moved onto a different topic, but I retained my desire to see different eras in my mind, and simply kept it there. Too late though! The damage was done. After that, I spoke with Joshua, and he encouraged me to write my idea out. I’d tell him all about my concept and he’d add in his suggestions, and support anyway he could. I tossed everything we discussed in my head like a hacky sack. I tried to find the viscous cons over the pros. Cons always win. But my curiosity shoved the negative thoughts out of the drivers seat and took complete control... Inspiration number 2: Ancestry I love that word. No! I take that back. I’m obsessed with it. I realize that 100% solidifies my status as a complete loser. But I wear my loserism like a shiny little badge. My parents would rift through old photos. You know, the ones that are so old they’re yellow and have the distinct smell of moth balls..THOSE old photos. They’d go through them and answer my gazillion questions of: “Who’s that? What’s that persons’ name? What year was this?” I’d then proceed to stare at the picture, soaking in everything in front of me.  As I delved deeper into my family’s history I found out some amazing things. Things I had never known! I also discovered some not so pretty facts and stories. A lot of tragedy. And I thought to myself, “What if I could go back and stop them?”... What if I could tell he/she, “Don’t do this! It’ll bring you so much heartache!” I’d love to have that button now. I’d probably have to go back 5 billion times in my own past......That bright red time-travel button will never be created. However, my imagination can create whatever I want to see. So I took the two thoughts said above, and ran like a maniac.... So, here’s to my journey in discovering my stories, and weaving them the best way I can. Or in Naomi and Alexander’s case...  UNRAVELING them the best way I can!


-Calia 

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