Unplanned Destination....PG-13 umm-hi..bet you all been wondering where I was -or maybe I've been away so long you forgot me.
With all thats been going on for me these past many months I've had lots of ideas but not much moutivation to sit down and write it...so...to try to get back to it I'm going to try a bit of a different approch to writting then I have in the past. I may post things in smaller bits and they may not end up as polished when I post them because instead of agnoising over it I will try to keep myself moving on the story. I have also not thought it all trough as much as Ignorance Is Bliss..where I had beginning, middle and 2 possible endings though up pretty much when I started to post the first couple chapters.
In the last couple of days some of the floating ideas came together and I decided to write the first bit of this today and post it right away. I've missed this place and hope some of my old fans might still be around .
Sorry if that was a long into.
Orlando and Vigo will be in this story and there will some drug use and probably a few mature situations.
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Unplanned Destination
CH. 1 (part one)
Margret shut the door, leaned her back against it and sighed with relief. The movers were finally gone. It had taken 6 hours to move 6 miles but it might as well have been around the world she felt that exhausted. She had been up at 6:00am to get the last things packed and ready for the move. All she wanted to do now was sit down and order a pizza; she had only managed a granola bar for lunch. She looked around at the hopelessly huge piles of boxes and bags and realized every seat was covered with something. Shoving her jacket, backpack and purse off the computer chair she sat down heavily. How would she ever get it all sorted out and organized?
She picked up the phone to call Nemo’s pizza- at least she was close enough to still get her favorite comfort food. There was no dial tone. She hung the phone up and picked it up again; Still no tone. She really didn’t need this right now. The phone was supposed to be working by today she thought. She dug her cell out of her bag. That was dead too, no reception, For Christ Sake. It was bad enough that she had ended up moving to an apartment in a converted office space next to Jake’s Auto Salvage (i.e.- a polite term for a junk yard) and now she could not even order dinner or call her friends. After 10 years of marriage this was not where she had planned to end up.
It's SO good to see you writing again, my dear! I've just had a chance to read this and already I can tell it's going to be a semi-autobiographical. I always say that real life is the best inspiration!
Can't wait to see how Viggo and Orlando work their way into this. Look forward to reading more soon!
thanks to 3sacharm for siggi
