The Writer

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Book: The Writer Read Free
Author: Kim Dallmeier
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Paranormal
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asked.
“You’re making that Face again…”
    “What face?”
    “The face you make each
time you’re freaked-out.”
    “Sorry about
that.”
    “Just breathe in. Keep it…
Breathe out.”
    I wish I could tell you
that it annoyed me when she babysat my breathing like that.
However, in reality, it did not. She actually amused me. I usually
would not do what she said, but watching her close her eyes and
start her Yoga poses, always made me laugh; it usually did the
trick she intended, it calmed me.
    “Which part is freaking
you out anyway?”
    “It’s hard to pick just
one, really.”
    We laughed.
    “So where do you want to
go exactly anyway? France? Italy?”

Chapter 7
    I had not known Joy for a
year yet, and here I was flying across the world to New Zealand by
her side. She had forced me to bring a notebook into the plane to
jot down my ‘feelings’ and ‘emotions’. She felt that all
experiences had their creative worth.

    “You never know when
something might be useful to you.” She said, sitting next to me,
drawing in a little black leather book.
    “What do you
mean?”
    “When you write a story,
it’s like being an actor; you have to look into yourself to find
the right emotions to deliver realness to your game, your story. If
people can’t identify to what you’re saying, what’s the point?
People have to believe your storytelling… get captivated by it.
They need to immerse themselves in what you’re delivering, lose
themselves in it. Art is all about escapetism…”
    “I’m sure that’s not a
word: Escapatism” I said.
    “So, why are you
correcting me then? Is that all you got out of what I just said to
you? If you got the point, why are you getting stuck on the
punctuation?”
    “You lost me…”
    She exhaled loudly and
rolled her eyes at me. “The shape of the message doesn’t matter,
it’s the content that does.”
    It was my turn to breathe
in and out, lie back, and ponder on what I had just learned. Of
course, I knew all this, but it sounded different coming from her.
She was right. Sometimes, there was no point in picking at things,
finding the exact right word. I had wasted a lot time worrying over
things that seemed rather insignificant when listening to
Joy.
    I smiled.
    She smiled back, and then
rested her head on my shoulder. She drew out a camera from her bag
and snapped a shot.
    “For Posterity,” she
said.

Chapter 8
    Looking out of the window,
with the lights stretched out before us, I was overwhelmed with
anticipation. At first, I had put up a fight about the whole idea,
as I usually did about everything. My first reaction was rarely a
positive one. I know it sounds stupid, but I could never really let
go of my numerous reserves about any ideas coming from Joy. She was
simply too disorganized to really allow me to feel secure in trying
new things.
    Half the idea, in trying
new things, was to go with the flow. I got that, but it did not
mean I had to like it.
    So, yes, I tried to always
start everything with: No. That way, it was sure to slow down any
scary plans that popped into her head. At first, she would put up a
fight, argue with me, trying to convince me to see her way.
Obviously, that never worked. I enjoyed my well-planned,
well-structured, well-organized way of life. It did not need
improving, it was just perfect the way it was; that is what I liked
to tell myself anyway.
    These days, it seemed I
had overused the word “No,” as she did not acknowledge it anymore.
It appeared to me that she no longer heard me, or my reservations,
because they no longer held any weight. Hence, the reason I was
sitting on a plane right now, instead of working throughout summer
to pay next year’s tuition. It was not the smartest plan, but I
would worry about that later.
    “Breathe,” I heard Joy say
through my hyperventilation. “Chill out, Ben…”
    This time, I really needed
to take a deep breath. I had sub-rented my apartment for the time
being, so I did not need to

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