Post by cara june bainbridge on Dec 30, 2018 23:11:16 GMT -7
Cara had given herself a deadline of Christmas (or more realistically, the start of 2025), to have a good chunk of her novel written up and ready to be analyzed by Peyton. There had been dozens of letters back and forth confirming the date. And she had failed miserably. Parts had been written, there was no denying that Cara had worked on her book. But it wasn’t even close to being a readable piece of work yet. There were sizeable areas missing and plotlines barely touched on yet. Her well of information she had been drawing on had dried up in the last two months, since her correspondences with her younger sister started to decrease. The part that had kicked her when she was already down was the fact that Kinsey wasn’t going to be coming home for Christmas, apparently deciding that spending it at Hogwarts would be infinitely more interesting than spending it with her family. Those were Cara’s projected thoughts, not Kinsey’s. She had no idea what her sister’s real reasoning was, just that she was going to be staying at school. The house was going to feel empty this year now that Kinsey was gone too. Diana had disappeared again after Cara’s brief encounter with her almost two months earlier, and Dustin wasn’t able to make it back in time either. So it was mum, dad, the triplets, and Cara. Wonderful.
She was in a mood today too. Writing that morning had produced zero useable work, just like the day before, and the entirety of the month before that. Slow and steady was not going to win the race and her parents were starting to put the pressure on her to get a job outside of writing. If they were hinting at that, then it must have looked bad. She couldn’t tell because her nose was inches away from her ‘book’ every waking moment, only taking breaks to eat and sleep. And barely sleep at that. Calling it a writer’s block would confirm that she was having problems with it, but as the deadline creeped closer, so was she to calling it exactly that. She had even spent the time to draw up a résumé in case she needed it in a few weeks.
Taking a small break to rest her hands from writing, Cara had thrown herself on the large couch in the family room, her face stuffed into the corner of it, back turned to whatever else was going on in the house. She didn’t even know who was around right now. Her parents had mentioned taking the triplets Christmas shopping (wasn’t that late? Christmas was in two days), but she could still hear someone shuffling around the house. As long as whoever it was left her in peace while she rested, then she could maybe get some real work done later on. Maybe…