Monday, May 29, 2017

Write What You Know, Part 30


Original Preamble

This is my first draft for NaNoWriMo 2016 novel Write What You Know. It's only a rough draft with very minimal editing and will, more than likely, contain, typos, grammatical errors, plot holes, or conflicting descriptions. It also includes notes to myself and excerpts from the novel the MC is writing that I try to indicate through various formatting that doesn't always translate well with my limited html skills. Furthermore, this particular novel is... there's no delicate way to put this... this novel is fucked up. So, especially in this rough draft crazed sort of NaNoWriMo way of writing, it may be difficult to read or follow.  I'm still posting it here because I want to shed more light on the process of writing to encourage and inspire other writers or readers who are interested. To learn more about this project, or my daily NaNoWriMo postings, please read Day 1-7.


Additional Preamble

NaNoWriMo 2016 ended 6 months ago and I never finished releasing my rough draft, for various reason but chiefly that I was without internet service on my computer for three of those months. I've debated a lot about re-establishing these postings mostly because I don't really think there were readers waiting with baited breath for the rest of this hunk of junk rough ass draft. But then I remembered that the point of me doing this isn't for the number of readers but to inspire and to finish things. The internet is forever right? Even if it means nothing now, some internet archaeologist could dig this up 200 years from and say . . . I don't know something. Or maybe there's that one other person out there right now and this is exactly what they need. Like Feida Kahlo said:
       --I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre...I hope that you are out there and you read this and know that yes it's true I'm here and I'm just as strange as you.-- (Wikiquote)
This is for you, other weirdos.



Write What You Know, Part 30
By Stephanie Thompson,  1, 862 words

Read: Part 1Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29

Her heart was annoyingly fluttery when he handed her her gift.
“Open yours first,” he said.
She wanted to argue but he was so happy and expectent looking at her. She ripped the wrapping paper to a plain cardboard box. Inside that box was a white gift box. Inside that was a dark blue vevlet box.
“Matruska boxes, she said like a pussy. Cracking a joke, afraid of opening the obvious jewlery box. She sat to long just looking at it’s soft outside afraid to open up it’s secrets. Like usually he saw right down to her.
“It’s not going to bite. OPen it.”

Then she does and theres a bracelet in it and it’s beautiful and makes her feel shit but I can’t think of anything to say about it right now. Like I just want to say it was a pretty normal diamond tennis bracelet but that sounds boring and shiny but not heart felt or beautiful. Maybe it doesn’t have to be unique or extraordinary but still bring her to tears because the kind of gifts she usually got was nothing. Or violence. Or a fuck.

“I saw it in the window and I know, I know it’s not like typically you but it was beautiful and still and bright and . . .when I saw it I thought of you.”
She could say nothing to that. Every word she thought to say sound dead and dull in her mind. Brown lumps of clay next to the bracelet. Next to Danny.
“Do you like it?”
She couldn’t even say yes. She couldn’t say a thousand times yes. She just looked at him with tears in her eyes. But he didn’t look disappointed
He smiled. “Let me help you put it on.”
The boxes and wrapping paper fell to the floor. The cold . . . Gold let’s say. . .contrasted with the warmth of her skin where he touched her. (You're a fucking genius aren’t you)
“There,” he said. “It’ll go perfectly with your chains and leather braces.”
SHe laughed, the first sound she’d made since opening the gift. “YOu’re a poet Danny Dracon.” She said inexplicably. She put her hands on his face and kissed him. 


“That’s still better than a police file,” Riley said.
Somehow that made her feel a little better.
“Chris. . . Jennifer I don’t think this is a good idea, you two pairing up. Anything you say to him can be used against, no matter the context. Plus if he does find her, they could even say that you knew where she was all along.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do here,” he said.
“That’s nice detective but as you can see, my client is in shape to catch this woman for you. Now if Helen gets in touch with us or shows up on the door step, you will be the first one we call.”
Detective Riley pulled out his badge and from a pocket pulled a card. “Jennifer, call me if you change you mind.”
“That’s enough, Detective.” Lyndsey was on her feet ushering Riley out. Jennifer was staring at his card.
“Listen, don’t worry about him, let him work his own case. But this is good news for us. Even if the DA or judge won’t listen to reason, having a cop , the lead detective on the Ripper task force no less, would be great coup at trial.”
“I’m going to rest, “ she said. 
“Ok, I had more I wanted to go over with you but I’m going to head back to the office instead. Get some things rolling on this new development and just try to stay calm in the meantime.”
Jennifer took the detectives card upstairs with her.

Cassandra woke up in the afternoon and something was wrong. She didn’t know what it was though. Not at first. Then she saw the bandage.

I’m sorry about this morning. Can you send me one of those assistants you talked about. With a cell phone I still can’t find mine. Also, another carton of smokes, some vodka, and I don’t know some sandwiches from Mickey, I don’t care what flavor. 

I understand, you’re under a lot of stress right now. I’ll send Kylie over.

She only wanted the cell phone but she didn’t want Stella to know that. She had plenty of cigarettes, she didn’t want alcohol, and she figured if she asked for some sandwiches she could get the phone with some urgency.
She needed to call Detective Riley right away. She had an idea of how they could track down Cassandra. (Really, that’s amazing because I don’t)

Riley was in semi high spirits until he got into the office. HE had a feeling Jennifer would help her behind her Laura’s back and for the first time since he’d been put on the case he felt like he was on real solid footing now. Then he got in to the precinct just when the call came in. There was another Ripper body found.

The truth was she hadn’t kept the bracelet. She did need the money. It cost a lot to start over. More than she expected. More than she made on two part time jobs between college classes. So she pawned the bracelet. She had no choice.

Hold on. IT’s like I want to things two happen. Like I want her to have pawned it and I want her to give it to Cassandra. If she gave it to her then she could leave it this last crime scene to further implicate Jen. But she hadn’t intended to leave evidence the first time. In fact, she doesn’t want that bitch to get causght by the cops. She want’s her to be investigated but she mostly wants the pressure to break her and then murder her at the end. Then again the pressure would build up pretty intensely if they found that bracelet. She had to have some plan for the cops to go towards Christie if she wanted her to break down so bracelet it is. Ok. So how does she get.

IT can’t be the original. Christie has to pawn that. She has to. So Helen cant have it because Helen was in hospital jail until three years ago and three years ago Christie was already a succesful author. So Christie has to buy a replacement one and then give THAT to Cassandra the same day as the phone. Well put together like that sounds like too much of a coincidence. Too uch evidence in Helen’s hands that she couldn’t count on. Then again she isn’t really counting on things she being guided sort or feels guided. So maybe she doesn’t have an ultimate plan until she has these pieces. Ok so Christie gives her the phone and the replacement bracelet with her DNA all over it. So go back to that scene and add that. Congrats for figuring that out.

It was either live on the streets and have no food or pawn the bracelet. But when she got her first advanced from ‘NRaged, she bought a replacement. BEcause despite the fact that it was given to her buy a person who tried to kill her, despite that she couldn’t say she still loved and her and figured she would never see her again, she couldn’t not have a reminder. Something besides fallible memories and Nikki VAmpyro to remember the love of her life with. She need the bracelet and barring that she need one similar.
SO that not so serendipitous meeting on the streets of New York when she gave Cassandra the bracelet. It wasn’t the real one. It was a platinum replacement at about five times the cost. She thought that once she’d pawned the symbol of their love, maybe Cassandra could do the same since she needed it. IT’s what she did instead of saying good bye.

“What do you think, Riley? We pick up the crazy again?”
“It wasn’t her.”
“What do you mean, you don’t think this is the ripper?”
“No, It’s not . . . The Ripper isn’t her, it’s someone else.”
“YOu mean her so called friend with her phone?”
“Yes. That’s exactly who I’m talking about.” 
“YOu can’t be serious.”
“She’s a real person, she exists and get this, she’s got two attempted murder charges already and is wanted to escaping the custody of the mental institution where they locked her up.”
Gimlet had no response which made a nice change for Riley.
“Who thought called this one in?”
“Um . . An anonymous tip.”
“Who labeled this a ripper case? I mean it doesn’t have any of the hallmarks. It’s not a stabbing, there’s no slashing or mutilation. How do we know that somebody just didn’t like their coffee?”
“The tip said she saw the woman from the papers back here.”
There wasn’t a doubt in his mind who that tip was.
“Where did this helpful tipper call from?”
“Well, it’s anonymous.”
“Sure.”
“Boss, you sure it’s not this Transcom woman?”
“Gimlet, I was outside her place all night, nobody came in, nobody went out.”
Some other detective (I know there’s two of these fuckers but I can’t remember the other dumb asses name) comes up with a bag of glitter it looked like.
“This was found near by.”
“What is it?”
“Looks like a bracelet. Techs say they might get the wearers DNa from it. Look like the clasp broke and got stepped on in the struggle.”
“Okay, well, it can’t hurt but I have a pretty good idea of who’s it is.”
“Let’s wrap this up and head back to the task force room. We’ll, get our ducks in a row and start chasing in the direction of this anonymous caller.”


When Kylie showed up she did want the sandwiches, and cigarettes and vodka just as much as the cell phone. She took it all from her arms then shut the door in her face. She had no time or mental capacity to stand for even impolite small talk.
She went back to the kitchen where the closest she could get to following the no smoking rule was to smoke in there with the patio door open. She’d lose her deposit but she didn’t care. Breaking news said there was another murder, she didn’t have time to care about deposits or sit outside.
She scrolled through manuscripts on her desktop. 

(Have you noticed that Nikki has disappeared completely from this novel I don’t know how to make her relevant any more. I think Nikki is a figment of her imagination. USed to be a delusion but was cured of that or medicated enough that she was just imagining it like an old crutch. Plus she can’t let her go because of the novels. But I don’t know I just don’t know how to shove her in here atm)

Skimming plot points and characters. She was refreshing her memory to help track down Cassandra before it was too late. 

She mixed the vodka with the white win. She lit another cigarette and she ripped open her cell phone packaging. In between all that she took bites of the London broil sandwich and kept scrolling  through her own words.


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