10,273 Words... I Think Something Might Happen Sometime Next Week

I am actually quite taken with how nothing is happening in my book right now, there's plenty of time for that! I do feel as though I am building up to something happening... the breakup that I thought I would be writing about on Friday has yet to happen, but it's coming. Soon Alice will be leaving Toronto and heading to Black Wood, Ontario.
Last night I watched the Woman in Black, starring Harry Potter. It was a very creepy movie, I highly recommend it. It was great inspiration. I had already planned on writing in a creepy rocking chair, but my resolve to do this was strengthened by this film.
Here is a brief excerpt... hope you enjoy!

Academia had been good for Alice… it allowed a lot of opportunity for travel, and academics were a group of transients, not unlike gypsies (some of the things they had in common were that people generally mistrusted them, and at various times throughout history, people wanted to kill them). This provided Alice with a sense of community, a feeling that she was among others like her, that is to say, social misfits with vast yet completely useless knowledge on a topic so narrow as to render normal human conversation difficult, if not impossible. But as time went on, she realized that she felt very disconnected from her work, which seemed to her utterly meaningless. The breaking point had been a misguided venture into mommy blogging, where she had erroneously believed that she could rouse mommy bloggers from their narcissistic slumber and mobilize them against the injustices affecting their own and their children’s futures. Her complete and total failure had opened her eyes, and she had left academia, with no idea of how she was going to earn a living. Freelance writing had at first seemed a dream come true, so well suited was it to her lifestyle. But she earned one job, then another, and then another. She had never looked back.

Throughout her thirties, Alice had gradually come to accept that perhaps her wanderlust was as much a part of her as her hazel eyes. She stopped fighting it, and as a result, caused less damage to herself and to those around her. It was sort of like that scene in the first Harry Potter film, where Hermione directs Ron and Harry not to fight the Devil’s Snare. Hermione quite rightly pointed out that the more they struggled, the more they would become tangled in the deadly magical plant intent on killing them. Alice adopted a similar acquiescence (following Harry’s lead in the pivotal scene, not Ron’s), and gave in to her pathological need to stay on the move. When she needed to move on, she moved on… she stopped trying to hold onto things. A sort of acceptance that this was what her life was going to be like settled over her. That is, until Jake.