JAPartridge

Another little gift for those readers who keep asking what happened to Cathrine...
          	
          	"Cathrine let out her pent up breath. Aside from the sound of her panting, the small closed space of the crash pod was dead silent. _Ah! The crash pod has sealed..._ Her thoughts formed slowly in the gray mental fog. That meant... something, something important...
          	
          	A stinging sensation grew on the right side of her head and something wet trickled down the scalp over her right ear. She reached up, joggling something large and round in her lap. Her fingers came away from her head damp and slightly sticky.
          	
          	Small squares of dim light appeared in a scattered arc before her like a well-ordered constellation. A small fan clicked on and Cathrine took a deep breath. "That's right," she blinked at the scattered lights of her control panels, "I'm in a crash pod. I was in the High Victory's Command and Control room."
          	
          	Slumped against the right side of the pod, she sat up and the weight shifted in her lap again. She looked down. Appearing almost gray in the dim light, her fingers had left two streaks of blood smeared across the white plastic of her crash helmet. She turned it. A quarter of it had been sheared off in a smooth straight line running in an upward arc from the bottom front left corner, over the top, then plunging down to the bottom right back side where the base of her skull would be if she were wearing it. "

Matt_Fantasy

Sorry I didn't see the replies in this message board. You gotta @ my name next time! 
          	  
          	  Either way, that was a solid description of the various types of writers! I unfortunately fall under the "reader who hates reading so they write to read what they like", and you are correct, I am terrible at outlining! I don't think it's that black and white, though lol. I do enjoy writing for writing sake! It's just fun to do, and to seek pride in, as a life goal. It's art.
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JAPartridge

Hey, wow! someone is reading my old posts! Thank you. XD
          	  
          	  I agree entirely with your statement. Like personality types, we're all a little bit of everything, and none of it is "wrong", but it helps to examine your motivations for doing whatever you're doing before sinking a lot of time (and money or whatever) into it. Doing so can lead to less disappointment and a greater chance of getting what you _really_ wanted out of it.
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AbbyBabble

I think I’m both a “true writer” and a “frustrated reader” type. 
          	  
          	  I think the vast majority of writers are the other two types you mentioned.
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JAPartridge

Another little gift for those readers who keep asking what happened to Cathrine...
          
          "Cathrine let out her pent up breath. Aside from the sound of her panting, the small closed space of the crash pod was dead silent. _Ah! The crash pod has sealed..._ Her thoughts formed slowly in the gray mental fog. That meant... something, something important...
          
          A stinging sensation grew on the right side of her head and something wet trickled down the scalp over her right ear. She reached up, joggling something large and round in her lap. Her fingers came away from her head damp and slightly sticky.
          
          Small squares of dim light appeared in a scattered arc before her like a well-ordered constellation. A small fan clicked on and Cathrine took a deep breath. "That's right," she blinked at the scattered lights of her control panels, "I'm in a crash pod. I was in the High Victory's Command and Control room."
          
          Slumped against the right side of the pod, she sat up and the weight shifted in her lap again. She looked down. Appearing almost gray in the dim light, her fingers had left two streaks of blood smeared across the white plastic of her crash helmet. She turned it. A quarter of it had been sheared off in a smooth straight line running in an upward arc from the bottom front left corner, over the top, then plunging down to the bottom right back side where the base of her skull would be if she were wearing it. "

Matt_Fantasy

Sorry I didn't see the replies in this message board. You gotta @ my name next time! 
            
            Either way, that was a solid description of the various types of writers! I unfortunately fall under the "reader who hates reading so they write to read what they like", and you are correct, I am terrible at outlining! I don't think it's that black and white, though lol. I do enjoy writing for writing sake! It's just fun to do, and to seek pride in, as a life goal. It's art.
• Contestar

JAPartridge

Hey, wow! someone is reading my old posts! Thank you. XD
            
            I agree entirely with your statement. Like personality types, we're all a little bit of everything, and none of it is "wrong", but it helps to examine your motivations for doing whatever you're doing before sinking a lot of time (and money or whatever) into it. Doing so can lead to less disappointment and a greater chance of getting what you _really_ wanted out of it.
• Contestar

AbbyBabble

I think I’m both a “true writer” and a “frustrated reader” type. 
            
            I think the vast majority of writers are the other two types you mentioned.
• Contestar

JAPartridge

A little something for my patient readers of The Ascent...
          
          "The impact was so sudden and severe that Cathrine's brain couldn't process it. She had been watching the lights on her tactical displays darting about frantically while talking to someone on the coms when the side of her crash pod slammed into her. A loud crash--as if someone had slammed a giant steel door shut--shook the entire ship. 
          
          The slap of sound didn't fade. A deep rumble continued to shudder through her ship, the High Victory, growing steadily louder. The lights in the room blinked and died. The darkness only magnified the moan of the rushing wind which rose into an angry shriek as it pulled at her. Within the covering darkness, Cathrine felt the presence of death or some other horrible approaching presence. She closed her eyes uselessly. 
          
          With a scream of tortured metal, the ship lurked. The wind roared, pulling at her as if trying to suck her soul out through her face. Something swished over her head and the howling chaos cut off with a soft thunk. A deafening silence, as absolute as the darkness, followed."

JAPartridge

If you've never experienced it before, true overwhelming joy can feel like pain. In this final chapter of Kabedon: Part 2 of A Tanabata Story, Miko frightens her parents with her joy, finds a new purpose for her life, and vows to never let herself be deceived again.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/615736445-kabedon-part-2-of-a-tanabata-story-chapter-14
          
          This is the end of Kabedon: Part 2 of A Tanabata Story. I've really enjoyed delving into Miko's side of the story and why she was the way she was in the 1st draft. (Though she may have come out a little more yandere in this one than I had planned.) For those precious few who have read it, I hope some of her actions in the first draft now make a little more sense.
          
          Taken together, Kokuhaku and Kabedon are really just Act 1 of Jack and Miko's story. Act 2 will be about the opposition they will have to face and the price they will have to pay if they choose to stay together. This revised and expanded version will also include more of the impact of their relationship on the people around them.
          
          Please stand by as I prepare Part 3 of A Tanabata Story... now, I just have to come up with a title for it!

JAPartridge

The larger the landslide, the longer it _seems_ to take for the great mass of stone to break free of the cliff and begin its downward plunge. And yet, in only seconds, it becomes an unstoppable force and crushes everything in its path.
          
          In Chapter 13 of Kabedon: Part2 of A Tanabata Story, Jack and Miko have barely begun to suspect the impact of Jack's public confession even as the shockwave ripples through the entire school. It's too late to hide it now.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/611953066-kabedon-part-2-of-a-tanabata-story-chapter-13

JAPartridge

The climatic event has arrived. 
          
          In that still moment between the flash of light and the earth-shaking boom, the pieces of the world hang suspended. The unimaginable has happened and no one can guess where they will fall and what it will mean for everyone's future.
          
          In Chapter 12 of Kabedon: Part 2 of A Tanabata Story...
          
          Jack and Miko shock the entire school and, perhaps, shock themselves most of all.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/608583487-kabedon-part-2-of-a-tanabata-story-chapter-12
          
          Only two more chapters left where the pieces only start to fall.
          
          I hope you've been enjoying this re-write and expansion of the original story. I'd really love it--assuming any of my female readers are still left--if you could share your thoughts on this revelation of Miko's side of the story. 
          
          I felt Miko got shortchanged in the first draft, so I added an entire novella just to ensure her story was heard. There have been a number of changes here and there and I'm hoping I haven't gone too far with any of it. But mostly--not having ever been a teenage girl--I'm concerned that her story feels real. I know she's a special case, but hopefully, she's consistent, relatable, and understandable.
          
          As always, thank you for your support!

JAPartridge

Slowly, as if gathering the courage to face him, Miko looked up. 
          
          Looking into her eyes—so near and so enormous—Jack felt as if her soul sat unmasked next to him. In them, he could see into every corner of her heart, every dream too precious to share, every hope too fragile to be voiced, every little thing that made her Miko… She would hold nothing back, offering it all to him through those shining eyes. Jack could see it all… if only he had the language to read it.
          
          Where could he find that language? How could he learn it? In that moment he would have traded his entire lifetime to discover it.

JAPartridge

No plan survives first contact with the enemy--especially if the enemy is a cute boy and your best friend--the person you're trying to protect--has never even spoken to one before.
          
          In Chapter 11 of Kabedon: Part 2 of A Tanabata Story, the momentous meeting occurs between the school's idol and the barely tolerated outsider.
          
          Against her better judgment, Junko goads Miko into facing her fears and speaking to Jack herself... but then he appears to do the unthinkable.
          
          Available now at:
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/604958920-kabedon-part-2-of-a-tanabata-story-chapter-11
          
          Thank you for supporting this story. It is very special to me which makes you very special to me. Please read, vote, share and above all, comment and tell me what you think of the new uncut version.

JAPartridge

Junko holds out as long as she can, but there is no dissuading Miko once she has set her mind to something. Deciding to just get it over with so she can go back to life as normal, she endures the most humiliating situation she has faced in a long time, only to have Jack respond in an unexpected way. 
          
          Perhaps he's not the simple-minded, ill-mannered foreigner she had thought him to be. Whatever he is, it looks like she's going to be stuck with him in her life now.
          
          Chapter 10 of Kabedon: Part 2 of A Tanabata Story is available now.
          https://www.wattpad.com/598432946-kabedon-part-2-of-a-tanabata-story-chapter-10