[i]And the dancing light atop the rooftops stared down at me, a godly angel watching me as I went about my work, guided by his almighty hand. The shattering of glass beneath my feet, the whisper in the wind driving me onwards. God is with me, and my rivals know it, they fear me. Their fears are their downfall, their fears are my strength.

"Come closer gentlemen," I said, my words twisting through the air on the currents of god's wrath. "Come closer so that I may introduce you to my lord."[/i]

God this was schlock, it was the schlockiest schlock that ever schlocked. Aurora pushed her laptop closed and sat up on the chair that she was using, watching the waves roll in on the beach. She was so frustrated and fed up with not being able to write a good scene to save her life. She was tempted to just give up on this specific character, religious fundamentalism in a revenge plot didn't really fit with the rest of the story now that she thought about it.

Eugh but without him she'd need to scrap like a whole chapter's worth of content. Was it worth doing that?

Yes, yes it absolutely was worth doing that.

That's enough stressing for today. She tucked her laptop into a bag and slid off of the chair into her sandals. Time to change back into her clothes. She had wisely chosen out a one-piece bathing suit, keeping her modesty well alive. She looked at the others on the beach, playing beach volleyball, basking in the sun, wasting their time away. She sneered and wrapped herself in her towel. She wasn't about this wasting time stuff. It was write, recover, then write some more for her. She couldn't enjoy her time unless she was being productive.

She started to make her way back to the hotel, giving one last look into the distance and then stopping in her tracks. There was something about the sky, something beautiful about it, something pure. She couldn't forget about this. She pulled a notebook from her pocket and wrote down in as descriptive language she could what the sun looked like, how it reflected off the water below. As soon as she finished, she could close her eyes and see it just the same as if they were open. It was perfect, just perfect. She'd have to use that mental image for her book. Yes, it would be excellent.