Tentative cover for GotR

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As many of you know, I’m currently working on a rough draft re-write for GotR. This process requires re-writing the entire book in 1st person past tense and reworking a bunch of story elements, not to mention fixing up the whole thing so it isn’t made of prompts and “what do you do’s”

Anyway, if you want to follow along, I’ll be posting it as I get it done. If you see glaring mistakes (there will be some) or you hate something I changed (like names, oh how you’ll hate me for the name changes) just comment on any post and tell me about it. I’d love to fix what I can.

You can find it here and in the links sidebar.

Okay I’m really sorry about that, but it is a problem. I’m in the process of re-writing the raw version to a rough novel version. Part of that involves changing the point of view from second person to first person, and the other is POSSIBLY changing the tense from present to past. HOWEVER I’m not sure if I want to change the tense because I like how present tense reads, but I think it would be less professional to write it in present tense.

Here’s a sample from chapter 3 in present tense.

I wake with a jolt. It’s dark and someone has their hands on my arms.

“Ward WARD! Are you awake? God damn.”

The pressure from the hands lessen and my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

“What …’s going on?” I mumble.

“You were flipping the fuck out that’s what’s going on.” I place the voice. It’s Specforces.

“What?” I repeat, still not understanding.

“I said you were going nuts. I was asleep in the other room and you just started screaming. I came in to see what was wrong and you were thrashing around like you were having a seizure.”

I see Spec is half-naked, and holding an uzi. He has a concerned look on his face and a trace of fear in his eyes. He has some sweat on his forehead.

“How long was I freaking out for?” I ask.

“Well you weren’t screaming the whole time but I’ve been in here trying to wake you up for at least 3 or 4 minutes. You scared the shit out of me.”

“What time is it?”

‘I dunno, like 2:30.”

I sit up. It’s pitch black outside but I’m fully awake.

“I don’t know if I can get back to sleep.” I say. “Is there anything to do besides watch TV?”

“Yeah I should fucking hope you’re not planning on going back to sleep. And yeah, we’ve got a training room in the basement. Don’t walk around too much on that leg, but you can work out or something on the machines we have. Jewp and Squeek sleep upstairs so you won’t bother them.” Spec stands up and walks down the hall. “If you do decide to go back to sleep, do me a favor and gag yourself so you don’t do loud exorcist shit anymore.”

“Good night? Sorry!” I say, apologetically.

I sit up fully on the couch and try to remember what I was dreaming about. Bats? Something about a struggle and underwater soldiers. None of it makes sense anymore. I get up and see a crutch next to the couch. I take it and hobble over to the basement stairs. I sit down and slowly make my way down the stairs by sliding down each one.

Once in the basement, I see what an underground resistance’s training room looks like. There are more machines than I have muscles, most of which I can’t even figure out how one would get into. Some of them look like technology that I either don’t know or that I can’t remember. I decide to stay away from those and stick to a bench-press machine.

Over the course of the next few hours, I make my way through a string of various arm and upper-body strength machines, and realize just how out-of-shape I am. I wonder just how long it was since I last worked out. I’m just finishing up my last set of curl-ups when I hear someone coming down the stairs. Jewpin emerges in the most comfortable pink bathrobe I’ve ever seen.

“I heard about your ‘incident,’ are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, I think so. The same thing happened to me when I was at Grant’s house. I broke some stuff or something in my sleep.”

“We should check that out. You’ll never pass the mental health trials if you’ve got some of your old memories colliding with your new ones. In the meantime, do you want some breakfast?”

“Yeah sure.” I hop over to my crutch.

“Oh hey I found the other one. It was in my closet, let me run and get that for you.” Jewpin heads back up the stairs.

I realize my leg hasn’t really hurt all night. While I haven’t really been putting any weight on it, I have been moving around a lot. I really hope my leg isn’t broken.

“Here it is.” Jewpin says as he comes down the stairs, holding out a crutch matching the one under my arm.

“Thanks, how do you go up stairs?” I realize my center of gravity falls backwards when I try and move upwards.

“You put your good leg up, then pull the rest of your body and crutches up to that step, yeah like that.”

Simple enough.

——————–And then the past tense————————-