The author Nora Roberts was on TV yesterday talking about how difficult writing is for her. If it’s difficult for her (with all of her bestsellers, money, and awards) imagine what it’s like for people who are unsure of their writing… who stare at the computer screen some days and just cannot get it together. That pretty much describes me. I have been looking at this chapter for months (and months) now and cannot get pass the block that it always causes.
And I know what’s causing it. It’s one of those little secondary plot lines which takes you away from the main story and gives you a glimpse of what’s going on elsewhere. I can’t seem to move past this chapter because I can’t resolve it all in my mind. Plain and simple it is the Jenusia character; Something is off… just not enough character development has been devoted to her. So, to push past it, I am going to dump her little side story here as chapter 12 (well, half of it) so I can just get on with it already.
Anyway… where we left off in Chapter 11…
The gardens at the opposite end of the complex were slightly more colorful and showy than the gardens adjacent. Clearly her guide’s tastes leaned towards the vibrant. She could just make out a male figure bending at the waist in order to smell a flower blossom. But when he righted himself there was something very familiar about his carriage: the finely chiseled jaw, the noble slant of the brow, and the delicate curve of his ear all marked him out as someone she knew well–very well– and had thought dead.
She stopped on the dirt path and released a strangled cry. The figure stood tall, turned and fully revealed himself to her when he stepped through the plantations. However, before he could bow in greeting, Uhura had taken off in a run, barreling towards him, her arms open wide to receive him, all the while sobbing loudly at the same time.
Her body slammed into his and her arms had him around the neck so tightly that he was at a lost on how to breathe.
“Selkek,” she cried.