Last week I gave myself a pep talk about how I was going to keep on working on all those projects I abandon out of fear so today I’m going to stick to it. I want to continue to work on Jane’s second story seeing where the writing takes me and what happens.
I think what’s great about this is, unlike Jane’s first story, this work in progress is completely unedited. It’s all a rough first draft. I’m excited to have a documented journey of my work from beginning to end, seeing how it changes and shapes up.
So to keep things cohesive for me, I think I’m going to copy and paste what I already have making what I have already worked on and not changed appear in bold.
Last but not least, before I get to the good stuff, if you haven’t read Jane’s first story; Tales of a Chronic Crocheter, you can find it here, here, and here.
Jane Woodsley jolts up in her bed in a cold sweat trying to get away from the dream she just shook herself from. You’re okay, she told herself, it was just a dream. You haven’t seen him in a few months and never will again. Jane got up from her bed and made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water to help her calm down. Though the water helps, Jane still cannot quite get control of her breathing and looks at the clock, its 2:17 a.m. Far too late to call Amanda so she can help calm Jane down. If Jane could call her, Amanda’d tell her the same thing Amanda was always telling her lately; that it’s been months since her bad date with Richard, she needs to get over it and move on. Jane can’t let it haunt her so much. Amanda was right, she should be over it by now but the date keeps haunting her every few nights and in her dreams Jane finds herself on another date with Richard but this time unable to escape him.
Jane makes her way into the living room in search of her afghan that she’s been working on. She finds her work on the end of the couch, right where she left it. Jane curls up on the couch and starts crocheting, focusing on every stitch she makes, hoping it will calm her down. As she is nearing the gray stripe of what will be her blue and gray chevron afghan Jane lets her mind wonder and soon finds herself day dreaming about dating again. Jane had sworn off dating but after pretty much being holed up in her apartment for the last four months she misses the idea of enjoying dinner and the company of a man. Soon Jane falls asleep on the couch, her day dreams turning into dreams. She finds herself in a nice restaurant downtown sitting across from a gorgeous man with chocolate brown hair and deep blue eyes. The date seems to be going well so far, Jane can’t take her eyes off her date and her date won’t stop looking at Jane either. The conversation is flowing easily, talking about hobbies and interests outside of work. “Jane, tell me, what do you usually do with your time outside of work,” asks Jane’s date.
“Oh, well I really enjoy making crafts,” Jane says shyly.
“Really? What kind of crafts? Do you have any pictures of anything you’ve made?”
“I do a lot of crocheting. Blankets, pillows, scarves, hats, sweaters, that sort of thing. I have some pictures on my phone if you really want to see them.”
“Crocheting? Is that the one with the two hooks and you use yarn right? That’s really cool, Jane. I would love to see some of your work.”
“Okay.” Jane pulls her phone out and looks for photos. “Crocheting is the one needle, really a hook, technique. Knitting is where you use two needles. But both do use yarn, so you were close,” Jane gives her date a big smile and hands him her phone.
Jane’s date returns the smile and says, “Oh dang. Sorry. I guess I don’t know very much about it. Wow, Jane. These are amazing. You made these? Seriously? Wow, this is so good.”
Jane blushes and looks away from her date. “Thanks. I really appreciate that. I’ve been crocheting ever since I was a teenager. But what about you? What are your hobbies?”
“Well I enjoy volunteering in my free time. Helping out at animal shelters, helping the homeless shelters, after school programs, that sort of things. But when I’m not doing that I really enjoy reading.”
“That’s really selfless of you. How long have you been volunteering? And reading? What’s your favorite genre,” asks Jane.
Someone approaches their table, Jane’s date doesn’t seem to notice and keeps talking. Jane shifts her attention to who she assumes is the waiter but when Jane looks up she realizes it isn’t the waiter, it’s Richard. Jane freezes, not knowing what to do. “Hello Jane. Let’s continue our date elsewhere. It’s rude to leave someone in the middle of a date, you know,” says Richard as he grabs Jane’s wrist and pulls.
“Hey, stop that! I’m not going anywhere with you. And it’s rude to leave in the middle of a date? What about my date? Right now,” Jane yells. Jane hopes her outburst will get the attention of her date and the restaurant but no one notices. Jane’s date is continuing his conversation as if Jane is still right in front of him.
“Come on, Jane. It’s time to go,” Richard growls while pulling Jane out of her chair.
Jane falls out of her chair and starts screaming. Someone has to hear her. Someone has to help stop this guy from literally dragging her out of the restaurant. Again, no one notices. Richard drags Jane through the restaurant and as they reach the door, Jane is able to grab on to the door frame with all her might, she still screaming.
“Jane, honestly, enough is enough. You’re going to behave and you’re going to come with me. It’s time to stop fighting this,” Richard says, like this isn’t out of the ordinary for him.
“No! I’m not going. Let me go,” Jane screams.
Richard gives a hard yank on Jane’s free arm and she loses her grip.
Jane jumps awake drenched in sweat. Jane looks around and is confused about where she is. Her breathing is very heavy and ragged as she frantically looks around. It takes her a few moments to realize she’s on her couch in her living room. Jane checks her watch and sees that it’s 7:09 a.m. She jumps off the couch and rushes into her bedroom. “Crap. I’m going to be late!”
Well there you have it. More of Jane! YAY!
I’m quite happy with how this is shaping out so far. I think I might end up moving the dream to the beginning to kind of revisit things and open the story a little better. I want to remind everyone about how much of an asshole and scary guy Richard really is while also making it clear that Jane’s fear of him is real.
I can’t wait to see what Jane does next 🙂
Stay classy and sassy!