Jenn Nixon

I re-wrote my prologue, cut it down from five or six pages to a page and a bit. *sigh* I kept it simple but utilized the majority of the plot points I want/need to make the story work. Normally I love surprises in books, movies, tv shows…etc, but this one plot piece I don’t want to be a surprise because people will just roll their eyes and groan like it was some stupid idea just thrown in to make the story more interesting. I don’t want that to happen, so I kept it in. I hope it works. *shrug*

I have to right another prologue for the beginning of book two. “Shadowy figures plotting” that’s the premise I have to work with. Bleh. How do you make THAT work without it going to cheese?

I had this whole long post ready to go last night, but I didn’t submit it. I’ll just post part of it and keep the other part to myself for now. I’m sure everyone’s tired of political rants.

I’m the first-born, big sister and for a time was the only girl. (I’m still the only girl for my mom.) My father calls me kiddo. My mother calls me baby girl. Family calls me Jennifer. Most of my friends call me Jenn. I have a friend that calls me kiddo despite the fact that I’m three years older than him. An old client/friend of mine calls me cookie. Some online people call me Jenna, which is cool, but it’s not really me. One of my best friends calls me Jenn-E-Jenn. NOT to be mistaken for Jenny. No one calls me Jenny. Mostly because I had a friend named Jenny when I was younger. I was Jen back then she was Jenny. It was just easier that way. I never saw myself as a Jenny and I’ve only let two people my whole life call me that in the past. I have an online friend who calls me 867-5309. (>.