The Crooked Knife

by Browneyedbluez

Em suggested I join Twitter to make professional contacts. Between new friends there, and the security of my diary, I may survive this move to New York./ Em said Twitter was a good place to blow off steam, but that's why I keep a journal. Bloody git.

1. Chapter 1

The Crooked Knife

By CKBarGuy and BrownEyedBluez

We are two fans who love fan fic and wanted to do something a little different. We don't own any part of Twilight, though there are many things we could think of to entertain Edward for eternity if we could just get rid of Bella!

The characters will post journal and diary entries here and converse on Twitter in real time. Please follow CKBarGuy and BrownEyedBluez and enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

Tuesday, Dec. 28, 2010

Dear Diary-

Another day, another bust.

My feet are killing me from walking around Greenwich Village, looking for work. At least the architecture is pretty. Reminds me of the French Quarter a lot, except that it's twisty, curvy streets instead of a grid. And it's FREEZING here. Fucking snow everywhere, and it isn't even pretty snow – slushy, nasty, grey mush. Yuck.

I have another round of downtown agencies to try tomorrow. Surely somebody needs a pianist! At this point, I'll take damn near anything. Wonder if I could give guitar/piano lessons? Have to check to see if I need a license to teach here, though I suppose I should have an apartment before I look for a place to teach.

Fuck. Need a job to get a place to live and a place to live to get a job. I'm too tired to even think about this shit right now. Em says I should get on Twitter and make some contacts. Might try that tomorrow.

Because after all…

Tomorrow is another day. Yeah, Scarlett – and see where that got you?

Gonna dry my hair and go to bed.