Alright, alright. Let's see what I can let y'all in on today.
So a lot has been going through my head with The Phantom Races. On a good note, I'm a quarter of the way done with chapter four, and so far my word count is 9197 words. BOOYAH!! Last time I did a word count challenge, my goal was ten-thousand. Now, in just four chapters, I've almost exceeded that amount. Hell yeah. Which is why my word count goal for August is twenty-thousand words. Yup, I'm gonna do it folks, and nothing short of death will stop me. And on top of that, my sisters will be startin' school Monday. Heck yeah, but I'm still babysitting Sierra (my 2-year-old cousin-in-law), and possibly my adopted niece, Terra Lee. Beautiful names, aren't they. I especially like Terra Lee (of course, I'm biased, because my middle name is Lee).
Anyways... So, the angel idea, I'm still playing around with, and actually added into the third chapter.
That's about all I can think of to add today. I've got to get back to working on chapter four. I wanted to give y'all a heads up on the novel. Thanks for stayin' with me. I really appreciate it.
Stay tuned. :)
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
An Excerpt of The Phantom Races
Hey everyone. So as promised, I have an excerpt up for The Phantom Races. I hope y'all enjoy, and stay tuned, cause there's more to come. :)
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He regards the man questionably, like a dog would a stranger. The look of disapproval in his emerald eyes is enough. Stepping away, I take my place beside him, looking up into the face I have grown to love and cherish.
“You have to come with me,” he pants, his whole body shaking. Something horrible has happened. “We have to go. Now.”
As he tugs me away from stranger, I look back, and find a tear sliding down the aged cheek. What’s going on?
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No good comes from Selisona. Ever. I remember the red car, they smug little man inside. He looked like a noble, and that look on his face haunts my memory. It was like a man taking joy from watching a dog being beat.
Just as I turn my head, I hear a familiar voice shout just on the other side of the isle. “Amalaya!”
“Cal?” His hair is the first thing I see, such a brilliant vibrant color, like autumnal leaves. Then his massive body stumbles into view, and he nearly knocks over a rack of toiletries. As he rights himself, he turns to me with a frantic look upon his face. “What are you doing? Is everything okay?”He regards the man questionably, like a dog would a stranger. The look of disapproval in his emerald eyes is enough. Stepping away, I take my place beside him, looking up into the face I have grown to love and cherish.
“You have to come with me,” he pants, his whole body shaking. Something horrible has happened. “We have to go. Now.”
As he tugs me away from stranger, I look back, and find a tear sliding down the aged cheek. What’s going on?
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Entry Three
Hello, my friends and followers.
So this afternoon, I spent my time on horseback, thinking about my character, Amalaya. I tried to see the world through her eyes, from the back of Slim (my bay stallion), just as she would atop Solstice. I felt one with my horse, feeling the way he moved beneath the saddle and watching how he reacted to different things, like the wind and the sound of my voice. It was amazing, and refreshing. It has been too long since I've gone riding, and I'm going to have to be doing it more often if I'm to write a novel with a horsewoman as my MC.
There are many things that have been going through my mind for The Phantom Races. I've played with a bunch of ideas, drifting from just humans, goddesses, and unicorns, to the addition of angels and prophecies. I thought to myself, if the Phantom is to appear before Amalaya, then he has to have a reason, one dire enough for the Fates to send out their famous, or infamous, messenger. Then I thought: Angels.
So here's three words for you that I will hint to you: Celestials, Shadows, and Shadow Angels.
Interesting, I hope. I'm still playing around with the basics, but I'm working on it now, as we speak. Things are really starting to piece together, sort of like a giant puzzled, though there are certainly many pieces that are still missing.
I can't wait to introduce you to my world that resides in my head. Until then, my friends, stay tuned. I know I keep saying that an excerpt it coming soon, but I promise you. It is. It so is. Til then, have a great time, and for those of you are write, may the muses grant you inspiration.
So this afternoon, I spent my time on horseback, thinking about my character, Amalaya. I tried to see the world through her eyes, from the back of Slim (my bay stallion), just as she would atop Solstice. I felt one with my horse, feeling the way he moved beneath the saddle and watching how he reacted to different things, like the wind and the sound of my voice. It was amazing, and refreshing. It has been too long since I've gone riding, and I'm going to have to be doing it more often if I'm to write a novel with a horsewoman as my MC.
There are many things that have been going through my mind for The Phantom Races. I've played with a bunch of ideas, drifting from just humans, goddesses, and unicorns, to the addition of angels and prophecies. I thought to myself, if the Phantom is to appear before Amalaya, then he has to have a reason, one dire enough for the Fates to send out their famous, or infamous, messenger. Then I thought: Angels.
So here's three words for you that I will hint to you: Celestials, Shadows, and Shadow Angels.
Interesting, I hope. I'm still playing around with the basics, but I'm working on it now, as we speak. Things are really starting to piece together, sort of like a giant puzzled, though there are certainly many pieces that are still missing.
I can't wait to introduce you to my world that resides in my head. Until then, my friends, stay tuned. I know I keep saying that an excerpt it coming soon, but I promise you. It is. It so is. Til then, have a great time, and for those of you are write, may the muses grant you inspiration.
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