supposed to be working on various edits and writing
The Witch the lies Within (this is the second title when
I discovered The Witch Within had been used - several
times). I was working on it when scenes from another
story started popping into my head..
So in the last two weeks I've done nothing with The Witch
but have taken After the Silence from the 900 word start to
over 30,000 words ... and it just keeps going!
I'm not sure why my muse feels this one has to be done
NOW but I'll take it.
After the Silence is not like anything I've written before,
there are no witches, curses or magic (that I know of)
it takes places in the near future when the world starts to
change and become a place not so comfortable to be in
or safe for that matter.
I thought I'd post a bit of it here and there to make up
for not finding the time to keep my blog up-to-date ...
Keeping in mind all of this is very rough and not
edited in any sort of way...
After the Silence
I was nineteen when the world went crazy – nothing that was would ever be again.
Remnants of a familiar world did remain, but not enough to instill those warm fuzzy feelings you get when life is comfortable.
I’m Bree Taylor and this is my story of how my life changed forever.
The years leading up to my nineteenth birthday were relatively ordinary, probably similar to your own.The news broadcasted from time to time was of tragedy or natural disaster, but no one ever really took any of that as a sign of what was to come.
Things began to change and at first it still wasn’t anything I would call alarming.Gradually over a year tragedy after tragedy grouped together started the spiritual fanatics harping that life was forever changed. Of course anyone that looked out the window or read a newspaper knew this, so really their spiritual connections weren’t giving them a special kind of heads up.It wasn’t just the more frequent tornadoes, earth quakes where there had never been any before and flash floods in the oddest places that had everyone, including my family start to wonder, it was the weird fluctuations in the weather that brought most to the point of accepting some sort of abnormality on the planet was going on.The skeptics even began to sit up and pay attention, finally admitting that a thing such as global warming might be a possibility. When sink holes large enough to swallow whole blocks began to appear all the warning bells were ringing loud and clear. My own thoughts, then, was Mother Nature had decided to fight back.I know I would if you tore me down, used me up and polluted me at the rate the human race was to the earth.I’d be more than pissed off enough to take something back and make a very loud statement.
Mystic Perceptions received a 4 cup review at Coffee Time Romance
"This is a very well crafted and suspenseful story with an interesting paranormal twist. Jac's ability to read objects and people is both a gift and a curse to her. Reid's avoidance of people is a result of a failed relationship. Reid and his partner Brent's personalities are very different, adding another perspective to the investigation. The author does a great job of developing both the investigation and the relationship between Jac and Reid. I love a good suspense story and did not put this one down until the last sentence."
time to spare for anything. Hopefully I've got all
that covered now and will have more time for
the things I'd like to be doing.
Last week I mentioned I had another post that was
of a much more serious nature than donating money
to NaNoWriMo, and this is what I was talking about.
Your courage and determination
makes you one of my heroes.
While I was writing Salvation my mind wasn’t 100% on sexy pirate ghosts, during this time something very real and very serious was going on in my world. My eleven year old niece was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. I was astound with the news of how my strong, healthy niece could just suddenly ’not feel well’ and have such a thing!
For the next year she sat in a hospital undergoing the many branches of her treatment plan. Each time she came home, we all prayed it would be for longer than the time before, but that didn’t happen. Her parents spent that year driving back a three hour drive to take turns to be with her, often times having to rush back when she developed another symptom or side effect. She lived in a world without all of her friends and school for most of this year, battling all sorts of illnesses because of the A.L.L. She watched several other children go on to become angels in the leukemia fight.
On her twelfth birthday she underwent a bone marrow transplant and as a result of this life saving procedure had to spend many more months in isolation from the world she yearned to be part of again.
During the next year she had many more complications and still at a few weeks from thirteen isn’t at a full one hundred percent yet, but she is the most determined girl I have ever known.
For my niece and all those other children out there that have had to or have to battle every day to live healthy I am going to donate $1 for each copy of Salvation that is bought—during the months of November and December – and donate it to leukemia research for children.
I put this in my November Newsletter, along with another similar quest, but much more serious than this one.
I'll start with this one and later this week I'll post the other one on my blog.
For those of you that recognize NaNoWriMo—you know what the month of November means to a writer—if you’re thinking ‘What is NaNo?’ then let me explain.
NA tional NO vel WRI ting MO nth
That’s right, one month of the year writers from all over the world hide away in their favourite writing cave and try for 50,000 words in 30 days!
It’s not all published writers by any means, each year there are more and more new people jumping on board the in-sanity of aching hands, stiff necks and exhausted brains. There are people from Canada, USA, Israel, Europe, Russia … basically world wide. In 2009 over 165,000 joined up towards this goal we all had in common.
There are no fabulous prizes, except knowing that you reached that 50,000 word count.
My release in September—Mystic Perceptions was the novel I wrote in 2008 for NaNo, of course the state it was in by day 30 is nothing similar to what you read between the pages today, many months of typo repair and editing had to happen to it before publishing.
Today I decided to do something to help the Office of Let-ters and Light (the people that organize NaNoWriMo and many other events, including the young writers program) I want to make a donation (which is the only way they afford to do this) to do my part to continue the world getting to-gether to write.
So, for the month of November for each copy (e or print) of Mystic Perceptions that is bought I will donate $1 to the cause of keeping this event going.
I know it’s not an awe inspiring amount, but I do like to eat from time to time as well.
confined to roam endlessly over the same grounds for all eternity and cursed to never be seen again, Jareth wanders through time alone and longing for the sea once more. When he realizes there is one thing he yearns for more than he ever did the sea, he is tossed into a world he is unfamiliar with.
Stuck with a life that never goes her way, Miranda is determined to get at least one thing she wants. When that one thing turns out to be a sexy pirate that lived over two hundred years ago, she finds herself faced with more than one challenge to have him.