“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”
To dispel the wondering, and to give you all a look into my book – I am leaving you with this excerpt from my PROLOGUE, which has already been sent in (and finalized!) by the publishers.
She sat staring at the screen, sipping her Irish tea with her laptop opened in front of her. A manicured nail tapped a steady beat on the side of the cup as she scrolled through the search results. She was looking for anything in the form of a link, or a clue, to the string of murders in Temple Bar, Dublin. She knew who, or rather what, was on the killing spree – but she couldn’t figure out what it was using as a host this time.
Not quite normal according to human standards, she had been sent to hunt and kill this entity of evil in the beginning, when Adam and Eve ate from the tree of knowledge. Desperate to return home, she had tracked it each century since, knowing she couldn’t return until her task was complete. Each time she had been close to running the entity to the ground, it would abandon it’s host, returning to the darkness. She never stopped searching though.
It was just her luck that this century published everything on web sites. Unfortunately, the ready information made her quarry more vigilant in covering its tracks. Her ‘sixth’ sense was telling her it was here in her favorite city, wreaking havoc, but everything else was so unclear. For all she knew, it could be hopping from host to host instead of having a primary host; which would be unusual but not improbable.
She needed to find a connection, but it seemed the cops were keeping a pretty tight lid on what was happening (probably to keep from inciting panic). However, from what she could tell, there had been a string of 5 deaths that the police had linked from the bullets found in the bodies – indicating that the same firearm had been used in each execution. The most important piece of information was still eluding her though…what, or whom, had the entity chosen for its host?
She ran the hand that had been scrolling the cursor on her computer through her strawberry blond hair. Her pale blue eyes flashed with annoyance, she was getting nowhere sitting in front of her laptop. She needed to get out into the city and do some leg work of her own. Time was running out…
And that is all I have for you folks! Hope you enjoyed reading it…I look forward to having my creation published so you can find out what happens…in the end.
“The greatest part of a writer’s time is spent in reading, in order to write: a man will turn over half a library to make one book.”
It’s amazing what you can find in the pages of history once you take the time to look. I have never really taken the time until I, in a most determined way, decided to finish my book, and now it seems as if I cannot stop researching.
Like my reason for writing, this is an outlet so I can experience these countries in a tangent way. I am walking down the alleyways of Dublin and Cairo. I am finding the most wonderful places to eat, hotels to stay in, and to go for a cup of tea. Truly, it is the most rewarding experience – and I hope to use this knowledge when I actually travel to these places!! Maybe take the same route that my characters are while on their journey from Dublin to Cairo.
It’s a wonderful and most rewarding feeling to be able to create a work that, hopefully, balances the imaginative process as well as the descriptive process. I want my readers to be able to see where they are, but also put their own twist on things. Someone who sees Cairo or Dublin for the first time, will see things much more differently than those who have visited there before, or even, live there. Who will you run into when you sit in a cafe in Dublin? What mysteries will you find in the crypts in Cairo? Let your imagination free, it just might surprise you!!
The one thing children wear out faster than shoes is parents. ~John J. Plomp
My wonderful, apparently very artistic, son has shown his creative side…all over the walls of my parents house. He has discovered that crayons not only draw on paper, but on said walls also. So, I figured the best punishment for this situation, would be for him to wipe the walls clean with a wet papertowel (thank heavens I only buy him the dryerase crayons, otherwise we’d have to repaint the walls!!) However, I probably should have known this punishment would only add to the fun of his misdeed (have I already told you how my son likes to clean??…well he does. Due to always being home with mommy who is slightly OCD when it comes to cleaning…), so I was informed that he not only draws on the walls now, but he does it with a moist towelette, to wipe the evidence away…draw, wipe, repeat.
I might laugh and giggle about it with my parents (they are highly amused by his ‘adventures’ regarless if they happen on their walls or not), but really inside, I am saying, “It’s crayons now…what next?” Since I’m pretty sure that eventhough they say dryerase, the markers will not work the same way. Or finger paints?? I cringe a little bit, my OCD self faints dead away at this thought.
Solution: Just like the song by Lonestar…put the crayons up one drawer higher…
“I believe that it may happen that one will succeed, and one must not begin to despair, even though defeated here and there; and even though one sometimes feels a kind of decay, though things go differently from the expected, it is necessary to take heart again and new courage. For the great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together. And great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.”
~Vincent van Gough
I leave you this quote to read and think about, instead of my normal post. I hope if you are having ‘one of those days’ just as I am having, that this quote will be somewhat of a light at the end of the tunnel for you – just as it is to me! Enjoy…
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.”~Joss Whedon
I have always had this story inside me. Through the years, it has evolved and changed into what it is becoming now. Pleased is just not the word I would use to describe how I feel about how it is finally looking on paper. I say finally, because when I had started writing it, I would constantly look back and rewrite and edit right after I finished a chapter…needless to say, I never really got very far.
But now…now is a different story. I will sit and write for a couple of hours, then save and go on to something else so I can get my ‘ducks’ in a row. Then at the end of the day I will go back to it, and add more to what I had already written. That way, I have a fresh view on it, and I get to spend more time with my son…it’s a win, win situation!
Then after I finish a chapter, instead of me reading over it, I give it to my sister. Being that she is an adamant reader, I know I can depend on her to tell me if what I had written holds her attention or if it becomes dull – thus becoming a chore to read. If, by chance, I have to read what I had already written to make the flow into the next chapter more cohesive…I have a separate page that I write what I feel I need to add or take away. I don’t make any marks or corrections on the rough draft, not yet anyways.
I am pleased to say that I have made it to the 4th chapter without incident yet. Although, I believe it is mostly due to the fact that I have taken up writing outlines for each chapter before I write it in its entirety, I also credit my sister in having to do the ‘dirty’ work (although she assures me that she enjoys reading my story very much and it isn’t at all a burden, she just wishes I would write faster!) So now I have the outlines for the 4th, 5th, and 6th chapter completed, and am currently working on building my characters up more so I can introduce some more come chapter 6.
One of my friends once asked why I wrote. Why would I put myself through the stress of perfecting something that people might not even want to read. Really, it is very simple. I write so ‘my other self,’ being the main character, can live and breathe just like I do. In this case, she is a modern-day warrior who takes on the world. She will sky-dive, she will bungee jump, as well as many other things that I wish I could do, and perhaps one day I will, but for now I will settle for experiencing everything through her.
Today, I will compose the first battle scene in my book…and I am ecstatic about it. I get to ask myself the age-old question, what would I do if I was presented with this situation? How would I survive? What would I do if I knew that if I harmed my opponent, I could kill my best friend? This is just as much fiction as it is a journey for myself as I am writing it, as well as for those who choose to read it when it is released to the market…and I can’t wait to share it with everyone!!