I’m not really excited that it’s Thursday. I swear. I’m not.
I AM excited that I’ll be promoting fellow authors coming up soon on my blog. That’s one thing I really love about the writing business, you get so much support from your peers. So be sure to watch for interviews and cover reveals, because they’re coming!
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. You know the REAL reason why I’m blogging? Because I’m supposed to be picking out an excerpt to read tomorrow at writing group. I am the queen of doing something else instead. Maybe when I’m done blogging, I’ll break out Through the Reflection Pond and do some skimming for something epic. Or MAYBE I’ll read something from Shade of the Poison Tree.
Herein lies the problem. I just can’t decide.
Or MAYBE I’ll read from Chase’s story. It’s only a prologue…but I like it.
I’ve come to a decision! No, no, not about that. About something else. I think I’m going to post little excerpts with all my blog posts. Everyone loves fiction, right? It’s something to look forward to, at least. Though I’ll probably have the same issue with that as I do with choosing stuff to read at club.
Story. Of. My. Life.
In other news, I think I might’ve come out of the depression for real this time. You want proof? I wrote 4,500 words in two days. That’s a DRAMATIC improvement. I’m finally enjoying writing again. That’s the important part.
Still no news on Antithesis. Hopefully soon I will have some details for you. Be patient, my pretties, you’ll be the first to know.
Now, it’s time for the excerpt portion of the show. This comes from the beginning/middle of Through the Reflection Pond.
“This isn’t fair!” I screamed it like a four-year-old, the only thing that could’ve made it worse is if I stomped my foot. To my surprise, Rowan clutched his head and groaned. He doubled over, fingers grasping fistfuls of hair. A guttural sound erupted from his throat, something that I hoped to never hear again; it was that terrifying.
“Rowan?” Everything around me snapped into sharp focus. I heard the grass sigh as it grew and a roar of thunder answered by a hissing crackle of lightening and the thrumming of the rain. My own heartbeat thudded in my ears, and galloping along with it, Rowan’s. Blood surged through my veins, rocketing into my fingertips. I felt powerful. And then the feeling dissipated like smoke in a breeze.
Rowan stood, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. A thin stream of blood trickled from his nose and he lifted a shaking hand to it, surprised when it came away smeared with red.
“Rowan?” Panic seeped into my voice. He looked at me, puzzled.
“I think you just tried to give me a brain hemorrhage.”
“What?” I held my hands away from my body like they might suddenly transform into malicious creatures with minds of their own.
He pressed his palm to his forehead. “I have an unbelievable headache.”
“I didn’t…are you okay?” I reached out a tentative hand, afraid to touch him, worried that what he said was true. But my hand—it looked ordinary. The nail polish from the welcome ceremony was chipped. Pale scars from when I’d rollerbladed through a glass window dotted the back. I didn’t wear rings—I’d never been much for jewelry.
Rowan rubbed his hand on his pants. The sky opened up, rain splattering our faces. “I’ll be okay.” He strode to Sapphire’s cottage, not looking to see if I followed. I hurried after him, ducking my head against the rain.
And now, I’ll return you to your regularly scheduled program so I can do all the things I’m supposed to be doing.
All the best,