Saturday, November 15, 2014

#SaturdayScenes #Red

Guarding the Vila Book One

Happy Saturday morning everyone!

I decided that I would do a Saturday scene today from my novel, Red, which will be released on November 30th. I am so excited to receive the final edit on Monday and finally be able to start polishing and formatting! 

If you happen to like today's post, please check out my novelette that takes place prior to Red. It is free on Amazon for the next two days, so you should hurry! Here's the link: The Beginning on Amazon

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Marie was staying in the next town over, her children safe from the eyes of people who were watching me. I picked up my pace knowing I wouldn’t make it before dark but wanting to cover as much ground as possible before I could no longer see. Just as the clearing to the village was disappearing from view, I heard a tiny little yip come from a few paces back. A sweet puppy, hardly big enough to be away from its mother, sat with its tail wagging. He must have been the runt of the litter, too small to keep up with his siblings. His face was freckled with white, while the rest of him was colored in a deep brown. Tiny little bones pushed against his all too thin skin and the look of him broke the rock that had become my heart. I considered him for a moment before quickly realizing I was in no place to take care of him, when taking care of myself was more than I was capable of. I tried to shoo him away, yelling at the poor thing until he sauntered off. I took off walking again, only to find him a few moments later trailing behind once again. Several times I stopped to try to push him away, my attempts more half-hearted the more often I did them. Finally I gave into his resilience. I scratched behind his ears as I handed him a scrap from my pocket.
            “You sir, are a determined little pup. Perhaps, you don’t really need me to take care of you.”
He yipped back in agreeance, almost as if he understood. I shrugged, not wanting to read too much into it and continued on. Darkness came along with exhaustion. I crawled into a hollowed out tree, pulling my cape as tightly as I could, trying to push off the chill. The pup jumped up onto my chest, snuggling deep until he was comfortable in his makeshift bed. I became completely overtaken by his audacity and how brave he must be to smell the wolf and not care. I smiled stupidly, and fell into a dreamless sleep. The first one I’ve had since I had died. The next morning I awoke to a gurgled whine of death. The puppy at some point had left my arms and I searched around for him frantically. Not more than feet from me a large white wolf held my sweet little pup in his muzzle, shaking him violently until he was limply dangling and torn to shreds. The wolf then dropped him at his feet, sauntering back into whatever Hell he had crawled out of. I dropped to my knees, wavering at the injustice.
                        “It was a warning.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. I would know that voice for the rest of my life.
                               “What do you mean? A warning for what? How could killing an innocent puppy be justified?”
I felt more than heard her sigh, the earth seeming to come to my aid.
“Because, Red. It’s not about whose innocent and whose guilty. It’s about rules. It has always been about the rules. And the rule is you are not allowed to love. If you do, they will be the ones to pay and you will be the one to mourn. Death means nothing to you until it is done to someone you love. The Guards will come with their Trackers and take everything you want to keep. This was just a warning not to walk too close to that line because there will be no mercy for you, for any of the Vilas.”
            War gurgled in my veins. The Fates from both sectors of Heaven and Hell were playing with a fire that someday they wouldn’t be able to control. My fists dug deep into the dirt, horrible images of what was to come blurring reality. I almost choked on the words trying to fall from my mouth.
                               “What about Marie? The girls?” I would be lost if I had to give them up, but I would if it meant they would be able to live.
“Family is a sacred exception. You have no reason to fear for them. They will not be made an example of like the pup was.”
            I got up from the ground, a promise as solid as the hills held tightly in my heart. I would never bring another the pain that occurred here today. I would keep my distance, staying safely away from the humans. The wolves were my ghosts to deal with and the Fates my future to conquer. I got to my feet slowly and walked, refusing to look back knowing the scene behind me would be forever burned into my memories.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Nano-ing

Ish... 


It's November, a time of rain for Seattle. Leaves and turkey and holiday shopping. Oh, and this little thing called NanoWriMo. Some of you may have heard of it (who am I kidding, this is G+ I'm mainly working with) but for those of you who haven't, in the nicest words I can muster, it is a month of pure insanity. The goal is 50,000 words in 30 days. It's meant to get authors going with the support of an entire world of other writers to keep you accountable. I can't knock it, in fact, I highly endorse it. My first novel Red came out of it and I couldn't be happier with the push (OK, shove) NanoWriMo gave me. 

But this year, oh yeah, this year is different. Nano and I are fighting. It is day four. Last year at day four, I was bright eyed and optimistic. I was writing like a hound, barely able to keep away from my binder (yes, I used a freaking binder). My husband thought I was a drone, only a shadow of his formerly talkative wife, as I 'uh-huh'd' my way through our daily conversations. I couldn't fail. Neigh, I wouldn't fail. 

I would love to say this year I am on top of it. I am at the helm of my novel's ship and I'm ready to sail onto another immediate publication. But I've never been good at lying. I am miserably behind. Hardly enough words written to even count and as much as I am excited to see other people's success, I can't help but feel like I want to slap them with my 9 million tons of stress. Over and over again. Then laugh. 

Sure, I know that isn't very nice. Do they deserve it? No. Would it make me feel better? I wish I could be the bigger person and tell you it wouldn't, but oh the relief to not be the only one. 

I'm being melodramatic and I'm sorry. I shouldn't be. I actually have things going pretty well, it's just taking a lot of my time and mind power to keep everything going at the pace it is demanding from me. It makes my creativity flounder. I am so excited for the novel I doing for NanoWriMo and I really would love to start it sooner, there are just a million other things to do. Like this blog, that didn't really need to be done, but I seriously needed a real life outlet to consume my thoughts for 15 minutes before I go back to the ups and downs of marketing a self published book. I am preparing for my novel's launch and it is a lot of research, since I've never done it before. 

So for all you amazing Nano-er's out there: I am proud of you! Sincerely, no matter how much I am feeling in the gutter, I do want you to succeed. And I hope that I can catch up and succeed with you! You are all amazing and writing a book is no joke. Don't let anyone let you feel like you shouldn't be doing what you're doing. Take it from me, it's worth it in the end!

Off to go get that book launch ready... The Nano-book that started me on this insane path. 

Ciao.