Starting Monday, February 2nd, I will be taking an extended break. I have been doing too much lately and have to pull back on my activities. This is one of the areas that I can take a break from. I'm sorry. I will come back as soon as I can. Thank you for your patience and understanding.
Marketing is a dirty word. It's a dirty word for people who buy things and for those who are selling them. I don't know about you, but I hate being told what to buy!
So, now I have a book nearing completion. I have to get the word out about my book so those who are interested can buy my book. I have to market it.
I just put chapter 10 of Rekasha's Folly up for critique today. I'm grateful for the breakthrough in editing which kept me away so long, but I wish my mind would have thought of something to blog about before now. I'm taking a break from editing for a bit because I have to earn credits on Critique Circle to put more chapters up.
Critique Circle is a site for writers to critique each others writing to make sure their writing is good enough for our readers. You can follow any of these links if you would like to find out more.
I just can't seem to get chapter two to get edited. I look at it and cannot figure out how to fix what's wrong with it. I will keep trying, but I kinda feel like I'm fighting a losing battle for some reason!
The opening chapter, chapter one, is ready for beta readers. I can hardly believe it, but it's true. I am now working on chapter two. I just may be able to make the January deadline for the excerpt!
The girls watched them go round the corner, then they continued on their way to the graveyard.
“Why did you lie to them?” Koran asked.
“They were laughing and joking about you telling them it was a skeleton when they were at my house. Then, they took me to your house.” Elsa said, “I didn't want them to do it again.”
As they neared the graveyard, they found the body of the keeper. He'd been killed the same way Kor had. His hand stretched out to protect himself and fingers severed with the hard blow to the neck and shoulder. On the porch of their little house, they found his wife the same way. These skeletons must depend on the shock of them living to do their killing.
When they went to town, they heard rumors of farmers all around town being slaughtered. No one knew what had done it, but with all the farmers dying the prices of staples went up tremendously.
At the end of the day, they went to the blacksmith. They would need protective clothing.
“What can I do for the only farmers left?” he asked.
“We need some protective clothing.” Koran said.
Before her was a bloodbath. Her father and mother were both dead in the main room of the house and blood seeped from the loft where her younger brothers and sister slept. No one remained alive.
Terrified, she looked through the bushes at the scene on the road. A skeleton with tattered leather armor hanging off its shoulders raised its arms and brought the rusty sword down on her brother.
First, it cut off three fingers and his thumb on the hand he was holding toward the skeleton to protect himself, then it cut deep into his shoulder and neck.
If she could do anything but stare, she would have screamed. She stared at her brothers dismembered fingers and thumb while the skeleton moved down the road on its unsteady legs.
I have had a lot going on at home. There has been little time to write or keep up with my website. However, this is NaNoWriMo month, therefore I don't see that changing until December.
I'm writing a new novel, Promises Kept, about a wizard who is agoraphobic. This is going to be an interesting book to write and I hope you will join me for the journey!