Phew! It’s been a minute since I posted. Sorry about that! After NaNo was done I was wrote out. I needed a little break. But I’m back! And I have a surprise for you. I’ll be posting a fun, dramatic scene from book two of my Amara series! I think you’ll find the interactions very different from the first book. What happened to my characters to change it so much? Maybe you’ll find out later. Don’t want to reveal all my secrets… So keep an eye out this Sunday! And drop me a like or, even better, a comment!
“I told you, I need your help.” Lenci stood and walked past Beck. She made her way to the kitchen and looked in the fridge until he joined her.
“Right,” he looked over the fridge door at her, “with demons.”
“Not demons plural. Demon singular. Just one.” Lenci took the milk from the fridge. She gathered a few other ingredients on the counter and got a pan out.
“Because that makes it sound less crazy.” Beck rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter she was using.
“Oh no,” Lenci reached around Beck to grab the milk, “nothing makes it sound less crazy. But it is more accurate, which I think is important.” She poured the milk in the pan and put it back in the fridge. She continued reaching around Beck to get to her ingredients, paying him no mind as she cooked. Chocolate chips, salt, and peanut butter followed into the pan.
“You’re crazy,” he commented.
“I know.” She stirred her ingredients as he watched her. “Mind putting those back in the cupboard?”
Beck shook his head in disbelief and turned to put her ingredients away. She reached into another cupboard for two white mugs and poured the contents of the pan into them. She topped the drinks with whipped cream and mini Reese’s candies.
“So where’s this demon?”
Lenci stood close to him, handed him a mug, looked him right in the eye, and said, “You’re looking at her.”
Beck stared at her silently as his hands warmed around the mug. He looked at her curled red hair, her brown eyes, her coral lips, her freckle dusted cheeks and nose. She didn’t look like a demon to him. But he could tell she was serious. She meant it. She backed away a little and clinked her cup to his before taking a big gulp of her drink.
“You?” He asked with noticeable skepticism.
“No, not me, silly.” She continued drinking as she walked away.
You guys, you guys, you guys!!! Guess what I did?! I won my first NaNoWriMo ever!!! I’m so excited! Wow! My novel is totally unpolished and ridiculous. But it’s there. It’s all down and I have something to work with. What a great push this gave me to get it out of my head and into writing. I hope you’re all meeting your goals too. Remember, whether you’re winning or not, writing is about doing what you love. That’s what really matters. Be proud of whatever you accomplish! Good luck to all as this crazy month comes to a close!
NaNo is going really well so far! I’ve started a whole new story I’ve had brewing in my head for a long time now. Here’s a little snippet for you. It’s very rough as I’m not doing any revising/editing until the whole story is down. This will get changed. But it’s exciting to get it all down. Let me know what you think!
Lenci looked down at her blood stained hands. That was never a good sign. She looked around for her Keeper. She found him lying on the ground a few feet away. Her chains rattled as she ran over. She slid on her knees but didn’t bother checking for a pulse when she saw the hole in his chest.
“No!” She cried as she grabbed the man’s shirt. “Why?! I warned you!”
“There’s no time for mourning,” a voice sounded from a dark corner. A man strode powerfully to her.
“What do you mean?” She took his hand and let him help her to her feet.
“Keepers.” He touched her wrists and her cuffs and chains fell away. “They’re disappearing. Someone is taking them.”
“Taking them? Could this have been someone else?”
“No. This is exactly what it appears to be. The others weren’t murdered, only taken.” He shook his head. “This is as you thought.”
“I was afraid of that. Fredrick, you idiot.” She wiped a tear away, leaving smeared blood in its place on her cheek. She turned away. “What are we going to do about the Keepers? Are there enough left for everyone?”
“Everyone but you has a trained Keeper. They’ve all been moved into hiding. But there are no more.” He looked at her sadly. “You’ll need to find your new Keeper out in the world. And you need to do it fast. Time, as you very well know, is not on your side.”
Yay! Halfway there! Does anyone else feel like they’re running out of words? Or is it just me? Ha ha hopefully I’ve got 25,000 more in me! I hope you’re all meeting your writing goals as well. If so, great job! If not, don’t worry. As long as you’re doing your best, and doing what you love, that’s what matters! Don’t get discouraged.
Also, expect a little sample of what I’m working on on Sunday. Im pretty excited about it so I hope you like it too!
“Come on!” Jett took her hand and led her to the fence in front of the station. It was the only thing between them and the train. “This is going to be great,” he whispered to her as he helped her hop down the last bit of chain link. He swirled his hand around and a bucket appeared. He pulled something out of it and held it out for her to see.
“Water balloons?” Avery looked at Jett in confusion.
“Water balloons.” Jett nodded and handed her one. “Go ahead. Toss it!”
Avery didn’t know what he was so excited about. She shrugged and lobbed the balloon at the train car. It exploded and splattered bright purple onto the wall. She gasped and giggled. “I love it!”
“I thought you might.” Jett laughed and threw a balloon of his own.
Soon the side of the train was covered in colorful splashes that dripped down. It was a beautiful sight to see. They climbed back over the fence and stood back, admiring their work.
“It’s great!” Avery said.
“It is. Only one thing could be greater covered in paint tonight.”
“What?” Avery turned to look at him and found a balloon hurtling toward her. She tried to turn away but wasn’t quick enough. It thudded against her chest and sprayed blue all over her. She squealed at the impact.
Jett laughed as Avery wiped at her face. Then she swirled her hand and the bucket of balloons disappeared and reappeared in her hand. She returned fire and splattered Jett’s torso with yellow. He grunted and stumbled backward.
“Oh, it’s on, A!” He held his hands out and balloons appeared in them.
Avery screamed and ran as she threw balloons behind her. Jett threw them at her back. She reached the end of the platform and jumped to the grass. He pelted her with a few more colors as she ran to a tree for cover.
“Hey! You there! Freeze!” A voice sounded, interrupting their fun.
They instantly knew who it was. A police officer. Jett bolted to Avery and grabbed her waist. He transported them out before Avery could even think. They turned up in Avery’s room, which was empty. He slammed her into the wall with the momentum he’d built up. They both grunted.
“Phew!” Avery breathed out, holding onto his waist. “Good thing you’re fast.”
Jett laughed. “I don’t think we’d get any jail time for painting an already tagged train car. But I didn’t want to deal with the paperwork of it. Better to make a quick getaway.”
“And quick you were!” Avery looked up at him. “Thank you. That was fun. I had an amazing time.”
“Me too.” Jett moved her painted hair from her face and kissed her forehead.
Guys! I’m on track so far with NaNoWriMo! I know it’s still early but sometimes getting started is the hardest part. I know where I want my story to go but getting it to those places is hard. Words. Blah.
This year I’m trying to stick to an outline and I think it’s really helping my story progress in the direction I intended instead of wandering where it shouldn’t. I’m really liking the structure it’s given me. I truly hope I can keep up this pace and make it to 50,000 words by the end of the month.
How are you guys doing? Are you hitting your writing goals? Are you trying something new or do you have a routine and tricks that already work for you?
Tucian watched Amara carefully, enjoying her charming expressions as she tasted each piece of cake. She took her time and mulled over how much she liked it compared to the last. Her expressions always started with delight and surprise, then went into serious thought as she bit her lip and tried to decide. One particularly fudgy cake left her petite lips smeared in brown. He smiled and leaned over, putting his lips to hers.
Amara reveled in the surprise of their sweet frosting kiss. She couldn’t ask for a more perfect moment. But it was brief, Tucian pulling away after a second.
“What was that for?” Amara laughed, licking her lips.
“Being too adorable.” Tucian dragged his finger across some chocolate and dabbed it onto her nose. He laughed as her nose scrunched. “Far too adorable!”
Amara giggled a little and blushed. Then she wiped the frosting from her nose and licked it off her finger with a “Mmm…”
“You really need to stop doing things that make me want to kiss you.” He put a hand on her cheek.
“Everything.” He kissed her cheek and whispered, “Everything you do is enchanting. Everything you do makes me want to kiss you.”
Amara’s heart danced around in her chest and swelled with love. Tucian kissed her cheek and sat back in his chair.
“Do you have a favorite, my favorite?” Tucian asked flirtingly.
“Tucian!” Amara laughed. He was so smooth. “You’re too suave for my own good.”
“Is that a bad thing?” He took her hand and kissed it, the same way he did when he first introduced himself to her. He held her hand close to his mouth and ran his lips softly back and forth over her knuckles.
“Oh, no. It’s wonderful.” She looked at him in awe, wondering how she had ever been so lucky for him to fall in love with her. She felt his soft lips brush her somewhat ragged knuckles. Throwing punches and training with her hands a lot left them that way, no matter the amount of creams or lotions she used.
“Excellent.” He let her hand go and smiled at her.
“I liked the dark, milk, white chocolate one from the very first round. You?”
“I absolutely agree.”
“And I absolutely love you.” Amara leaned in and pulled the back of his neck to bring him closer. She kissed him increasingly more intensely until Rosie walked back in for their decision.
NaNoWriMo is here!!! I can’t believe it’s that time again! I’ve got an outline written out and so many ideas tumbling around my head. But will it all come out to 50,000 words? We’ll see! Expect to see excerpts from the new story throughout the month. It’s so fun to work on something fresh and new. The new characters to depict, the settings to build, the scenes to play out… I can’t wait! Good luck to you if you’re participating. Here’s hoping you an exciting and successful National Novel Writing Month!
Jett and Tucian arrived in the afternoon. “I heard someone needs a baking assistant?” Jett called, closing the door behind him.
“In here!” Avery called back from the kitchen. “Help!”
Jett and Tucian ran to the kitchen. There was white powder everywhere. The boys waved their hands around, tried not to inhale the dust, and walked in.
“Amara!” Tucian called. “You in here? Oof!” He grunted as something hit into him. He grabbed hold of familiar arms and pulled what he assumed was Amara into his own arms.
“Sorry!” Amara cried.
The powder started to settle to the floor and Jett saw Avery. “There you are!” Jett cried, reaching his hand out to her. She took his hand with a frown. They were all thoroughly covered in white powder.
“What happened?” Tucian looked down at the frosty woman in his arms.
“Amara happened!” Avery yelled. “This is why she isn’t allowed to cook!”
Amara thought she might have been mad at her, then Avery broke out laughing. She let out a long sigh of relief and smiled, her pink gums showing bright against the white.
“What?” Jett looked at Avery. “What is this stuff?”
“It’s flour,” Amara answered. “I was trying to help with Mom’s cake for tonight. I failed.”
“Epically,” Avery confirmed. “You are now, officially banned from any kitchen activity.”
“Yeah, that seems fair,” Amara agreed.
“How are we going to clean all this up? And is there any flour left for the cake?” Jett worried.
“There will be plenty left, don’t you worry. And leave the cleanup to me. I got skills.” Avery smiled and began waving her hands in circles.
Purple sparks swirled around the kitchen, sweeping the flour in breezy loops. It whisked the flour from every surface and person. It pulled Amara and Avery’s hair, stripping every last bit of flour, then poured their hair back down around their shoulders. Amara giggled as her hair was pulled and dropped. Tucian watched her in delight as the purple sparks swept over her and she twisted and turned with them.
After a few minutes, all the flour had been cleaned up.
“Sorry again, Avery,” Amara said shyly. “I really was trying to help.”
“That’s alright. But I think you better find something else to do while Jett and I make Mom’s cake now.”
“Will do.” Amara laughed and led Tucian out of the kitchen.