I am getting to the first part in the book where I have to go to a really angry place. I’m sure the rest of you as writers understand that place I’m talking about. I am avoiding it, and I know that the faster I get it over with, the faster I get to go back to the happy place. Well, a semi-happy place. This is just going to be a long couple of weeks while I get them all over this hump. Wish me luck
I put up the playlist I am typically listening to when I write. There are some really stupid songs that I think only I enjoy but I hope you guys like it and listen to it!
The little old man behind the counter started at us as we walked in. He looked like just any other older man, bent over on his stool and smoking a cigarette. If it weren’t for the tiny horns sticking out from under his hair no one would have been the wiser. His tongue flicked out like a snake, tasting the air for what exactly we were.
“You two ladies are not quite what you seem are you?” His voice sounded like gravel under a truck tire.
“I could say the same about you, old timer.” I winked at him and leaned on the counter.
“I think we’re both getting up there,” he smiled at me. His teeth were sharp and pointy, and his gums were black with rot. He cackled hoarsely at his insult and kicked his stubby legs back and forth. I knew I should have been offended but the sight of this pointy, wiggly little man made me laugh.
“I like you; hopefully I can continue liking you. What can you tell me about the Night Touched that was taken recently?” I didn’t want to turn into all business but I knew we needed to find out what we could as quickly as we could.
His face turned solemn and a sickly green, “You are not Slayers; you have no business asking about Night Touched.”
“It’s alright, dear one, we are just trying to find our friend,” Lily cooed at him. She really would have been a wonderful mother if she had been given the chance.
“I should not be talking to you,” he slid off of his stool and disappeared behind the counter. I had to lean over it to make sure he was still there. He waddled around to us, pointing his cane in our faced. “You should leave now.”
He rushed us out, waiving his cane like a sword and hitting our calves. We stumbled out of the shop and he shut his door. The blinking “Open” sign turned off, shortly followed by the rest of the lights. Lily and I exchanged glances and headed toward the next shop.
Sneak preview of Chapter 6 “The Deceit in the Bodega”
I am thankful that other people go through the same kind of self doubt when they write. I have been having this feeling that I lack the ability to write as well as everyone else and I debate if I should even continue down this path. I want to get my characters out there, I want you all to read their story, but I worry that no one will care. Does any one care about the mental dilemma Harper is about to deal with? Will people still be interested years from now when the story is told and these characters can retire themselves back the recesses of my mind only to appear occasionally wanting to go on a new adventure, or wanting to go visit Lucy and Mishal and Irwin in Redhaven? I know that I am worrying about too much too soon, but I genuinely love my characters and I want them to get their story out there.
At least I got this off my chest. I need to go work on Chapter 6, have a good night everyone
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We parked and got out. He took my hand again and we set off down the trail. We strolled arm in arm laughing and talking about our different like and dislikes, granted I had to make some of mine up.
“What is your ideal dinner date?” He asked me, nudging me with his shoulder.
“You are planning on there being a dinner date?” I poked at him. “That’s awfully presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“I thought this one was going well enough to assume there would be more.”
I giggled as we walked into a clearing. It was the same clearing from my dream. There wasn’t any snow, but this was it. The bench perfectly set near the trees, and bushes on either side. This was it. I stopped in my tracks.
“Harper, what’s wrong?” Silas looked in the same general direction, unsure of what had spooked me.
“Nothing,” I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to get the shock out of my head. When I opened them, Celine was there. Instead of being strapped to that awful table, she was strapped to the bench.
‘Harper, you have to help me.’ She sobbed in my head.
“Harper, what is wrong?” Silas took me by both of my shoulders and shook me. I felt my legs give out and the world went dark. “Harper!”
Sneak peek of Chapter 5 The Vampire on the First Date
I have decided to also post the first five chapters on fictionpress.com. I am debating special things for both figment and fictionpress. Possibly something along the lines of one site getting a sneak preview that the other doesn’t and vice versa. I am still working on that aspect but Chapters 1-3 are not up on fictionpress. To get to it, you have to Author Search for Maegan Provan or story search for The Night Touched Chronicles #1 Celine. Thanks guys for your on going support and love. It means a lot