It's that day again...Thursday...and almost the weekend. Got to love it J Time for some more progress updates and excerpts from my work.

 

I noticed today, that many of the writers I emulate have several series going at once. Then I thought to myself: Self, we need to work harder at this. In which I then replied (to myself); and when do you plan on sleeping??? So needless to say I need to get this show on the road. Unfortunately this is hard when you rely on others for their services as well…but patients have always been one of my better qualities. I would rather wait for what I need, then put out a product I can’t be proud of. Given the fact that this is my first effort..I’m guessing it will need a lot of work. So those who are waiting for me to get this out, just remember,  I am in the same boat, with only one oar.

 

So I was given some advice by my beta tester, which has me in the middle of a re-write of my preface. I loved that she gave me this advice prior to sending the entire book back to me. It gives me time to pull it together before I have to start my edits. Unfortunately, my heart keeps pulling me in the direction of my new book, which is in desperate need of my attention. I keep having to reign myself in to get it finished. Man I hope all of this hard work leads to good places for me. All of this working for the man stuff is for the birds haha.

 

On to the previews hope you enjoy J

 

**CAUTION STRONG LANGUAGE**

 

Muse Vol. 1

Stella to Jesson

            Just outside his dorm I stopped. I mustered up all the power within me and pushed it upon him. I knew I would need all of my strength to do what was in front of me. Jesson jerked to a stop and turned to look at me. “I can’t make you happy,” I mewled at him. He looked confused. “I know that making you wait for an explanation is not right. I am afraid once I tell you the truth about me you will not want to see me anymore. I think we should just go our separate ways right now.” His face fell and it broke my heart. I looked into his eyes and tried with all of my might to influence his memories, to take away the pain I was causing him. “The last time we saw each other was in class on Thursday, the last three days didn’t happen.” He raised an eyebrow at me. Why was this not working? “You are going to walk away and forget everything about me.” I was practically begging him to forget.

            “I don’t know what kind of Jedi mind trick bullshit you’re trying to pull Stella, but all you have to do is tell me it’s over. Why the fuck did, I think that your ass would bother with me anyway? Why don’t you just run off, have a fucked up relationship with your fucking brother, and forget I exist. You can come and get your bag at the cafĂ© tomorrow morning. I am going to fucking bed. Better yet, I'm going to go take a shower, wash off all of your filthy ass lies.” He whipped the door to his building open and stomped off down the hall.

 

 

New book

Israel and Brayden

 

His cheeks light on fire and he drops his eyes to the table; “You make me very nervous,” he says thrusting his hands under his thighs. He reminded me of a little kid, being questioned by his parents.

“Why do I make you nervous?” I giggle looking at him with curiosity. What about me could make this man nervous?

“I have wanted to talk to you for so long, going over what I would say in my head. Now that you are here in front of me I am drawing a complete blank.” He starts to worry at the edge of his napkin still not making eye contact.

“Brayden, I watched you take control of a crowd at a banquet. In your office, you demanded respect. Now here in this restaurant, in front of me, you get nervous?” I smile at him as he finally raises his eyes to me. “I am pretty sure I am the least of your worries.”

“Do you remember the night of the gala?” He questions, I nod. “You know how when your friend called you out in front of the crowd you got sick?” I nod again. “Well that’s how you make me feel. I cannot explain it; I have never felt the pull I have to you with any other woman. It’s like you’re the sun and I am a star propelled by your gravity.”

“And I make you want to throw up?” I laugh trying to lighten the mood.
 
 

Well that is it for this week ladies and gents..stop back next week and as always like and share.

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