It was super productive and I’ve started working out the kinks in my scheduling. Also, I think I may have fixed my sleep/motivation issue too, so cheers to WANTING to write before I sit down to do it, rather than sitting down to start and then realizing how much I want to do it after forcing myself into it. Motivation is a tricky tricky thing.
In other exciting news, I was contacted for an ARC of a suspense novel, so keep your eyes open for that in the July/August time frame. As well as being accepted to review a different ARC for an author I really enjoyed and have reviewed in the past. That is due by the end of May and I can’t wait to dive into it.
Finally, this week I contacted an author who my Mom met at a book signing. This author (who I will not call out in case she wishes to remain keep anonymous) is a NYT and USA Today bestselling author who writes romance novels and children’s books (how cool is that!) and she was gracious enough to chatter with me via email.
This week has been a rollercoaster of greatness and I hope yours was just as special.
She lowered her menu and thought about it for a minute, “It’s a little bit of both I think. California didn’t have the trees and greenery like here, but that’s not all of it.”
Gabriel lowered his menu and laced his fingers together, ignoring the prospect of food and waiting for her to continue.
“Since coming to Alku everything has changed in my life. In California I was able to blend in, be the girl in the back with a book that nobody gave a second glance too. But here… everyone watched what I’m doing, they want to be involved, even my spare time is watched with interest. Sometimes it's just nice to get away from it all and hide among the trees.”
Muse: 642 Tiny Things to Write About
Prompt: Write about a time you… broke a bone.
I jumped down from the tree, my body forming an elegant arc right before I hit the ground. I tucked my head, pushing my chin to my chest and grunted as my back met the hardened dirt and I rolled. When my momentum was spent, I sprang to my feet and raced across the training yard and skipped over a few spike traps, but as I began counting my success as guaranteed something flashed in my peripheral vision. Ray’s steel-toed boot stuck out from behind the last barrel hurdle. He sneered as my foot collided with his, my reflexes too slow to course correct in time. Gravity took over and as my knee collided with a barrel I heard a loud sickening crunch before I felt the pain. I went down quickly, my eyes filled with tears and fury. Before meeting the eyes of my overseer, I searched for Ray, he was no where to be found.