Thursday, July 25, 2013

Annalee's desperate decision



Please read the latest little bit of my novel and comment below!

            Cremoe lopped over to the new comers, bowed to them, then fluttered up several feet to converse with them quietly face to face.
            Annalee screamed to them, “Save him!” but they ignored her.
Annalee, you must keep your manners with the Kaqtukaq. Innu fearfully mind-spoke. They are majestic and proper.  Disrespecting them makes them dangerous.
Anewj moaned, then shrieked in pain.
“If you save him, I will reward you!” Annalee screamed.
            The conversation halted. Cremoe turned to Innu and Annalee, his eyes wide in fright. The larger of the Kaqtukaqs stepped forward and knelt beside her.
            “Moon daughter, what have you to give to us?”
            Annalee frantically searched her own mind for anything she could think of to give to them.
            “My Wonderstone! I will give you my Wonderstone!” she spat out the words and regretted them the moment they hit her ears.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

After a long few days writing out goals, plans, dreams, and discussing at length the novels I am writing and my reason for writing them, I have just submitted an application for a writer's grant. Please keep this in prayers and positive thought. If I get the $6000 it will help so much, paying off my computer, getting childcare so I can write more regularly, and being able to attend some writing conferences and experiences!

Check back tomorrow for another sneak scene of  my Wuzzle story!

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Introducing The Kaqtukaq

I have just created a new character in my children's novel. Below is this mornings newest scene. Please give any feedback!



             At that moment, a dark shape passed over them in the sky, outlined by the lighting that ignited behind it. Then another circled near it. When the next leg of lightning flashed, Annalee glimpsed massive feathered wings flapping and fluttering as the beings landed a few feet from her and Innu. Super tall, lean chests and stomachs centered the wings, which spanned at least 6 feet each. A man’s head sat on the bodies’ shoulders and thick human arms protruded from the wings. Thick painted symbols covered every inch of their skin, even their faces. A feathered kilt wrapped their waists and muscular legs anchored their weight.
            Cremoe lopped over to the new comers, bowed to them, then fluttered up several feet to converse with them face to face.
            Annalee screamed to them, “Save him!” but they ignored her.
Annalee, you must keep your manners with the Kaqtukaq. Innu fearfully mind-spoke. They are majestic and proper.  Disrespecting them makes them dangerous.
Anewj moaned then shrieked in pain.
“If you save him, I will reward you!” Annalee screamed.
            The conversation halted. Cremoe turned to Innu and Annalee, his eyes wide in fright. The larger of the Kaqtukaqs stepped forward and knelt beside her.
            “Moon daughter, what have you to give to us?”
            Annalee frantically searched her own mind for anything she could think of to give to them.
            “My wonderstone! I will give you my wonderstone!” she spat out the words and regretted them the moment they hit her ears.
            Innu gasped. “NO ANNALEE, you don’t know what you are saying. You are tired and desperate!”
            The Kaqtukaq glared at him. “She has offered it. The wonderstone if we can save him, is that the deal?”
            Annalee glanced at Innu again, who shook his head furiously at her. She closed her eyes, “If you take us all somewhere safe, let us rest and refresh there, and heal him, I will give you my wonderstone.”
            “Let it be so.” The Kaqtukaq stood again and signaled for the other one to help Anewj and Zidi. The second bird-man walked over to the tree line and pulled out a large leaf and a vine. Then he approached Zidi and asked her to step aside. Very carefully, he examined and lifted Anewj onto the leaf, wrapped the edges around him and secured it with the vine, creating a neat little bundle, which he tied to his chest.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Write, Er-- Do What You Love

It's a bit cliche to say that you should do what you love right? But a first hand smack in the face with depression had me reeling from the fact that I was doing everything for everyone else, and nothing for myself. It's a bad tendency of moms to do this, especially when our children are young. But a wise counselor told me that find true joy in your life makes you a better mom, and love for your family flows from the joy you have in the things you do by yourself that inspire you. After that sunk in, I started to write again.

And I haven't stopped.

Since then, God has taken me one step further with this truth: to write what I love. And I think its safe to say that my first published work will be a children's fantasy chapter book. I love the art of weaving a story of wonder and imagination, and the thought of children delighting in the story, laughing and eager to read more, makes my soul soar.

What do you love to do? Are you making the time to do it?