Word Count: 7,089
What story I’m working on: Future King is picking up speed, as I hit 40k this week! The whole story is starting to unfold with that clarity that I sometimes get at the midway point. I know exactly where I want it to go, and I can’t wait for the ride. This is going to be an intense read.
What I’m editing/marketing: At the moment I started tweaking Red Skies Take Warning, an older manuscript, and I began doing some grammatical edits on Forged Alliances while I’m waiting for my beta-readers to get back to me. On the plus, I can’t wait to start into Waking for Winter edits! I recently started submittng Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed, because that series would be glorious.
Line of the week:
So the minute the musicians began to play, I watched, spellbound. These masters of their craft spun a tale before us as the melody filtered through the air. The heartrending strain of the violin, the piercing, mesmerizing whistle of the flute wove together with the robust notes from the cello binding the piece together. No words were necessary to communicate the slow rise of the grief that suspended in the air. I knew this devastation well, one that brought me to my knees every time I’d entered my house, waiting for a greeting that would never arrive.