This is the post I decided to share with http://www.rubyslipperedsisterhood.com/ and their ‘winter writing festival’. A little update on how the past two weeks have been. Feel free to add a comment about your own life progress (writing, job hunts, or even laundry … interesting events happen when we least expect them.)
I have been working on a few different projects… my mind refuses to stay where I need it, so I allow my thoughts to drift for a few hours before I return to my WIP. I have been updating my blog www.traceylclark.wordpress.com, keeping up with #sunvssnow on twitter (and posting to my own comments https://twitter.com/traceylclark11) because I managed to enter the query contest before the 200 limit cut off (which happened in six minutes, omg), editing my first book which I will always feel needs a little more love with each new writing tactic I learn, and finally I have been adding to my WIP. Here are a few snippets from my editing venture. Enjoy and happy wordage everyone.
Tracey L Clark
Edits of book one, FINDER’S KEEPERS
“I will find him, Lindal. He won’t get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal’s recovery.
Glancing up, Marin noticed that there was something swinging off of Lindal’s oxygen line. “What the…” It looked like a BARBIE with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature was wearing a loin cloth and obviously male. He was also making a knot in Lindal’s oxygen line. The little man didn’t seem to realize that Marin staring at him.
“Stop,” Marin shouted. Damn-it, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go up stairs to the psych ward. She was obviously hallucinating.
Hallucinating or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think your doing?”
She finally had her figments attention. A beautiful though small pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.
“Well, answer me. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Waiting for you of course.”
“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. She must have hit her head. That was the only answer. She was now speaking with a figment of her imagination. Yep. She had lost it.
The creature put it’s tiny fists on his hips. “A sprite, of course. Don’t you know anything?” Now she was being insulted by her imagination.
“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said, and tossed the little man out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine.
Kyland could only blink at her in response but he supposed that answered one question. Marin was completely unaware of magic. Most likely freezing the sprite and flinging the car away were done on instinct, not purpose. He needed to find out why… Why didn’t Marin know about her abilities and why had it taken twenty-one years for her gifts to surface. Surely she would have noticed that she was magical over the last two decades if she was having flashes of power every time she became upset.
“I want my clothes,” Marin hissed.
“I have told you. They were ruined…” Kyland didn’t manage to get any further. The jolt of power that came his way this time was so strong that he was knocked to the floor. Who would have guessed that such a temper was hidden within such a slight form.
“Then give me yours.” Marin forgot to hold up her comforter in her anger, not that Kyland was about to complain. She was extremely beautiful. Curves that begged to be touched flowed with the smoothest skin he had ever seen, and her eyes… He could stare into them forever.
With her power riding close, Marin’s eyes were the color of the finest opals. At a glance and without the added power, they appeared to be a mesmerizing light blue. But at this moment and in the midst of her anger, he saw rainbow sparks blazing like small prisms within her eyes.
Marin was about 5’6”, average for a woman but to Kyland’s 6’8” she was petite. Her golden light blonde hair fell past her waist, and was currently shining like a mixture of white and rose gold. She was beautiful, and even angry, she was a goddess.
Finders Keepers, sneak peak, Not for distribution outside Author’s Permission © Tracey Clark