The INSISTANT calling of another book while you are fighting to finish your most recent creation! I love that my mind is swimming with ideas, plots, characters, worlds, magical powers, terrifying monsters and many, many more things, but I WISH I had a little compartment I could store them in while I finish the project I am working on. A soundproof compartment preferably.
Normally I would follow my heart and listen to the screaming voice telling me to work on that new idea, that new character, that new romance scene, but I am planning the release of my second Twin Souls Novel for the end of March! 4 weeks! anyone who writes knows the pressure of an upcoming deadline. There is Beta reading, edits, contacting bloggers and a range of readers to review the book and thats not even close to what is left to do on the list!
I am known for having many projects on the go, sift through my website and you will find The God of the Darklands, a trilogy I have been working on over the years (feel free to check out the excerps) I give it my spare time between work, Twin Souls, my family and my friends. I am good at multi-tasking and taking on stress, I love that feeling of nerves and excitement and fear as the deadline draws near to the release of a new book.
But...there is a book I recently started working on because the idea would not shake loose. Harmlessly, I breathed life to a plot that I was sure I could put aside and work on later when I had finished Fateless, the second book in the Twin Soul Series. I was foolish! How could I have not known what I was getting in to?! And so I have been working on a story that has consumed far more of my time then I ever intended and I want to share with you a short excerpt to find out what you think. The few people I have shown snippets to are very excited.
So meet Jade...
"I was born Jade Heartbearer, daughter of Enya and Anick, but that was before my life was torn to shreds"
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and wondered if light would ever shine in my eyes the way it once did. As my mother's did before she was murdered and taken from this world. The chestnut brown of my irises had glittered with flecks of green. Now they were dull and dark, emotionless. The smile at my full lips appeared genuine; it hid the sorrow that punished me night and day.
Dark hair was piled on my head in irksome curls, cascading down my shoulders to flow over the silk that wrapped around my body. The little flowers woven in to my hair insisted on grazing my ears irritatingly. I resisted the urge to scratch them, or rip them from my head.
This evening I had a part to play. It wasn’t the usual type of Assassin work I was accustomed to but it was a means to an end.
The end of a life.