Book 2 coming to Amazon this summer. This week’s excerpt. Enjoy!
She sat like a soldier still on patrol. Relaxed by training but still coiled to respond to a threat with speed and decisiveness. It was in her eyes and it was unmistakable.
“You were a soldier?” He asked at last.
“Yes, For a time.” Was all she would say.
“It looks like you still are.”
There are so many images of writers: smoking, coffee guzzling, depressed alcoholics pouring their hearts and souls into their words. Those grizzled, introverted men who know writing is their raison d’être*, their one, true calling!
I don’t look like that.
I don’t smoke, nor drink coffee**, and I rarely drink alcohol, even socially. I’m about as ungrizzled as a person can be***.
The release is getting close for the second book in the Paladin’s Way series. It’s been such a wonderful journey. I’ve also had help from some super talented people that I hope to introduce at a later time.
I want to share some preview material so here’s the first installment.
Gib felt a slight itch in the center of his back and he knew the Marine in the Camos had already decided where to put the round from the M-16 if it became necessary. He carried it with a familiarity that came from a great deal of time with the weapon. Gib had seen in the young marine’s eyes that he might not want to shoot either of them, but if it came to it he would not hesitate. As much as Gib appreciated the young man’s sincerity, it didn’t do a thing to diminish the itch.
It’s a fearful and wondrous thing how our lives are sometimes nudged by events and the actions of others to put us here. Take the day and believe in something good. Give life a chance and let yourself be amazing.
When you work on a project like a novel, the trick is to keep coming back to it. Frequently. Hopefully, every day around the same time.
To do that you have to allow yourself to not be intimidated by the scope of the story or waylaid by some of the things life can throw at you. And just so you know, the former is not a problem for me. I actually can stare at a page (and not type a single word) for a couple of hours as the blood seeps from my brain. It’s the latter that sometimes stumps my ability to actually put words in a straight line so they make sense in the story.You know, how sometimes you just want to start screaming “Why?Why?Why?Why?”
Always getting no clue. But that is absolutely how life is.
Sorry, life is not full of answers. But it does have a way of presenting endless questions. It sucks, I know. So if you’re out there wondering “WHY?”, you’re not alone. There are innumerable hordes of us suckers out there wondering where the truck came from that left us with our hearts and brains oozing out on the street. Not all of us are trying to write a novel though. For us its a special problem. We spend an inordinate amount of time in our skulls anyway.
So if you are trying to work on your masterpiece, just realize that tomorrow is another day. YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS ONE. This day. This minute. Get mindful about right now. And for the love of God don’t trust your feelings. The human heart is a lying bastard. I promise you that’s a universal truth. Nowhere is it written that you must believe your thoughts (read feelings). It could be part of the reason you’ve been at 17000 words for the last six weeks. Believe me I understand.
Sometimes you just gotta pull a David Farragut on that stinkin “Why?” and say “Damn the torpedoes. Full speed ahead.”
Some days we wake up and we’re just not sure of anything. That’s how it feels for me sometimes anyway.
Here’s something that sort of spells it out. Maybe someone you know can relate. I think it’s a beautiful song.