It's almost the end of January and I've had 28 days to start work on my second draft of Project Pea. I've only started rewriting Chapter 3 tonight (there are currently 21 chapters), but the great thing is that I've gotten a lot more done than just actually writing more content. Before I even started … Continue reading How To Do a Draft Two
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The Spirit of the Forest
Emma was only off the main trail for two minutes before she was lost. For a few minutes more, she didn't really care. She sang along to Imagine Dragons under her breath, considering the lyrics. She wasn't sure why she liked love songs so much when she'd never been in love. Once the song ended, … Continue reading The Spirit of the Forest
The Sound of the Mournful Flute
Prompt: Write about two characters who each want to change the same thing, but resolve to go about it in very different ways. People kept to themselves in the Living Forest. There were legends that long ago, the trees used to pass messages freely from town to town without anyone having to get on horseback, … Continue reading The Sound of the Mournful Flute
Project Pea Update
Where have I been, you may ask? Writing a book, I will answer. On December 1st, I finally began writing an idea for a book I’ve had for 4-5 years now. I’ve been calling it Project Pea—both because I want to keep the title a secret, and most likely my original title is going to … Continue reading Project Pea Update
Moths and Butterflies
Penned using my brand new Rocketbook, which I’ll be talking about in a post later this week!
Writeober Day 30: Tedious
Sara and James stopped as they came to a wide bridge that passed over the Jumatan River. It wasn’t a spoken decision, but they both knew what was waiting for them under the bridge. James took his sister’s hand. “We might as well get it over with,” he said, trying to be the brave one. … Continue reading Writeober Day 30: Tedious
Writeober Day 25: Sharp
In a country, near a village, in a tiny wood, there was a tree. It was surrounded by many of its own kind, but this one tree in particular was special. As the village grew and the people tried to expand the road and construct more buildings, they cut down the edges of the wood … Continue reading Writeober Day 25: Sharp
Writeober Day 24: Rain
It was a day that could only be described as miraculous. After months of starvation and drought, the clouds finally gathered and the rains poured down. The earth greedily soaked up the provision from heaven itself. The naiads and dryads that had shrivelled up along with the rivers and trees suddenly sprang back to life, … Continue reading Writeober Day 24: Rain
Writeober Day 17: Whispers
It was a whisper that started it all. The word was so soft that the King didn’t hear it until it became more than a whisper. It became talk. It became an idea. Next, it would become reality. The King retreated into his castle, throwing out anyone who breathed or thought the word. It spread … Continue reading Writeober Day 17: Whispers
Writeober Day 7: “I did. What about it?”
Olivia awoke to see something staring at her from outside her window. She screamed but kept her eyes on the thing, unable to look away. A pair of yellow eyes watched her, though they were filled with detached boredom rather than interest. Realising that the thing had no intention of doing any harm at present, … Continue reading Writeober Day 7: “I did. What about it?”
