Her name whispered through his head, seeking out the hidden corners he had abandoned years ago. Her figure danced behind his eyes, taunting him as she walked away. Her auburn hair fell in loose curls to hug her figure as she swayed her hips, her sword moving in time with her strong stride. She didn’t look back.
You sent her away, remember? Right, the less distractions, the better. He fingered his sword hilt, trying to banish her from his thoughts and turn them to the task at hand. Soon, his troop would be leaving, and he would need all the concentration he could muster. Instead, all he could think of was running his hands up her curves, her muscled body leaning into his…
“Highness? Are you even listening?” His squire shook his head. “Forgive me, Highness, but shouldn’t we be preparing for war? Not mooning over some nobody.”
Sighing, Lucas refocused on the maps in front of him.
So, I’ve done it. I’ve finally sent out a query to an agent about my novella.
I have mixed emotions about this. While I am trying not to get my hopes up, I find that the damage has already been done. They are up, no stopping it now. I also find myself pessimistic, “what ifs” hanging around my head. What if it’s not good enough? What if it’s not long enough?
What if they like it?
I’m trying to hope for the latter while realizing the former. Sure, it’s just one query to one person. But it’s a start.
Now, off to write something else to take my mind off waiting for an answer!
My life hasn’t turned out how I wanted it to.
I had dreams. I was going to be someone. I studied hard, worked long hours training to be the best. I was the youngest of my family to ever attend the University. I was the only of my line to complete the long coursework. But I wanted more than that.
I wanted love.
I wanted love in the cliche way that young girls dream about. I wanted to come home to my dinners made fresh, with a handsome face smiling at me as if I was the only person in the world. I wanted his strong arms to wrap around me, holding me every time like it was the first and last time he would hold me. I wanted that spark, that romance to last deep into the years we would spend together. I wanted a sweet proposal, a full-tilt wedding, a house on a hill and bundles of joy.
But it wasn’t to be. That’s ok, I told myself. One can still live a full life, while dreams live on in the places where we hide them. So, I continued my training far past the time where I had mastered it, striving to make some other meaning out of my life. Perhaps it just wasn’t the right time, I said. It will happen. But days turned into years, and in one swift sword strike my life changed.
I’d become one of the Hunted.
I have several ideas that I’d like to pursue, but I’m having a hard time picking which one to go with. While ultimately I just need to pick one and roll with it, I don’t know which idea and characters I’d like to spend the time getting to know.
My ideas include:
Xandra, Guardian of Mankind – I picture her as a mortician to the other world, keeping man from learning of the things that go bump in the night. She also keeps an Imp with her as a pet.
Melissa – Spy, Faye Spy. Quick-witted and sarcastic, trying to stay ahead of others that would kill her because she knows too much.
Quickwing – A reinvision of the Pegasus story, Percy Jackson style.
And a few other children’s book ideas, such as filling out my “Bennie Learns To…” series.
There is also the possibility of spending more time with Meryl and Kyra, which should take priority if I ever want to get it published.