Nicole French has launched book two of her Spitfire Series on Amazon, Legally Mine!
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I went to Books At Park Place in Saint Petersburg, Florida and signed with some other really great authors!
Today was great! After I left, I went to my day job and was surrounded by such an array of support!
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Internet peoples! Here it is! A sneak peak into my sequel in the Halfling Series, ‘Rebellion’.
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The washed out dirt road stopped abruptly in front of the darkened tree line. She wasn’t sure where she was supposed to be going as she put the car into park and turned off the headlights. Karma Pierce hated driving at night since the accident. In fact, she was lucky just to have a vehicle since the majority have been seized last year by vampire who wanted to prove how much more advanced and terrifying they were compared to the rest of them. Karma hated them, including her ex-best friend.
Sarah had left Karma high and dry in the middle of a stupid suicide mission. Why did Sarah have to go in on her own? Granted, it had been fifteen years since it all happened, but the wounds still felt fresh to the caramel colored witch. In the time since Sarah’s disappearance, Karma refused to believe that Sarah was dead.
Karma had since learned to use her powers. Her mother always had insisted she control them by not using them, but when the cafeteria blew up that one morning when the quarterback dumped Karma’s lunch onto the ground… Karma couldn’t help it.
Karma looked at her phone, to no avail. The vampires knocked out all of the cell towers months ago, but Karma still had hope. Hope that would drive her to bring the biggest rebellion in history out into the open, once she had the numbers that is. She had so much work to do, barely even having ten volunteers to help. She needed more people and they were out in the marshes of Louisiana hiding out from the vampires. Karma had to find them.
The map was drenched from the rain that weighed Karma’s long black hair around her shoulders. She turned on her flashlight, putting the map on the hood of the car. She already made it this far, she should be able to get to the rest of the hideouts easily.
“Karma,” her boyfriend’s voice boomed. He always tried to be quiet in stressful situations but his voice just carried too easily. “We went the wrong way.” He got out of the car, towering over it. Karma loved the guy, but he was too obvious. She couldn’t take him anywhere without being noticed.
“Thy,” she responded. “We are almost there. I can feel it.” Karma looked to the sky, feeling the raindrops fall upon her face.
“Can we trust that guy?” he asked, referring to the latest volunteer who seemed a little too finicky to be of any good.
“Ty,” Karma growled. “I’m concentrating.”
Tyson Rivera was a great boyfriend to Karma, he just wasn’t exactly the sharpest of minds. Not the dullest of minds, granted, but definitely in need of a book . He was over six feet tall and built like a racehorse. He spent a lot of his time in the makeshift gym at the base trying to stay buff and hone in on his fighting skills. He was also a werewolf, so every full moon he became a monster. Karma could always tell when a full moon was on the way because it would make Tyson anxious and rather moody, she said it was like he was on a wolf-period.
Karma gasped, feeling an overwhelming amount of power surge through her. Everything whited out around her and a picture began to form in her mind. There was a stone cell with iron doors beginning to rust, a sleeping Sarah with her long brown hair swirled around her face was inside of the cell. A sense of relief flew over Karma to see that her friend didn’t abandon her, but instead was capture. There was a burly man outside of the gate staring at Sarah with a sad look over his face as he fidgeted with the keys before putting on into the door. The door swung open and he knelt down to Sarah. “Time to go, katyonak.” His voice was gravelly with a heavy Russian accent. The voice comforted Karma as she watched the man pick up Sarah and take her out of the cell. Sarah’s body was limp against the large man, her head banging over his arm as if she were unconscious. She looked pastier than normal and was just skin and bones.
“Karma!” Tyson yelled, shaking his girlfriend’s shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh?” Karma asked, coming out of her trance.
“What happened?” he asked, wiping a tear away from Karma’s cheek.
“She’s alive, Ty.” Karma began laughing and hugging her long-term boyfriend.
“Sarah!” Karma laughed. “We can do this!”
She grabbed the map from the car and began to walk through the dense undergrowth and water of the marsh. Plants brushed against her legs as she continued to walk and branched hit her face. Nothing could slow down Karma now that she knew that there was still hope. Everything was different now.
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So, my internet readers… Today is a different kind of post.
I’ve already said before to set goals in order to achieve your writing goals. Daily Goals or How my goals help me are two times I have referenced the topic before. Question is: Do I still believe that goals are something to live by? The answer is obvious. Yes.
I have some major projects coming out under a pen name plus the sequel and the novella attached to the Halfling Series, this year alone. Keep in mind, I also work. I posted a blog last week that I love on my 3 YouTube Videos to Watch. If I didn’t take the small times throughout the day in order to write, nothing would be coming out this year.
I have a lot of things that I have to work through and deal with on everyday basis, but that’s just like everybody else. My point is: Anyone, given enough stamina, preparation, and talent, can write a book. Why do I say talent? Well because let’s face it, if you didn’t have talent writing, why would you to begin with? If you have a talent with cars, don’t you play around with them? What about skiing or coloring? It all runs the same. But talent doesn’t get you everywhere. In fact, that is only 1/4 of the battle. Without the stamina and perseverance to finish that book you’ve always wanted to write, the talent won’t et you anywhere. So the stamina and perseverance is 1/2 of the challenge. The other 1/4 is preparation and goals. Why do I say you only need 1/4 of this in order to complete your book?
The answer is simple. The first draft is telling yourself the story. And with the talent, and stamina, you’ll research and complete your project. But just for a simple first draft, you still need the preparation, but not a whole lot until later.
How would you be able to set up your preparation? Goals in writing, to me, would be a self project. Why? Because, right now, I value writing more than I would anything else. This is something that I, personally, want. Thus I do it for myself, most of all, more so than just trying to publish everything. Which I still intend to do, as well.
Chron.com lists some valuable reasons to why goal-setting is important. The one I agree with most of all is that it brings motivation to people.
Mindtools.com talks about setting your goals. I would go into more detail but I’m already over 400 words for this post, so it’s getting a little too long! 🙂
But I will be sure to post later about how to set up your writing goals and give my life examples to why it works.
Love you all,