Time is just flying like crazy, no? I took a 2 month break from book-writing and did ghostwriting, and now I'm back to book-writing, and I have started writing like mad. Seriously. At a pace of 6K words a day. I hope I can keep this up, because now I'm on a schedule. Have to finish 1st draft by November 5th, before going to OryCon, and have to finish the book before March 2015, before going on my Amtrak train adventure. Yes, they have finally reached out to me and I'm asking to be put on the train in March or after. More on that as it gets close to Spring 2015.
Now. As is my custom. I am going. To post here. An excerpt, the very opening, in fact, of the 1st draft of CORNERS, for you to tell me what you think. Here we go.
A novel by Ksenia Anske, Draft 1
Chapter 1. Number 348
The world had corners. All kinds of corners. Dark creepy corners, dusty corners, corners full of spider webs—not that Bells was afraid of spiders, she wasn’t, but we’ll come back to that later. What was it again? Ah, corners. We were talking about corners. Secret forgotten corners (ohh, are you scared yet?). Hidden corners. Corners to be discovered, like pages of a book that hasn’t been read. Hasn’t even been written. Waiting to opened and fallen inside. If you knew where to look, of course. Bells knew. And didn’t. She didn’t know she knew, she was about to find out.
“Piss it!” She yelled at Peacock.
“Watch where you’re going!”
“Gee. Bossy today.” Peacock steered his bike out of the way.
Bells furiously pedaled past, head high, dark pony tail whipping in the wind.