{Writing Journal} Day 32: Excerpt from The Rebel’s Bride

Today was a split day. Half my time went toward writing and the other have was cover design. I spent a long time looking at pictures for the cover of the next series I’ll be writing after this. I was only going to write the one book, and only because it was about 50,000 words into the story. However, I decided last night to do the same thing with that series that I’m doing with The Queen’s Rebellion Series. Write all the books. Edit all the books. And publish each book one month apart.

The only reason I decided to create the covers now is that I’m going to try to working on both series at the same time. This may or may not work in my favor, but I’d like to try it. Much like outlining, the first time I did it, it didn’t work. Now I know that I’m more planner than panster (writing by the seat of my pants) when I write. So maybe I’ll be able to work on more than one book at a time. It’s worth the try.

As for The Rebel’s Bride, everything is flowing nicely now.  Because of changes I needed to make with the manuscript over the Christmas holidays I went from half-way there to a little over a fourth of the way through. It’s a little discouraging, but not enough to stop me from writing. 😀

Total Word Count for Today: 1,820


Disclaimer: These snippets are unedited and might be entirely different in the final version.

Keeping to the deep shadows, Mina made her way toward Boran’s tent. She knew within a few minutes that she was being followed. She could feel them behind her. She caught glimpses of them here and there. She heard the whispers of movement. She kept her steps unhurried, as if she hadn’t a care in the world or anywhere to be.

A man stepped out of the shadows, heading purposefully toward her. She couldn’t see his face and only prayed that it was Raser and not someone else looking for a Breeder’s company. She put a seductive sway into her step, letting the cloak fall open to reveal the dress underneath. As uncomfortable as it made her feel, Kiptal had chosen the perfect disguise with her pale skin. No Demonii female had her color of skin, but the Breeders were by far the closest in coloring. As long as she kept the hood over her head and her face hidden, no one would be the wiser.

She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she recognized Raser. His cocky grin split across his handsome face and a twinkle entered his eye. “Looking for a good time, sweetheart.”

If he laughed at her attempt to be seductive, she might have to hurt him. Sensual and seductive were not in her list of skills.
He approached her swiftly, swinging her into his arms, and chuckled, his voice low. “Kiptal sent me.”

She stiffened at being touched so intimately by a man that was not Cynel and shoved her first reaction to kick him in his manly parts aside, forcing a giggle out of her mouth. It was far to stilted and her body too stiff. She had to play the whore and convince Peloti’s spies or they would suspect her and stop them.