{Writing Journal} Day 38: Writing The Accidental Guardian

This entire week has been terrible for writing productivity. Monday my website went down and didn’t come back. It took me four days just to redo it from the limited backup I had of it. Something will never be fixed. Then I had to go through all my accounts and make some minor changes for the year ahead. I hope I got everything. So other than Monday and Friday where I actually accomplished some writing, the week has been a bust. 😦

While I was hoping to start on The Rebel’s Bride today, I really needed to read over what I have first and work on some changes having to do with The Accidental Guardian before I forgot them, since this book is moving into my “to-write someday soon queue”. I have to finish The Rebel’s Bride and The Warrior’s Lady under Stephannie Beman and Escaping Hell under Anne Johanson.

Total Word Count for Today: 795

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

Irei rounded the sharp corner and his steps faltered. She sat on the edge of the cliff, a goddess in this surreal world. The sun captured the exquisite outline of her body, burning the image into his mind forever. Normally hidden under her hood, her waist length hair flew unrestrained on the keening moan of the wind. Her unruly tress of brown-black hair shone in the sun, sparks of red flaming in the sun. There was certain symbolism in the way she gazed out over the horizon, her bare legs hanging dangerously over the edge of the cliff, her sights inward.

Furia was a part of this wild, turbulent land. Her blood and soul infused the land with life. It sang to her body, heart, and soul. She was Furia, creator of this world and its people. The oldest and the strongest of the Shalimara.

Irei slowed his pace, unwilling to break the little peace she was able to find in her life.

She blinked as if waking from a dream and turned. The Lady looked up at him in puzzlement as if she thought he was a figment of her imagination. In moments she was on her feet and across the clearing. “Ih gyal,” was her delighted shout and his only warning as she threw herself into his arms.

He stood there in stunned surprise, holding her to him. She hadn’t hugged him in a long, long time. Centuries upon centuries ago, she had clung to him in this way. But that was before the Dark One had massacred her creations.

Not wanting the moment to end he held her against him breathing in her scent. “Ih ara,” he whispered, rocking her gently.

She stepped back, a wide grin on her face. “What brings you to my world, Irei?”

Her simple words sobered him instantly, as he remember why he had come. “He’s returned.”