{Writing Journal} Day 35: Writings from The Rebel’s Bride

This whole week has been kinda a pain in the arse and which I’m not going into details about other than to say I didn’t get much writing done. Monday ended up being a long day of cleaning and hanging out with my adorable hubby. He had the day off and we decided to catch up on some stuff around the house and in our personal lives. After that, the kids were home and I spent time with them. I did get onto the computer to write around 8pm that night, and even then it was really too late for me to do much more than clean up the ending of two scenes I left the last time I wrote. The Internet was being a bit of a pain with all the wind so I didn’t post. Regardless my word count that day ended up being 1,100.

The next few days were even worst with a hundred words here and there, which I find very frustrating. Since writing before hubby and the kids leave for the day is far too hard for me to accomplish and we have to feed cows around mid-morning, I’ve kinda given up trying to write before 10am. I found that I really need a solid two to three hour block per session to get into the flow. I’ve tried breaking up my day into smaller writing sessions with breaks, but found that if I stop, I’ll find something more pressing to do and never return to it. I really respect authors who can write in spurts. Sadly, I’m not very good at it.

Total Word Count for the Week: 1,637


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

Less then an hour back at the camp and he was being followed. At first it was little more than an annoyance, but the tail was moving closer and he’d be damned before he allowed anyone to stab him in the back. His hand dropped to the hilt of his dagger, drawing it ever so slowly.

He tensed a moment before he heard her voice, “Wondered how long it would take you to realize you were being followed. Where are you headed, Kiptal?”

Sheathing his dagger, he turned toward the only other woman he’d loved since the day his beloved wife and precious daughter had been slaughtered. “Going to visit my favorite Breeder.”

She snorted. “Don’t lie to me. We both know you don’t use those women sent to you.”

He arched a brow. “And how do you know that?” he asked, trying to sound affronted by her accusation when he couldn’t be further from that. “Are you spying on me, Tallyn?”

She shook her head. “I don’t need to. The children born to your Breeder don’t carry your genetic code.” She glanced toward the Cynel’s tent. “Where’s my daughter and her protector?”

“Well she was in her tent. But then no one has really seen her since Cynel left without a word. Maybe you should go check on her.”

Tallyn dark eyes sharpened. “We both know that she’s not there. What have you done with her?”

“Maybe I decided to take all of your unhelpful advice and marry her myself, despite that fact that she’s already married to my friend.”

“What game are playing, Kiptal?

{Writing Journal} Day 34: Snippets from The Rebel’s Bride

I didn’t get as much done as I hoped I would have today, but then I’m still getting over a bout of the flu and had some house chores that needed to be done. Hopefully, I’ll do better tomorrow.

Total Word Count for Today: 879


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

His hand touched cold metal. The chains clank loudly against the wall, echoing in the vast room. The whispered voices quieted. The deafening silence making him uncomfortable. The rasp of a shoe on stone drew his attention to the right and the blurry shadow rushing toward him. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, preparing for a fight.

The floral and citrus scent hit him first, bringing memories of Mina to his foggy mind. The woman knelt beside him. Cool hands touched his face, cupping his cheeks. Warm lips pressed to his. The scent and taste of Mina filled his senses and before he could rethink his actions he was drawing her into his lap, kissing her back, needing this contact.

She pulled back first. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t awaken. The poison should have been lethal. And when they brought me to you…you were so weak. ”

He shook his head, holding her tightly to him, not caring what happened to him, just that he had her in his arms and she was safe. He had to keep her safe and he couldn’t do that if they killed him. The only chance he had at living life with the woman who was more important to him then the air he breathed was to take her and run. Maybe then he could protect her. Maybe then they would have a chance.

{Writing Journal} Day 33: Excerpts from The Rebel’s Bride

I had a little time to work this morning before everyone woke up and wanted mama to cook breakfast. Although lately my youngest wants to cook her own breakfast and has become very proficient at preparing oatmeal with adult supervision. If given the chance I think she would eat it for every meal. Not sure if it’s because she loves it that much or because it’s the easiest meal she knows how to cook so far. The oldest daughter prefers pancakes.

Anyways, I worked on another scene for The Rebel’s Bride bringing me another step closer to the midpoint of the book. Yay! Strangely enough, I’m not experiencing “I don’t want to write the middle!” syndrome that I usually have. I’m actually excited and a little impatient to get back to writing. Which might explain why I was up at 4am today.

Now it’s 7am and I’m off to make homemade bread to go with our lunch. Have a great Sunday!

Total Word Count for Today: 1,699


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

“I need to know why did Cynel left the camp?”

She shook her head, her. “He told me he went to get someone. He seemed to think it was important. What happened?”

Kiptal shook his head. “Not sure. I was told that he left camp by one of the sentries. I decided to follow him out into the desert and found him wounded. He’s fevered and violent.”

She pushed past him and he let her go, falling into step with her. “Why didn’t you bring him to me?”

“Because I don’t know why he was out here. I don’t know what happened or why he killed the man with him. I don’t know if anyone at the camp is involved. We need answers, Mina, and right now he is the only one who has them.”

The infection was raging through his body, taking what was a strong man and weakening him by the hour. He was alive now only by sheer willpower and the strength of his body, but even those couldn’t fight forever. His body would give under the strain it was under.

She’d applied every herbal concoction she could think of to combat the fever and even used her healing magic to slow the damage being done. It hadn’t changed his downward spiral into death. She couldn’t heal him like she’d done with Vokal, a little here and there. The damage was too extensive and she feared caused by a poison on the blade that had nearly punctured his heart. Her only recourse now was to use her healing magic to fix the damage and if she didn’t start soon, there would be nothing she could do. But what she needed to do couldn’t be hidden from the watchful eyes of Cynel’s men. They would notice the drastic improvements to their leader. They would see the toll it would take on her as exhaustion claimed her. If it claimed her before she’d finished healing him, he could be dead before she recovered. To fix him, she needed their energy and strength. If they refused, she would watch her husband die.

Her heart lurched at the idea and the tears finally fell. She tried to be silent and hide the weakness from the men gathered in the cavern. She tried to hide her fear from the men, talking quietly by the fire. A hand rested on her shoulder and she quickly ducked her head, wiping away the tears. It was a futile attempt.

Arms encircled her shoulders, drawing her against a powerful chest, and the sobs she’d tried so hard to hold back were let lose. She sobbed into his chest, her hands clenched the front of his shirt and her cries muffled against the cloth. He rocked her silently for several minutes. Rubbing circles on her back and speaking nonsense to her in soothing tones. Finally she quieted, but he didn’t let her go, and she wondered who was giving comfort to who now.

“Is there nothing more you can do to save him?” Kiptal whispered into her hair, his voice cracking on his grief.

She pulled back enough to meet his eyes and saw the same feelings in her soul in Kiptal’s eyes. Fear and devastation at the thought of losing him. They couldn’t lose Cynel and she wouldn’t watch him die out of fear for her safety. “Who is he to you, Kiptal?”

He swallowed convulsively, his eyes telling her the truth his lips did not. “He’s like a son to me.” Not like. He was a son to Kiptal. She could hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes. Cynel was as much a son to Kiptal and she was a daughter to Darton. They were men who had taken pity on orphaned children and raised them as if they were children of their loins.

{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.

{Writing Journal} Day 31: Snippets from The Rebel’s Bride

Well, I’m done writing for the day. I didn’t get the chance to write until nearly 7pm because hubby is here in the mornings and there are more than a few chores that have to be done before he leaves for work. Then I had a friend drop in for a visit this afternoon. After that it was cooking dinner before the kids got home, and then spending time with them before bed.

Even thought I’m tired, I refused to head to bed until I wrote something. Now I’m not to happy with the scene I worked on tonight. Since I’m a linear writer there is no skipping the scene because I’m not in the mood to write a fight scene , so this one ended up written more like a screenplay then an novel. I’ll probably have to rewrite it later, but for the moment I’ll be heading to the next scene.

Total Word Count for Today: 881


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

His vision blackened and he scrambled away, jerking the knife from his chest. Hot blood gushed down his chest. He had to stanch the flow quick or he’d be dead before the man had the chance to strike a second blow. “Why?” he asked, not really expecting an answer from the uncommunicative men, but trying to buy himself time.

“You Nyfeli always think you’re so strong and smart. You couldn’t even see the trap you so willingly walked into.”

Cynel gathered the last of his wanning strength, watching the assassin stalk closer. “Who sent you?”

“You won’t care where you are going.”

The assassin lunged.

{Writing Journal} Day 30: Snippets from The Rebel’s Bride

OMG, I almost forgot to post today! That’s what I get for allowing myself to get wrapped up with cover designs. 😀

Anyways, I was happy and sad to see the kids head back to school today. Happy because I got to really work for the first time since Christmas break started, which felt really nice. Sad because I had to send them away for the day. I love my little ones. not sure why they have to grow up.

After they left, I spent some of the morning writing The Rebel’s Bride before heading out to feed the cows with hubby. Then it was back to work on the story for awhile. I started a new scene that I’m not the happiest with, not sure what’s wrong with it but I’m hoping a good night sleep will help me figure it out. If not, I’ll reread it tomorrow to see if I can fix it before continuing on. If not, I’m going to keep going and figure it out later.

Total Word Count for Today: 1,133


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

“I just want to be normal, Cyn.”

He stroked her cheek. “I know. But that isn’t your destiny, my love.”

“We make our own destiny. Together.”

“Are you sure you still want a lowly soldier?” he teased her, nibbling at her neck.

She giggled, wiggling in his arms. “You’re my warrior, my Nyfeli.” She touched the talisman around his neck. “I want to see you, Cyn. The real you.”

He drew away from her with a shake of his head. “Not tonight.”
Mina watched him as he removed his weapons and put them away. “Why not?”

{Writing Journal} Day 29: Snippets from The Rebel’s Bride

I’m still working on making the outline changes I need for The Rebel’s Bride (books 2) and The Warrior’s Lady (books 3) so the books run smoothly, I don’t leave anything out, and the series ends as strong as it started. I moved much of the ending to book 2 to book 3 because The Rebel’s Bride was running way too long and would have ended in a cliffhanger if I left it as it was. I hate books that aren’t complete. I decided the best course would be to shorten the ending of The Rebel’s Bride.


As for book 3, I added the scenes I took from book 2 and those from book 4 that I wanted to use. The Warrior’s Lady didn’t have as much action as I wanted and it needed to be longer. Book 3 needs to do more than to just wrap up the series, it needed to have it’s own story. It might take me another day to figure out book 3’s outline, but at least I’m liking the books better now.

But outlining wasn’t all I did today. I added new words. Yay me!

Total Word Count for Today: 4,862


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

“Mina,” Cynel murmured behind her, the heat of his body seeping through her clothes and warming her chilled body. His hands closed around her arms, drawing her into the comfort of his arms.

Panic slammed into her, eroding the last of her self-control. She shoved his hands away. “Don’t touch me, Cyn. Not now.”

She couldn’t let him touch her and not fall apart. She couldn’t touch him and not want to seek oblivion in his arms. She needed to keep her mind clear to think and plan, to understand the full import of what had taken place in the tent today. If he touched her, she wasn’t sure she could resist him. If she gave in to her need for his comforting embrace right now, she feared she would regret anything that happened between them. At the same time, she wished she could act upon her desire to fall into his arms and let him erase the last hour of her life for a little while.