So the book I'm supposing to be writing Diamond Dirt is pushed to the back burner. There is another story that is taking over. Two characters are begging for their story to be told. Here is a brief summary. Be on the lookout in the coming months for more sneak peeks and a publishing date.
Beau and Amelia are facing a difficult time in their lives. Can their love for each other shine through the darkness?
That feeling when you type the first words of a new book:amazing! #amwriting #book8 #cantwaittodivedeeper
So I'm reviewing my outline for my new book and I had to share one tiny hint of a scene with you. Facebook has its moments and this was something I found funny when I read it. This scene has been with me for so long. In fact, it was the first thing scene I had for this book.
So here is the tiny hint of a scene. There is a spider in bathroom killed with gliter body spray.
I can't wait to write that scene and the rest of the book.
"I see the ferry, it looks like a pirate ship."
"Are you sure?" Kim asked.
"Yes, it has that pirate flag that Captain Hook flies," Maggie replied. "The black one with the bones on it."
"The Jolly Roger," Kim supplied. "Captain Hook's flag is called the Jolly Roger."
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"Momma, you wouldn't look good in prison orange," Kim said.
"Are you kidding? I can rock any color if it meant peace of mind," Mary laughed.
Wear your valor as well as you do your lace.
This one phrase has so much meaning behind it for Kimberly. It was also the phrase that helped me dive deeper into her character and paint the story the way it should be. I can't wait to share Matthew and Kimberly's story with everyone! #slaythedemon #amwriting #deadlineapproaching #2017
If your father wasn't such a great man, I might have to push him over the bridge on the way home. #slaythedemon #amwriting #2017
You cannot be mad at the darkness because then we wouldn't see the stars. - Kimberly, Slay the Demon
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"You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it." Margaret Thatcher
Diving deeper into Slay the Demon and my pinterest board. There are a lot of quotes that are awesome for my characters but this one captures the scene I'm working on so well. I will leave you with one quote that is from me. Happy Friday!
"To slay a demon, you have to face it."
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Here is a sneak peak of Slay the Demon.
“I trust everyone is working on their papers due Monday,” Mrs. Miller said as the class groaned. “Now, I want you to clear your desks.”
Kim knew what that meant; they were having a pop quiz. Everyone else knew the drill. Pop quizzes were Mrs. Miller’s favorite way to test her students.
“You will have ten minutes…” Mrs. Miller said, but was interrupted by something that had never echoed down the hallways.
Gunshots.
Screams pierced the air as more gunshots echoed down the halls. There was chaos everywhere as people ducked under chairs and desks.
“Get down!” Mrs. Miller shouted.
Scrambling out of her seat, Kimberly hit the floor hard as the classroom door burst open. Her knees were on fire as she scrambled under her desk. She hit her head as she readjusted under the desk. Rubbing the side of her head, she dared a glanced up and saw one of the other students standing in the doorway with a gun in hand.
Was this a drill? This couldn’t be happening, could it?
Everything froze as she watched Dallas raise the gun. Dallas was going to shoot at them? Nothing made sense right now. It was like a scene of out one of those big budget movies Monica loved so much, except she knew the actors in this movie.
“Please don’t shoot,” Mrs. Miller pleaded with her hands raised in front of her.
“Shut up! I’m in control now!” Dallas yelled as he took aim and squeezed the trigger.
Several thoughts flashed through Kim’s mind as the bullets flew around the room. More screams filled the air, but she heard nothing. One thought was on repeat in her mind.
She didn’t tell her parents she loved them this morning.
In the rush of trying to find something cute to wear, putting on her makeup, braiding her hair, and leaving, she didn’t pause long enough to say those three little words. Her parents had been enjoying their coffee and breakfast when she rushed past them.
She was pulled from her thoughts as pain radiated from her body. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture her parents, but all she saw was blood.
