Weekend Writing Sat-Sun (March 23rd - 24th) Tag #wwab to join in.

This weekend I will be working on Dark Illusions: The Final Chapter and tomorrow (Sunday) will be Hope of the Future.

Once I stop with these, I may end up working on Winged Shadows as a side project to fix the ideas I had with it. A lot of interest has been shown for a second, so if you've read it, let me know what you'd love to see, and any unanswered questions you may have. Perhaps Kora's story isn't quite finished yet. I'll knock on her door with your ideas and see if she'd like to tell me anything else. :)

I don't work with muse's. I knock on the doors of the characters in my mind. Demand them to tell me something fun. When I get questions and such from you, I go to them and ask them. See if they have something else to tell me. You know how selfish and narcissistic characters can be? They can be prodded into giving more stories. They sure love to talk about themselves, after all.

Here are some of the ideas being given for a DD2 and you can agree with them, or add your own. Love you guys. Don't hesitate to give more! ♥

Where is Kora's gift going to take her? Will it grow?
Perhaps Michael didn't really die.
More about Max and where he came from, why is he only comfortable with Kora, Mary, Michael, and Nitoh.
Where does Kiska factor into it all? The connection?
Is Kora something other than human?

Feel free to participate by tagging with #wwab and pop on by to say hi off and on throughout the weekend. :) It actually helps me focus on my writing to have that minute break here and there.

Saturday Updates:
DARK ILLUSIONS: THE FINAL CHAPTER

Will be starting the book at 38,460 words total in the book. Had some great thoughts pop in as to where I want to go with this, so I'm excited to get them down. This should be the very end of the series.
497 words and time I should get dressed. :p
3,233 words so far and time for lunckikins!
6139 total so far. Gotta start pizza dough.
Here is you a snippet. DRAFT form.

Kat spun around and looked up at Sean, “Really? Now you’re going to start that shit? Next you’ll pull your little boys out and compare size. Give me a fucking break.”

Sean grabbed her chin and Julian snarled, ready to attack. “Wrong move, Kat. Find your own fucking way out.” He shoved her backward, right into Julian’s grip.

Kat bucked away from him before he could enclose her in his grasp and Sean was gone. She whirled around, “Happy you sonofabitch?”

Julian’s gaze slid down her body, savoring it along the way. He brought his attention back to her face and nodded. “Yes.”

6929 words so far and now one must fix ze pizza for cookin!
Ending the night at 7601 total for the day. Leaving the book until next time, at a total of 46,098 words.

See you tomorrow!

Sunday Updates

HOPE OF THE FUTURE

Time to start writing. Today is Hope of the Future and I am beginning it at 39,245 words total. Let's get hopping'.
933 words so far. Must get charger for laptop. It's in the yellow! haha
Author google term "how long does it take to die from strangulation." lol My google searches sometimes make me feel like a criminal in the making. Goodness. Words total 1454 so far.
2375
5274 words so far.
Ending the night at 7559 total and that means the book is left now at, 46,804 words. Very lucrative weekend! Rather surprised at how good it turned out considering everything I've been doing.

♥

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