I have been rather busy lately with school assignments and exams, reading for reviews, and family life. But I have also been working on something else lately, a dream of mine actually. It will probably take awhile to get it out there, but I have no problem telling you what it is that I am currently working on for a little bit each day.
A book. The reviewer is writing a book. Which is amusing to think that someday I will be in the authors shoes, looking for pleasant reviews. Another thing that is crossing my mind is how I am often hard on the authors that I review for, pointing out mistakes and such. It will be interesting to see if I can see where they have gone wrong and right and learn from it and release an amazing book. I'm working on a YA Paranormal book. It won't be released for bare minimum, a year.
What is the point of this post you ask? Well, I figured I wouldn't be able to post a review for at least another few days yet and thought I'd share something to keep you all reading my posts. So I figured I would just update you on what I have been doing and what it is that is making it take me slightly longer to read a book. I am still spending more time reading then I am writing. But what is really holding back my progress is my school life (or lack there of).
Please feel free to comment on any of these posts. I love seeing your feedback. Now to end this post, I will leave you with the prologue of what I am currently writing. Post at yous again soon ;)
My eyes whipped open and I blinked several times trying to make out my surroundings. After struggling for my eyes to adjust for a few moments I realized that they were not going to adjust. Where ever I was, it was dark. Really really dark.
After failing to see something in the darkness that clung to me, I couldn't help but smell that I was somewhere damp. It smelled like the moist earth that you potted your spring flowers in. Without the fresh smell of the flowers.
My fear was so strong that it paralyzed me. I had to close my eyes again and try to slow my breathing. When I finally reopened them I tried to move my arms to try and figure out my surroundings by touch. That is when the real terror set in. I could feel the wood all around me, I was in a box. No, it was more like an old wooden coffin.
I began to scream. I screamed so long and so loud that my voice got all raw and scratchy until eventually I couldn't scream anymore. The combination of the darkness, the moist earth, and the surrounding wooden coffin feel had my mind racing wildly. Did they bury me? How could they of not known that I was not yet dead? How did I get here? My mind was racing and I had to close my eyes tightly again to try and remember how I had gotten here in the first place. Slowly some memories came back.
I was a freshman at college. I just started the year a week ago. I hadn't had time to explore campus yet. Then it all came flooding back. The party. The adorable guy that was sitting across the room looking all hot and bad ass. The kiss. The need for privacy. What happened when we were alone...