Hey Guys:
I know it's been a while but I have been super busy... I know, it's no excuse to not write at least a few sentences.
As everyone knows, meaning the 43 people who have read my blog (hey one by one we'll get to the million) I am a writer on my spare time. I honestly wish I could be a writer all the time but we have to pay bills and I haven't pyblushed a book yet. God willing, someday soon.
Anyways, as a writer, I entered National Writing month, where one needs to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I have written 13,000 words so far and as of right now I should have written about 20,000, which means I am behind... I'm sure you're all wondering why am I writing to you instead of writing my novel. Well, I decided to give all of you a little excerpt of my novel so I can get your feedback. It would mean the world to me if you left me comments with your thoughts. So here goes, this excerpt is in no specific order.
"After a couple of failed attempts at catching I reel in a pretty big Perch and decide to call it a day. It has taken me over an hour to catch this stupid fish and the sun has already set. I am calculating I only have half an hour to make it home before I lose the light completely. I put everything away in my backpack and grab my rod so I can head home. I am walking around the edge of the town since Dad has always said to stay away from the center so I don’t run into the militia.
I turn a corner and start to notice that I’m being followed. Fishing in Egypt is extremely dangerous because if you get caught the men might take you and turn you into another one of their slaves. I decide to pick up the pace and see if I can lose them, I know I am being followed because of my fishing rod. I have no doubt that the men following me are militia men. I wonder why they haven’t gotten their guns out and stopped me. It occurs to me they might have been out taking a night off and probably left their guns at their headquarters. If I’m going to escape I need to do it fast. I want nothing more than to actually turn around and kick their ass in revenge of what they did to my family. If these men aren’t armed then they are completely useless. They are nothing but thugs and bullies, but if you take their guns away they are just a bunch of sissies. I turn a corner and throw my backpack on the floor, and I wait for them to turn the corner so I can kick their ass.
They turn the corner and I swing my rod in their direction and hit one of them in the eye. He yells at me and calls me by a very ugly name but I don’t give a crap, I am in the mood to kick some coward’s ass. The other man throws a punch in my direction but I block it and in return kick him in his stomach and he looks like all the air has left from his lungs. I decide to kick him in the face, my Dad always says you should always kick your opponent when they’re down, never give them the chance to get up. I grab the man’s hair and punch him in the face. His nose is bleeding and his eyes are half closed. I decide to move onto the next guy when I hear some men running up to where I’m standing. I cannot let them see me, so I decide to push the man toward the pavement. I grab my stuff and take off. As I am running I hear the men calling out to me to stop.
Thank God it has gotten dark, they will not fire at me and waste bullets unless they’re sure they can get me. I run fast, thanks to Hassan. We run every morning and are always racing to see who is the fastest. I hate losing, so I am the better runner of the two of us.
I am gaining some space from them when I turn on a corner and decide to go up to the roof of the building. I start climbing up a window and reach the top, now they can’t see me but they might be able to hear me, you never know what you might run into someone’s roof. I keep running and jumping from one building to the next, I hear the men behind me so I know I am no longer safe. These ones must work out if they are almost catching up to me, but I already know which side of town I am in. I have decided to go to the opposite side of where I live so when I lose them they go looking for me in the wrong place. I get to the end of one of the roofs and decide to jump down, it’s almost a ten feet high jump but I have to risk it. I’m pretty tall so I should be ok. I break the fall by rolling on the floor. I get up and I’m about to take off running again when a door opens.
“Follow me Sethos.” I don’t recognize the voice but I decide to go in. I know it’s a woman and I want to ask questions but I don’t have time. Who is she? And most importantly how does she know who I am? How did she know I would be coming through this alley? How did she know exactly when to open the door?
“Who-“ Before I can get the question out she cuts me off.
“Be quiet!” She says and even though it sounds like an order I know it’s not. Her voice is etched with concern and I know she wants me safe.
We stay in silence for several minutes. We hear people outside and the men running up and down but short of them opening every door and barging in, they’re gonna have to give up. About twenty minutes have passed and I am beginning to grow impatient.
“What were you going to ask before?” She asks me as she turns to walk into what seems like a long hallway.
Her voice sounded like music and honey and right now I know I need nothing more than to see her face.
“Who are you? How did you know to let me in? How did you know I wouldn’t be a danger to you?” I ask her, I had a million more questions. What was she doing alone in the middle of the night is another one, she could get hurt. I realized I was worried about a stranger. This wasn’t normal for me.
“Because you are not a danger to anyone Sethos.” She said as she turned to face me.
We had reached another side of the hallway where the moonlight got in through a window and I caught a glimpse of her face. I could tell she was beautiful but I couldn’t make out her features in detail.
“My name is Isis.” She said lowering her face when she realized I had been staring. “As to how did I know to let you in at that exact time? Well, let’s just say I have been waiting a very long time for this moment. I can’t tell you everything about myself tonight because we don’t have enough time. But don’t worry, we will see each other again.” She opened a door and motioned for me to get out. “Now, it’s time for you to go home.”
As she opened the door for me to get out, the light shone on her face and I could see her features perfectly. She was beautiful, she looked like a Goddess. She had a tanned complexion and her hair was ebony black and very long. She had thick bangs that reached all the way to her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were thick but arched and under them were hiding the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen.
They were big and full of emotions, trust being the main one. They were also as black as the impending night in front of us. They would have been disturbing if they didn’t exude kindness. She had a thin nose and full lips that were set in a straight line. She looked down at the floor and smiled shyly.
“Good Bye Sethos.” She said as she began to close the door. She had taken me out through another street and I knew the men were long gone.
“Wait!” I held the door and pushed it open. I couldn’t part from her yet.
She raised her eyes to mine in question.
“When will I see you again?” I asked, suddenly I needed to know that more than I needed to breathe and now I was beginning to get concerned about myself.
“Soon.” She smiled openly and I saw beautiful white teeth. Just like that she looked away and closed the door.
I stood there frozen. I didn’t know what had just happened. This had been by far the weirdest afternoon of all time. How did I go from fishing, to fighting militia men, to meeting the most beautiful girl in the world? Because there is no question in my mind that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and I found it hard to believe that there would be anyone else in the Universe who could compare to her beauty. As I started towards my house I couldn’t stop thinking about her eyes. Those penetrating eyes that made me feel like they could see into my soul. A soul as dark as her eyes. I needed to see her again and suddenly soon did not sound like it would come fast enough."
Hope you all like it. Now I should go back to continue writing my novel.
To all of you thank you for reading, now go do some witing and loving :-)
Monday, November 12, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
"If you could see me now" By The Script
Hey guys,
As I have said before I love to read and write... I am writing my own young adult book. I mostly read books, yes. However sometimes we hear a song and we read the lyrics and they really touch our soul. I am a huge fan of The Script, they're an Irish band that has recently gained a lot of popularity worldwide. Most of you may have have heard their songs: "Breakeven", "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" and "For The First Time", amongst many. They write their own lyrics based on things they have experienced or heard from someone else. Their third Album was released in the US two days ago... Off course I had preordered it since two months before that... yeah I know, you probably think I'm crazy... Why order something I wont have for two months? Because I love their music, that's why. Me and my fiancee are going to their concert in Boca Raton, Fl on Nov 2nd... Although the more correct statement might be I am dragging my fiancee to their concert in Nov 2nd... yeah... That sounds more accurate... Anyways enough rambling...
I listened to their third Cd (ironically tittled "#3") as soon as I could, not only did I get the Cd for my car but also the deluxe edition from ITunes for my Iphone. I'm pretty much listening to them now 24/7, to the point that I know all the songs. I can't pick favorites because they are all amazing!!! Nevertheless "If You Could See Me Now" really hit home. My Dad passed away over four years ago, I know I am a Daddy's Little girl, I say am and not was, because even though he's gone, he's very much alive inside of me. I follow the path he laid down for me and I try my best to make him proud on a daily basis.
Danny and Mark (the lead singer and guitarrist from the band) have lost parents as well. It is amazing how I feel the same things they write (There are days when I'm losing my Faith, because the man wasn't good, he was great!) My father was a great man, and sometimes you see deadbeat Dads who don't love their kids and they are still alive, however someone as amazing as my father, or his father, were taken away much too soon. I do the things they do ("I still look for your face in the crowd, Oh If you could see me now") Sometimes I may pass a stranger on the street and take a second look because I think I saw my father pass by me, it hurts so much when you realize you won't see them again because they aren't here anymore. They write in the song ("The truth is you're gone, and I'll never get to show you these songs".) I'll never get to show my father my book, I won't get to share with him my wedding day, he won't get to walk me down the aisle and that is probably one of the saddest things, he won't get to meet my children or teach them the things he taught me.
I guess all of us who have lost a loved one can relate to this song, it is not just about your father, or your mother. It is about how all of us together in this world share the same pain, to quote a song fromt their first CD "Together we cry", not all lives have a Happy Ending... We can try our best to make our own. It is not neccesarily about what you've got, but what you make of what you've got. When you lose someone close, a parent or a child, or just a loved one, you realize that life doesn't last forever. It is a wake up call to learn to live everyday to the fullest. To learn how to share our love with those around us. There are things you think about, what you could have said, what you should have said, how that person is now gone and you never told them exactly how important they were to you. Don't miss the opportunities we are given on a daily basis. Our days in this Earth are a gift and not a given right, they can be taken away at any point and I know it is human nature to questions "What if?". We need to start appreciating what we are given rather than dread on what's been taken away.
I will never forget my Dad, just as you may never forget your loved ones that are gone but we also need to remember those who are still here. Learn from loss and don't make the same mistake of not saying how we feel to those that are still here.
Back to The Script, they are amazing!!! Every song relates to you or to someone you know and I believe everyone can appreciate the honesty in their writing. To learn more about The Script go to:
www.thescriptmusic.com/us
Trust me when I say, if you haven't heard of them, once you do, you will not stop listening.
Love, peace and chicken grease :-)
Schedar
As I have said before I love to read and write... I am writing my own young adult book. I mostly read books, yes. However sometimes we hear a song and we read the lyrics and they really touch our soul. I am a huge fan of The Script, they're an Irish band that has recently gained a lot of popularity worldwide. Most of you may have have heard their songs: "Breakeven", "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" and "For The First Time", amongst many. They write their own lyrics based on things they have experienced or heard from someone else. Their third Album was released in the US two days ago... Off course I had preordered it since two months before that... yeah I know, you probably think I'm crazy... Why order something I wont have for two months? Because I love their music, that's why. Me and my fiancee are going to their concert in Boca Raton, Fl on Nov 2nd... Although the more correct statement might be I am dragging my fiancee to their concert in Nov 2nd... yeah... That sounds more accurate... Anyways enough rambling...
I listened to their third Cd (ironically tittled "#3") as soon as I could, not only did I get the Cd for my car but also the deluxe edition from ITunes for my Iphone. I'm pretty much listening to them now 24/7, to the point that I know all the songs. I can't pick favorites because they are all amazing!!! Nevertheless "If You Could See Me Now" really hit home. My Dad passed away over four years ago, I know I am a Daddy's Little girl, I say am and not was, because even though he's gone, he's very much alive inside of me. I follow the path he laid down for me and I try my best to make him proud on a daily basis.
Danny and Mark (the lead singer and guitarrist from the band) have lost parents as well. It is amazing how I feel the same things they write (There are days when I'm losing my Faith, because the man wasn't good, he was great!) My father was a great man, and sometimes you see deadbeat Dads who don't love their kids and they are still alive, however someone as amazing as my father, or his father, were taken away much too soon. I do the things they do ("I still look for your face in the crowd, Oh If you could see me now") Sometimes I may pass a stranger on the street and take a second look because I think I saw my father pass by me, it hurts so much when you realize you won't see them again because they aren't here anymore. They write in the song ("The truth is you're gone, and I'll never get to show you these songs".) I'll never get to show my father my book, I won't get to share with him my wedding day, he won't get to walk me down the aisle and that is probably one of the saddest things, he won't get to meet my children or teach them the things he taught me.
I guess all of us who have lost a loved one can relate to this song, it is not just about your father, or your mother. It is about how all of us together in this world share the same pain, to quote a song fromt their first CD "Together we cry", not all lives have a Happy Ending... We can try our best to make our own. It is not neccesarily about what you've got, but what you make of what you've got. When you lose someone close, a parent or a child, or just a loved one, you realize that life doesn't last forever. It is a wake up call to learn to live everyday to the fullest. To learn how to share our love with those around us. There are things you think about, what you could have said, what you should have said, how that person is now gone and you never told them exactly how important they were to you. Don't miss the opportunities we are given on a daily basis. Our days in this Earth are a gift and not a given right, they can be taken away at any point and I know it is human nature to questions "What if?". We need to start appreciating what we are given rather than dread on what's been taken away.
I will never forget my Dad, just as you may never forget your loved ones that are gone but we also need to remember those who are still here. Learn from loss and don't make the same mistake of not saying how we feel to those that are still here.
Back to The Script, they are amazing!!! Every song relates to you or to someone you know and I believe everyone can appreciate the honesty in their writing. To learn more about The Script go to:
www.thescriptmusic.com/us
Trust me when I say, if you haven't heard of them, once you do, you will not stop listening.
Love, peace and chicken grease :-)
Schedar
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Obsidian, A Lux novel, Book One
Are we really the only planet with life in our vast and infinite Universe? In Jennifer L. Armentrout's book, Obsidian (a work of fiction), that question is answered.
When Kat, a 16 year old book blogger, moves from Jacksonville, Fl to the remote town of Petersburg in West Visrginia, into the house she feels came "straight out of a horror movie", her life takes a turn into weirdland. She now has to be the new kid in a town so small that if you sneeze, all the citizens hear you.
Trying to cope with living in a new "city", and in a futile attempt to keep her life as close to what it used to be back in Florida, Kat finds solace and happiness through her blog and reading. When she decides to find out where the library is in the town, she knocks on her neighbor's door. The door opens and she finds a shirtless boy on the other side, with some piercing green eyes and an amazing body. Daemon treats her like crap which confuses Kat. Things start to get weirder when she notices things that Daemon and his sister Dee, do. When they blur, their skin vibrates and their eyes show white pupils, Kat or Kitten, as Daemon calls her, feels she's starting to lose her mind.
As Kat and Dee become friends and slowly she uncovers what they are, the world Kat knows is no longer the only world there is. Daemon and Kat develop a very sexually tense relationship, where the jerk you hate, is also the boy you like.
This book had me turning pages and hungrily trying to find out what made Daemon be the way he is towards Kat. What is he, how does he do the things Kat sees, but most importantly, does he really hate her? Will they eventually get together? With some very HOT scenes between Kat and Daemon, this book is a page turner that will make you wish Jenniffer L. Armentrout releases the rest of the saga yesterday.
To purchase Obsidian, go to:
http://www.amazon.com/Obsidian-Lux-Novel-Jennifer-Armentrout/dp/1620610078/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1349199069&sr=8-2&keywords=obsidian
Enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Schedar
When Kat, a 16 year old book blogger, moves from Jacksonville, Fl to the remote town of Petersburg in West Visrginia, into the house she feels came "straight out of a horror movie", her life takes a turn into weirdland. She now has to be the new kid in a town so small that if you sneeze, all the citizens hear you.
Trying to cope with living in a new "city", and in a futile attempt to keep her life as close to what it used to be back in Florida, Kat finds solace and happiness through her blog and reading. When she decides to find out where the library is in the town, she knocks on her neighbor's door. The door opens and she finds a shirtless boy on the other side, with some piercing green eyes and an amazing body. Daemon treats her like crap which confuses Kat. Things start to get weirder when she notices things that Daemon and his sister Dee, do. When they blur, their skin vibrates and their eyes show white pupils, Kat or Kitten, as Daemon calls her, feels she's starting to lose her mind.
As Kat and Dee become friends and slowly she uncovers what they are, the world Kat knows is no longer the only world there is. Daemon and Kat develop a very sexually tense relationship, where the jerk you hate, is also the boy you like.
This book had me turning pages and hungrily trying to find out what made Daemon be the way he is towards Kat. What is he, how does he do the things Kat sees, but most importantly, does he really hate her? Will they eventually get together? With some very HOT scenes between Kat and Daemon, this book is a page turner that will make you wish Jenniffer L. Armentrout releases the rest of the saga yesterday.
To purchase Obsidian, go to:
http://www.amazon.com/Obsidian-Lux-Novel-Jennifer-Armentrout/dp/1620610078/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1349199069&sr=8-2&keywords=obsidian
Enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Schedar
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Welcome! About this blog.
I am in love with reading!!! I am in love with writing!!!
I love the feeling I get when I open a book and after I read a few sentences I get transported into a new world, where i meet new people that I get attached to. The way a writer engages me to a story and how until I know how it ends, I can't stay away from that world and then I want to know more.
Once that world ends, I go in search of the next world, meaning a new book, I do the same thing, fall in love with characters, feel sad and sorry and impotent for them, until the (hopefully) happy ending comes.
It's a cycle that I love repeating over and over every time I open a new book! So much do I love it that I have done it now hundreds of times. I mostly read Y/A novels or stories, i.e: Twilight, Hunger Games, Hush Hush, Haven, The Eternal ones, and so many more that if I were to list them all, you'll be reading titles until next week. While I consider some to be better than others, I fall in love with each and everyone of them just the same. A new character, a new city, a new villain, a new "something" may grab my attention and transport me again.
I will be reviewing the books I read on a daily/weekly basis, so that you can decide if it's something you might want to pick up next. As a writer myself, I believe I can give you all good, honest reviews. I always look for the silver lining in a book. This will not be a hater's blog, I give every Author not only the benefit of the doubt but I also always try to find the good in the book I may have just read.
Every book is unique, every story is new, every writer is great in their own way. I hope my blog can help transport you into the unknown the same way I do. I hope you open the door to worlds you didn't know existed and fall in love with fantasies that take your mind off the daily frustrations we call Life.
My mission is very simple, I want to help you read, write and love.
Schedar
I love the feeling I get when I open a book and after I read a few sentences I get transported into a new world, where i meet new people that I get attached to. The way a writer engages me to a story and how until I know how it ends, I can't stay away from that world and then I want to know more.
Once that world ends, I go in search of the next world, meaning a new book, I do the same thing, fall in love with characters, feel sad and sorry and impotent for them, until the (hopefully) happy ending comes.
It's a cycle that I love repeating over and over every time I open a new book! So much do I love it that I have done it now hundreds of times. I mostly read Y/A novels or stories, i.e: Twilight, Hunger Games, Hush Hush, Haven, The Eternal ones, and so many more that if I were to list them all, you'll be reading titles until next week. While I consider some to be better than others, I fall in love with each and everyone of them just the same. A new character, a new city, a new villain, a new "something" may grab my attention and transport me again.
I will be reviewing the books I read on a daily/weekly basis, so that you can decide if it's something you might want to pick up next. As a writer myself, I believe I can give you all good, honest reviews. I always look for the silver lining in a book. This will not be a hater's blog, I give every Author not only the benefit of the doubt but I also always try to find the good in the book I may have just read.
Every book is unique, every story is new, every writer is great in their own way. I hope my blog can help transport you into the unknown the same way I do. I hope you open the door to worlds you didn't know existed and fall in love with fantasies that take your mind off the daily frustrations we call Life.
My mission is very simple, I want to help you read, write and love.
Schedar
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