I think many writers are curious what others are writing, so I'll share a little of what I'm working on. My last book went through sooo many re-writes that I needed to take a break from non-fiction for a while. So I am in the latter stages of finishing up a children's fantasy novel. Especially for the boys who like magic, mayhem, and cool weapons.
The idea was born during a bedtime story I told my son one day. He kept begging me to repeat it and I thought, "Hey, this would make a good book." It has changed and developed since then, but he knows this book is for him.
Right now I am almost finished with the rough draft (coming in around 300 pages) and at the same time editing the first half of the book. My working title is The Gateway, but it isn't a title that sends tingles up and down my spine. The publisher will probably change it anyway. Did you know the publisher has final say on the title?
It's been a lot of fun and I have a lot of respect for fiction writers. For all of you who may be curious, here's an excerpt. It's the first couple pages. Be kind in your comments :)
Dread kicked Bryan Abbott’s heart into overdrive, his palms sweated, and his lungs struggled for air. He would have welcomed even the sound of someone creeping up behind him, would have raced to greet the source of the footsteps, just to have someone—anyone—close to him. But as he waited in the deserted parking lot, there was no doubt that he was alone.
Thirteen-year-old boys should have outgrown such a baby fear, so
He readied himself for another long jump. He always had swim practice on Fridays. His dad knew that. But today the
Jump—soar—land. Yes! That was the longest one by far!
The daylight fought a losing battle with the approaching darkness, sending out feeble strands of orange and purple that got swallowed halfway across the sky. The early autumn air had a distinct bite now.
How long had it been since the last person left the
He jumped to his feet. Got to move!
Chewing on his lower lip, he paced the sidewalk. With loud crunches, his footsteps pulverized dead leaves littering the ground. He wasn’t really alone. People lived in the houses across the baseball field. But it was getting darker and no lights shone in the house windows.
With a massive swing of his leg,
A small light flickered in the air to his right. Probably just a firefly. Normally he liked to try and catch them, but all
Darkness crept across the sky—only a thin line of sunlight shone above the mountains on the horizon.
Weird noises encircled him—creaking, snapping, and skittering like bare bones grazing concrete. He craned his neck from side to side, searching the deepening shadows. Just keep moving.
In his rush,
His best friend, James, liked to say that
He was hurrying past a really creepy house when a bright orange light flared over the neglected front lawn, illuminating the blank windows like glowing eyes. A small light drifted at eye-level. Fireflies didn’t glow orange or flash that bright. As he looked at it, the orange light continued to hover and pulse dimly. Fireflies didn’t pulse, either.
The light flashed again, morphing from orange to yellow. Then it throbbed yellow.
He halted. The light stopped and hovered, still pulsing.
He decided to try something different. He sprinted to the light. It darted away down the road, faster than he thought possible. Then stopped. Almost like it was waiting for him.
It continued to dance, tantalizingly just out of reach, clear into the center of town.
If you want to read the whole first chapter, you can check it out here on my website.
Have a great week!