Day 12, October 5th
Today was more a planning day, than a working day. Throughout the morning, I worked on figuring out the answers to the questions my teacher wants Kujtesa and I to answer before going back to Germany.I got most answers filled out and I feel pretty confident about them – I think.
I’ll see how it turns out.
The afternoon, however, passed entirely differently.
They didn’t have anything for me to do today, so instead of just sitting around, I decided to do some novel-planning. I’ve had an idea for about two weeks now and wanted to get character bios out-of-the-way and figure out the title. Over the course of three hours, my inspiration went into overdrive.
I now have six titles, in order, and a synopsis for each of those six books – a series.
My muse went into power-mode and I’m glad she did. I’m loving the sound of this series. If all goes as I’m planning, I’ll work on it as a side project, with the Forbidden series as my main one.
To cut off this blog, because I have nothing else of interest to write about; here’s a snippet of the short story that morphed into a six-part series! Be warned – it’s unedited.
“What are you?” The vampire stood and walked around the fire, his gaze not leaving me.
“Excuse me?” I raised a brow. “The common question is ‘Who are you?’.”
“Your name is Kimberley McEwan and you’re twenty-one years old, only just legal enough to enter that club I so conveniently found you at. You live with your parents and younger cousin, are half-British, half-American, with the British side coming from your father. How am I doing so far?”
I stared. Time froze as a haze of confusion halted my thoughts.
“Shit,” I ground out. “Did you follow me?” The last thing I needed was a bloody vampire tailing me.
“On the contrary. I found that out from the contents of your purse and connecting the dots.” He grinned and tossed said-purse at me. “You also carry pepper spray. Devastating for pesky humans, though a mere annoyance for vampires, assuming you manage to get a lucky shot with it. No doubt that’s why you carry this nifty little blade.”
He held a nine-inch weapon between his index fingers, tip and hilt pressing into his skin. Moonlight reflected off the blade and he glanced from it to me.
Damn. There went the stab and run route.
I hope you enjoyed this snippet of a scene that will be similar in the first book! Once I get more written, I may spoil you. 50 subscriber special? Who knows; we’ll see!
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