Writing Up a Storm

Night four (I think) of my experiment and I’m still loving it!  I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’m getting any more sleep than I was before, but I certainly am being more productive.  Something just hasn’t been jiving these first few days between my brain wanting to sleep and my kids sleeping when they’re supposed to.  Regardless of our inability to coordinate, things are going fairly well.  I am certainly not getting less sleep than I was, and I think having that solid, initial block in the early evening hours really helps if the early morning hours get rocky.

Tonight I fell asleep easier than I have been, which was great.  My brain started ramping up with the laundry list of things I had forgotten (why does it always do that when I’m trying to sleep?!)  But it was super easy to flip the off switch when I could remind myself that I was getting up in three hours and would just do it then.  I was actually surprised how quickly my mind shut itself up!  It was fantastic!

So what have I been doing with my extra time?  Writing of course!  Like I said, most of the time I’m gaining from this right now is going toward Nanowrimo.  I’m writing a novel, and it’s going really well.  I’m currently on course to win the contest of writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.  I don’t think that will be enough words to finish my book, but it gets me off to a great start nonetheless!

I am super excited about this particular expedition into fantasy writing, my first real shot at it, and I can’t wait to share all of it with all of you!  But for now you will just have to settle for a bit of an excerpt:

What was wrong with everyone? Couldn’t they tell there was something very wrong here? This wasn’t a carnival game or a part of the ceremony. The River hadn’t “gifted” them anything, how would a river even do that anyway? Why was she the only sane person here? The men got to chest deep water and began swimming, keeping their heads above water and eyes toward the basket. Kassia held her breath. The crowd held their breath.

Minutes passed as they maneuvered toward the center of the River, getting themselves into position to catch the basket as it drifted. Half treading water, half swimming upstream, they were drawing closer and closer. Benjamin was the first one to reach out for the basket, gently pulling it in to himself so as not to overturn it, he peered inside. He found layers of blankets, a few of which he soaked tugging at them to see what lay underneath. He cursed under his breath, very unlike him.

“What is it? Ben what do you see?” Brice prodded swimming up alongside him. “Ben!” The color had drained from his face; he made eye contact but couldn’t get anything out. Few things threw Benjamin Azure off his game, but this was more than he had bargained for.”

If that whetted your appetite a bit, stay tuned for more!

Comments

  1. Bertha Neumueller says:

    It sure did whet my appetite for more Dalas. I love to read so will be waiting for more.

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