Well I expected this week’s update to be only about 200 words as I got a little distracted with another story I am writing. Then one night I found myself alone, everyone else in bed, and I got that writing bug. I think I have now finished Chapter 5, the writing is at a logical end for this section but I am not sure if I will add more to it or just start Chapter 6 next week. Anyway, this week’s update is a nice bit of dialogue which goes towards world building, adding in plot and developing character. I hope it is as good as that makes it sound. As always the update is available on wattpad. You can read Chapter 5 here or start from the beginning here.
So here it is at last and I really like it, I would go as far as saying it is the best cover I have every created. It gives a little away, as it shows one location that will appear in the book but hopefully that does not tell you too much of the story.
I am thankful for wikicommons that I could find royalty free images as I got exactly what I wanted. I was going for a sort of World War 2 identification card with a red fist to represent revolution. The fire is just a nice little touch that I think adds to the idea there will be action and also puts a bit of colour into the cover. I was worried about getting the writing and hand to look like a stamp but with a special eraser, filter and layer settings in Photoshop I am happy with the end result.
I really hope that now having a cover makes everyone more excited for the book. Remember you can read it here on wattpad. Also, feel free to leave me any comments about it. Well then, see you on Saturday for the next update.
Saturday is here once more and that means an ‘Islands of Hope’ update. Bit more of a confusing one this week as I managed to finish Chapter 2 and start Chapter 3. I was going to hold back the start of Chapter 3 but felt that was not in the spirit of the project so it is all there for you. I also feel the story is starting to get moving so it might be a good time to get into it if you have not read it yet.
Welcome fellow Wrimos! If you’ve read even one article on book promotion, you’re familiar with the term “author platform”, which is basically your marketing reach. It’s how you’ll promote your books, especially online. The bigger your platform, the better.
So, let’s build our platforms together! Add your blog and social media pages in the form below, and I’ll send it out to every participant at the end of NaNoWriMo 2016, so we can follow one another’s pages.
UPDATE: We have 141 participants so far, which means 141 engaged people who will follow back many of the accounts you add to this form.
Now the summer holidays have come I am tasking myself with writing for at least ten minutes each day so I can get something out before the end of August. Sometimes I find, like most writers, that I just need to get the first word right to allow my writing to flow. I know what I want to put down but cannot always start. For some reason today I felt like writing a poem and thought this writing conundrum was a worthy topic. Unlike the ideas behind the poem the actual writing of the poem flowed and I was able to produce it quickly. I tried to get symbolism in there rather than focusing on rhyming like I have with most of my other poems, you can not only tell this by the metaphors but the fact it does not rhyme at all! For once I feel like I did a good job and am rather proud of myself, a little bit smug you could say! You can read the poem on wattpad or take a gander below…
The First Word
Shaking, trembling, the perspiration falls
I have so much to say
So much to give to the world
Like a torrid ocean my mind swirls
I know where this will go
I just need to find its hand
So I can lead it to its destination
But alas it blocks my path
My achilles heel
My dark side
My inner demon
A vast land stretches before me
But I am stuck behind a wall
Peering through the bars of a gate
If only I could get the key
Turn the lock and be allowed to run free
I look, I stare but all is bare
As I fumble in the undergrowth
I find what I am looking for
Cold metal on my sweaty palms
But there are more and more
Some card shaped
But which is right for me?
The land changes as I move each one close to the gate
It turns to fire, then ice, then sand
All will work, but only one is right
Which I pick could shape my destiny
Keep me flowing through this land
Carving out a channel through the rolling hills
Until the next wall appears and I must choose again
I use the first key I saw
Poke a toe out, the grass feels rough
It is like thorns pressing into my foot
I pull back in pain
Maybe the plastic one will do
I try again but this time I feel water
It is cold, ice cold but does not feel bad
What is that? Swimming there?
Sharp teeth, dark eyes, wide jaws
I retreat again, to the safety of this place
Behind the wall, waiting for the inspiration to come
Waiting for the right choice to be made
I search some more, there are keys
Some hang from trees, pretty and ornate
Some are deep in the ground, covered in dirt
Some give an aura of hope
Some tell of despair
And so this will go on and on
Find a key, try the lock
Taste the air and feel the ground
I will keep going
I will find the right path
I will be able to run free
But I cannot think of that now
Now I need to hunt
Now I need to search
Now I need to find my first word