Good Evening everyone, I had another productive day and got some good writing done on my third book. I think, and hope, that I will be able to finish the chapter tomorrow, and at that point I will OFFICIALLY, be halfway through the book!! *and there was much rejoicing!* As I have done the last few days, posted below is a couple paragraphs that I am particularly pleased with from todays writing!
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In addition, being that it is Thursday, I have also posted another video to YouTube in my ‘Storytime Thursday’ series. In this video, I give a brief introduction of my Second Book, And the Sun Burned Red, how I came to right it, a few brief thoughts, and I read the Prologue to the book. I hope you check the video out, Like, Share, Subscribe and leave your comments! All of that would be immensely helpful to me and my channel!
Storytime Thursday: And the Sun Burned Red – Prologue (A dramatic reading)
https://youtu.be/FVdGEKjrOAI
Writing Time: 20 Minutes
Word Count: 851
Writing Excerpt
Tanara reached the rocky summit, which nearly came to a point, and swung around behind it. She quickly discarded her cloak and made sure her short sword and knives were all at the ready. She crouched, just out of the site of the slope she had come up, muscles ready, like a tenses spring ready to release. She could hear the crunch of hoof on the loose rocks and gravel as the rider reached the summit. No thoughts were in her head, just her years of finally honed instinct, training, and experience. She listened, not able to risk giving herself away by moving to look, she waited, and then she struck.
In one, fluid motion she was up and practically threw herself up the rocks between her and the rider. The masked figure had just enough time to turn and put their hand up when Tanara slammed into him. Momentum carried them off the saddle, onto the rocks below, and sent them tumbling down the hill. Whoever this person was, even inches as well, no details could be clearly seen and the mask did not seem to have eye-holes, they were well trained. She had felt and heard several of their ribs crack as they impacted the ground. Most experienced fighter would have been stunned at that point, but a powerful hand gripped one of her arms and a gauntleted blow repaid her in kind for the broken ribs. How long they grappled and tumbled down the slope felt like an eternity. Blows were rained on each other, blades flashed and sliced, and both fought for the decisive grip as the world spun around them. At some point, Tanara felt her opponent twist away from her as she landed hard on her back, and the effort to hold one, which caused their tumble to continue, she felt her right shoulder pull from its socket. A moment later, a jutting rock and their combined weight and moment broke her left forearm. She was pretty sure that her opponent had broken an ankle and collarbone before they reached the ground.
I hope you all have a wonderful day, get the chance to do or experience something creative, and I’ll catch you on the next one!
– Jon
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