As the month of December encourages the festive cheer within my giving soul, I find the muse for this weeks blog post. Perhaps against my better judgement, I cannot help but feel the need to unveil a little more from my upcoming novel Nature’s Destiny, which will be released in 2014.
This snippet is from the second chapter, and as usual I welcome all thoughts and comments. I hope you enjoy!
I was busy clearing up my table when the door opened. The air crept in and the most delightful scent cradled my senses as a mixture of aftershave and the woods enveloped me. I looked up to see who it was and froze.
It was him.
My breath caught in my lungs as I realised the man that I’d been dreaming about stood across from me. He turned and looked directly at me, and the same emerald eyes that I’d memorised shone with intensity.
My heart raced as I watched him walk towards the bar. His body moved with an elegant grace, and confidence exuded from him. He was tall, really tall, and the navy t-shirt he wore clung to his big biceps.
I didn’t know what to do. Half of me thought about turning around and walking away, feigning ignorance of his presence, but the other, more curious half wanted to know more about him. Against my better judgment I went to the bar with my empty drinks tray, where he stood waiting to be served.
My skin tingled the closer I got to him, and without realising it I quickened my pace to reach him. I was drawn to him like a magnet, like some unforeseeable force was pulling me towards him. I opened the half-door to the bar and stepped in. My foot caught the step and I tripped over the only stair there was, and landed ungracefully on my face.
I stood up as quick as I could, dusted off my apron and smoothed out my hair, and pretended the pulsating throb across my nose wasn’t there. It wasn’t easy, especially when tears began to form. I gathered the nerve to look at him, and I stood with my mouth open appalled.
He was laughing at me!
His shoulders bunched up and down as he continued to laugh, and my skin reddened with embarrassment. I knew I was clumsy, but for once I really wished I wasn’t. I felt like a fool.
I cleared my throat and attempted to act cool. “Can I get you something?”
The dark sky embraced the evening signifying an end to another day. The bitter, cold air whistled through the open window, blowing its way through the room. Goosebumps ran across my body, raising the hair on my arms. I shivered as the sensations travelled down my spine.
The small, bleak room had doubt running through my mind, but I quickly squashed the feeling in favour of happiness.
I relaxed in the most comfortable chair I’d ever been in and let my thoughts wander. Optimism set in to my pensive musings. I couldn’t afford to live a life of ‘what ifs’ and regrets when time was moving forward, and I, backwards.
The past was where it should remain. I was thankful for the journey I’d taken to create my path of footprints within the world. It hadn’t been easy, the road I’d travelled had more than a few bumps, but was it worth it?
Completely. I wouldn’t be where I was today without it. Without regrets I can live freely.
“Sometimes you just have to stop and take in your surroundings. Really look at where you are in life, otherwise it’s just going to pass you by. Regret is a heavy word to live with.”
– Riley, Nature’s Destiny (coming 2014)
The night of the Winters’ eve covered the sky as the sun gave way to the moon. The stars sparkled elegantly as they reflected off of the waters’ surface. The lake rippled calmly and the woods surrounding the wooden bench I’d sat on provided a protected area from the harsh cold air. I pulled my jacket tighter and buried my hands in my pocket.
It was peaceful as everything remained undisturbed. I’d come to think, to reflect on the year that would soon end. The fresh air filled my senses, and my mind focused with clarity.
My mood conveyed my thoughts on the year, and I was positive it would sum it up, even for the hard and trying times that’d passed.
The world bled with death and poverty and natural disasters and I sat, grateful for the many fortunes I’d had. Life had graced me with a sea of happiness and hope.
I was able to create my destiny, through the force of my imagination, and again I was grateful. My petty complaints meant nothing, when the world cried out for a reprieve from the sins that plagued the earth.
I was grateful for everything I had.
I waited, patiently, in line to be served a steaming takeaway cup of hot chocolate (with whip of course). The whirring noise of the machine competed with that of the room, and the noise levels as a whole increased. I stared out of the large glass windows and watched as people passed by, going about their day.
I speculated over their destinations, and wondered if the man in the hoodie and low hanging trousers was an undercover agent on assignment. Or if the lady in the red trench coat and matching heels was about to walk down the red carpet of some fancy gala.
The weather was its usual predictable self, and I took the break between showers to dash towards my car, careful not to waste a drop of my beverage. I’d queued long enough to enjoy it.
I settled into my car, and got as comfortable as I could before I pulled out my laptop. The screen lit up and I opened a new document, ready to write as much as I could in the space that I had.
My time wasn’t ever wasted, and every minute I had to myself I’d write. I couldn’t have chosen a better profession; who else could say their work was as portable as mine? Whether I waited for an appointment, or in the car on my taxi duties, I’d pack my life into one bag and write. I didn’t need anything else, just my laptop, notebook and pen. The basics.
The temperature dropped in the car, and the windows fogged up as condensation crept its way across. I felt cocooned in my own little writing bubble; the world was on one side, and my world the other. Nothing could compare with the joy and freedom of letting my mind run, the make-belief and fairytales concocted from living in a controlled environment. Nobody could stop me from living my dream, when it was one I lived every day.
I was born to write. You’ll see.
I’ve pondered over what to write this week for a few hours. My indecision wavering from one thought to another. It was my birthday yesterday and while I received many gifts, I realised I had a gift to give in return.
For my followers, readers and fellow writing enthusiasts my gift to you today is a sneak peek at the first chapter of my novel, Nature’s Destiny. As I’ve previously posted my Prologue, it seemed only fitting that I follow on from that. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Hysteria penetrated my body. I couldn’t think straight and my head thumped from the blinding pressure. I could see black dots floating above my eyes. I knew I was about to pass out.
I tried to breathe evenly, taking big gulps of air and letting them whoosh out of me. I couldn’t pass out, not now. I had to stay calm, I needed to work out what was going on. I stuck my head between my legs, which should have worked, but made no difference.
The searing pain in my head increased and I felt the urge to give in to the darkness. I couldn’t resist it anymore.
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I stretched my arm out and patted the bed, but it was no use I couldn’t find it. I was too sleepy to really care, and I could feel the pull of my dreams drawing me back to sleep. The phone could wait, for now I needed to rest.
I could hear a faint pounding in my dream, it matched the rhythm of paws hitting the ground as I ran. The noise grew louder the closer I got to my destination. “Luna, are you there? Come on girl, open up!” Huh, that’s odd, I could’ve sworn that was Sky’s voice.
The constant thudding increased and my head started to hurt all over again. “Luna, I swear if you don’t open this door in two seconds I’m going to kick it down!” With that threat, I realised I wasn’t dreaming anymore, that was definitely Sky’s irritated voice I could hear. Intent on keeping my door on its’ hinges I leapt out of bed and dashed through the house to open it.
“Geez, Sky, there’s no need to get all dramatic!” I couldn’t help sounding sullen, I was enjoying my dream too much for it to be over. The second I opened the door she came barging in. “Hello, to you too!” OK, so maybe I was grumpy, but she deserved it.
I closed the door behind her and turned to face her. She’d better have a good reason for interrupting my sleep.
As I continue to edit Nature’s Destiny, I can’t switch my mind off from the many self-publishing tasks ahead. Today’s thought of choice is Beta Readers, and the irony of this title isn’t lost on me.
I have researched and pondered many times over this topic, and inevitably questioned whether anyone would even want to Beta Read my novel. It is such a trusting nature, to send off your pride and joy to someone unknown, in the hopes that they won’t tear it apart completely. I know as a general rule, that I won’t please everyone, but the majority? Yes please!
That means feedback is the only way forward.
I have an awesome, talented, writer buddy whose promised to read my novel – providing I haven’t scared her off already. I value her opinion, and I’m really excited to hear what she has to say about it.
I’m getting ahead of myself, because as I say, I’m only at the editing stage now, but I like to be prepared. It’s good to have a schedule, right?
So I’m wondering, are there any other Beta Readers out there who’d like to read my novel when it’s ready?
The wind howled against the window as the trees swayed rhythmically to the beating of the rain. I watched as the leaves fell off the branches and floated towards the sodden ground. Shades of red, orange, yellow and brown littered the path, hiding the concrete beneath.
I gathered my favourite blanket around me and huddled closer to the soft fabric, keeping the cold from setting in. The temperatures had dropped dramatically as the glistening frost crept across the cars outside.
I inhaled the delicious scent of hot chocolate adorned with whipped cream and marshmallows, smiling in anticipation. The chocolaty goodness warmed my body as it satisfyingly slid down my throat.
It was that time of year for homemade soup, fire and scary films. For pumpkins to ambush stores and homes, and for children to consume their body weight in sweets after a painful week of shopping for the perfect costume. And of course, tissue boxes cluttered the house, ready for that inevitable ‘common’ cold.
Dark nights graced my evenings sooner than before, and inspiration comforted my writers’ mind.
Autumn had arrived.