I made it to 17K today, and am really hoping to get to 20K by the end of the week! I also have a lot of things to beta (sorry, CPs, for being the worst writing friend on the planet these past few months) and a ton of pubbed things to read! I think one of the reasons I went on a mostly-accidental writing hiatus is that I had a difficult time finding balance between a time-consuming, but pretty rewarding job, giving my brain time to rest each day after said job, and whatever other curveballs life decided to throw my way. But I've got a semester of experience behind me now, and I'm totally ready to do this thing!
So, in honor of me actually posting more than one thing on this blog in a month, and me getting back to writing, here's an excerpt of the YA high-fantasy I'm working on (shameless plug? Maybe...)
Be on the lookout for more posts this week! (HINT: One will probably be about Frozen, and only 60% of them will be as self-serving as this one haha)
I used to be afraid of thunder. It doesn’t make a lot of sense now, of course. Lightning was the more logical thing to be scared of. It was flashy, unpredictable, could kill you if it hit you – but I couldn’t find it in me to be frightened when it struck. It’s not like I thought lightning was beautiful, or divine, or fascinating. Lightning just was, and I didn’t care that it existed.
Thunder, however, was terrifying. It was loud, and invisible, and could wrap around you, completely engulfing you, if you let it.
I thought I’d grown out of my fear, but as I stood in the middle of the field, waiting for my opponent to come out of his hiding place, it was like standing in the middle of a million storms. I was six again, and afraid, so afraid, that the thunder was coming to get me. Never mind that the thunder was only the cheering crowd. It wasn’t even troubling that, for the most part, they weren’t cheering for me.
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