I have had so much fun editing my book lately. My mind has been changed about it, at least the way I feel about sharing it. It was so personal before, and it still is, but now I guess the change has been within. Being okay with those things that are personal to me, and sharing them. Unafraid of judgement because I know that it will still be mine and personal afterward. I began writing this book when I was still in my twenties, I guess it has been nearly four years ago. It has been on and off the shelf for me. I've put it away at times. Changed it. Destroyed pieces of it. Reassembled it. Now I am just ready to move on and look forward to writing more stories. I've more stories than this one in me, this one is just very special to me. I am sure every author feels that way about their first big piece, and I am no different.
I am working with Authonomy.com right now. It has been a big help to me to have others read my work and review it. Authors and history buffs, readers and critics. All reviews have been pretty good, though I would like to see more as the story progresses.
Its my next book that has pushed me to get this one out there. I think after a run on authonomy for awhile I will move on with self-publishing. It is so easy to get your stuff out there nowadays, in the world of one click publishing. I am inspired by others while at the same time, I really just want to write. Sharing that story with others is just an added bonus. Unlike my other forms of expression, this is one I feel that I truly ought to share. My art has been a tool for recovery, my music a tool for self-soothing. Writing - it has been a tool for expression. There have been times in my life that it was a release, that it was merely meant to put feelings into a collection of words. Now, it is to unravel a story that took its shape in my mind, with characters that came from some hidden place within.
I have just uploaded Chapter 9:
Wolf's Teeth.
In Ch.9, Alana recovers from her sudden illness. She finds things greatly changed between herself and the commander. She also struggles with the deep fears she has over the Lord of Breadalbane, to whom she is to marry in a few months time. Dark tales are told by one of Duncan's minstrels, tales of the night, tales of wolf's teeth.
Excerpt from Brundelwain, Chapter 9. Liam tells a winter's tale.
"As I said, it was up north and it was a chilling wind out. I’ll be damned, though, if a woman had not wandered up to our camp…and I swear to ye, she was stark naked. She hadn’t seemed to care, either. Donald and I kept offerin’ to give her our cloaks but she refused, only stared at us with these wild eyes and kept askin’ for somethin’ to drink. Well, I put a kettle to the fire, tryin’ not to stare at her, with her breasts all bare and…sorry, lass…” he looked to Alana, who smiled back, “well anyway, it was a might bit distractin’ for a man. So, I gave her the last bit o’ the spirits we had, wonderin’ what we would do with a drunken naked lass on our hands, but I swear to ye, she took one sip and she started to changin’! I swear to ye, she turned into a wolf right in front o' my eyes."
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