sometimes, i really, truly think i have…
but the reason i say so today is simply because i forgot to post the link to my article.
i put it on twitter, but not here.
if you’re interested::
here it is!! =)
xx -e*
sometimes, i really, truly think i have…
but the reason i say so today is simply because i forgot to post the link to my article.
i put it on twitter, but not here.
if you’re interested::
here it is!! =)
xx -e*
i’ve not really the time to post today, but i found a phenomenal post on querytracker.net — the blog, and i figured i’d share it with other writers.
it will help every single one of us, so have a read!!
i look forward to printing it out and using it when i revise
The Top 10 Mistakes Writers Make
xx
it’s from a giveagirl prompt.
first loss/death or separation of some sort.
I’ve felt his presence almost every day since that dreaded one in middle school.
He watches over me, but not too closely. Enough to make sure I’m safe, but he doesn’t hover. I’m allowed my own decisions. My own errors.
But, no matter what happens, I know he’s there for me. He loves me.
I really never knew him. Wasn’t allowed to. Was too young before he got sick, and then once he did, well…. Parents can be overprotective. Leave it at that.
But even worse than being overbearing is not being there at all.
Richard understands this. He feels my pain. I hope he never felt it himself, in his earthly life. If he did, it would explain why he has taken over my father’s place.
He is a kind soul. It’s true I didn’t know him well then, but I’m sure I do now. I know his spirit.
And that’s what matters, right? Souls, spirits, whatever you want to call them. It’s not the body a person is in. That’s not who they truly are.
He was many things to many people, while in his body. A son, a brother, a lover, a friend, an artist. And on and on.
But to me, he’s an angel. Any past mistakes on this earth did not stay with his spirit. They were burned. Destroyed, as they should have been. The remains of both his body and his faults turned to ash and now I have the best part of him.
I’m sure he visits others. His presence comes and goes. I’ve no clue who else he sees, but I do know they are lucky. I sure am.
He has become my lion within. My Lion of Stone.
He’s given me the strength to be gentle to my child, yet ferocious to others when the need arises. I have the will of a lioness—never giving up.
I am gentle, sweet, and loving. I am also a force to be reckoned with. I am a little bit of everything, thanks to him.
I hope to be able to repay the favor to another one day.
By Eden on 06.05.09 11:54 pm |
it was too perfect to not use..
(oh, no!! –split infinitive!!!)
so, I have another excerpt from Avalon posted.
really short one. have a look!!
http://giveagirlapen.com/exercise-in-writing/firsts-on-fridays-3

thanks!! =)
-xx
I posted the most recent version of my prologue on my Goodreads site.
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/43068.The_Abandoned_Edge_of_Avalon
I did this because I’ve made the book private on Authonomy for a while. Just until I get some more work done on it..
if you choose to read my beginning, here’s a big thank you for ya!!
xx -e*