Well the end is here. I gave myself a month deadline to finish one novel. So how did it go you may be asking?
I have good and bad news … Although the story IS complete I have it all written and done … beginning, middle and end … I didn’t get a chance to type it all up. I like to write with paper and a pen, which may seem a little stone aged I guess but I prefer it. I find new ideas hatch along the way as I write on paper more so than when I just type. As well I can do editing while I type and I end up coming up with even more ideas!
So, technically yes the story is done however I would have preferred to get it all typed up as well, but I have given myself a couple weeks to do that. At least the hard part is over. Next I will be working on re-writes since even as I finished there were things I wanted to change, and things my husband wanted to change as well that we realized would work better. By the end of the month I will have a finished novel typed up and probably the first round of edits done.
The next step after that? Who really knows, though I would love to publish something at the end of the day I’m just happy with the accomplishment, and even if I am the only one to ever read the novel I can say it’s done and I’m proud of the job I did.
So with that out of the way I will be posting some new things about the characters and what not. Though we’ve already met Strype this month we still haven’t met Sabrae or Alana the two women in his life. You can also check out other excerpts from the book on Sunday’s when I post my Six Sentence Sunday.
And for those who would like to see here is my first chapter. This is only a rough I haven’t even done a first round of complete edits on it yet. In the beginning I was just trying to get it written then typed up lol … so this chapter is still rough.
First, a bit of background.
Strype is a half breed, part werewolf, part vampire. Although he came from a wolf pack he has spent his life alone not knowing who he really was or where he belonged. That all changed when he met Alana, he finally had a family, a life and a future that he looked forward to. Unfortunately, once it is all taken away from him he needs to fight to get it back, but if he can’t remember who and what he is after a car accident causes him to have amnesia he may be too late.
“Love? Love wake up.” A pair of steel grey fluttered open in confusion. There was no one there, only him alone in a car. What used to be the inside of a Range Rover now resembled the inside of a beer can after a college student smashed it against his forehead. The passenger seat window was smashed, pieces of the glass littered the seats. His shoulder ached and the steering wheel was pushing up against his chest cutting off his air supply.
With much less effort than he would have thought needed he ripped the steering wheel from the console. He took in a deep breath and then another, allowing his lungs to fill with as much air as he could before releasing it, enjoying each gulp. Without thinking he reached down, grabbed the handle and heaved his shoulder against the door. He pushed it open. The door made a loud screech of metal on metal as it tore from the car and landed in a heap on the gravel road.
As the door left his hand he fell from the car to the ground, grateful for the freedom, despite the pain he endured from the many pebbles puncturing his skin. He glanced around unsure of the surroundings. He recognized nothing. In the distance he could hear the wails of police sirens and panicked. He didn’t know why but his gut told him he couldn’t be found, not by the police, not by the paramedics, no one could see him. This realization both excited him and scared him. He recognized a need to get away which meant he at least knew something about himself, but a fear of police officers made him wonder just what kind of person he was.
Why was he on the road driving? Was he trying to get away from someone? Time slipped away from him and he needed it to get away, he’d have to worry about those questions later. As the cruiser’s rounded the dirt road he slipped into the woods that grew beside the road. Something about them felt familiar but he was in too big of a hurry to notice. He looked at his clothing he was covered in blood, glass and dirt he would need to clean up. He held a small white button in his hand. He went to discard it but stopped himself instead he put it in his pocket. Checking the remainder of the contents in his pockets he found no wallet, but did find a small bundle of cash, about two hundred dollars worth. If he watched his spending he could make it last for a bit.
He began to run, he couldn’t explain why and if asked later he would have said it just felt like the right thing to do but as it was, he needed to run so he did. He ran until he hit a large high way with a small town huddled next to it. From the forest he could see a bar and a bed and breakfast he could clean himself up, get a drink and hopefully a good night’s sleep. He wasn’t sure if he used to be a drinker, but he knew he wanted a stiff Scotch now.
‘Bed of Roses’ was a massive Victorian style house on a large lot with a rot iron fence and cobble stone walk ways that lead to the front door and around back. Deep red roses so dark they were almost purple grew in front of the wrap around porch. Although it had been white at one time now the paint chips peeled away from the wood. The garden was dishevelled and the cobblestones were either covered in moss or almost completely out of the ground. Nevertheless he was tired, needed a place to stay and a good rest, if this place could ensure that he didn’t care how untended the lot appeared to be.
The front foyer smelt of vanilla making him take in a deep breath. The smell reminded him of something, but he didn’t know what. He was beginning to resent the feeling of knowing but not knowing at the same time. He walked to the desk and rang the bell that sat at the corner behind a little sign that read, ‘ring for service’ and waited.
It wasn’t long before a tall brunette walked into view. She was pretty but plain with strong features. Her face was square shaped but pleasant to look at although her eyes were hard and cold her smile was bright and inviting. Her auburn hair hung around her face, the gentle curls being the only thing fragile about her. When she looked up at her new patron her eyes grew round and she took a gasp of air.
“Are you okay?” she asked, rushing to his side and touching her long lean fingers to his forehead.
The man winced, not from pain but from her tough alone.
“Sorry.” She said as she sensed his unease and backed away.
“I need a room.” He said.
She nodded and went behind the desk. Pulled open a ledger and quickly looked up the date. “Can I get your name and I will need a credit card.” She said as she shuffled papers around her desk in search of a pen.
“Oh, I was kind of hoping cash would be acceptable.” He said, not taking his eyes off her as she worked.
She looked up, the man was badly beaten and bruised, and he looked as though someone ran him over with a truck. If it wasn’t for the sincere look in his eyes and his distinct smell she would have turned him away, but sensing her own kind and knowing he was in trouble she knew she needed to help him.
She smiled, it was genuine and this time touched the very edges of her eyes.
‘She’s much prettier when she smiles.’ He thought.
“I have a room available, it’s seventy per night and that includes breakfast in the morning. I’m happy to do your laundry for an extra fee or there’s a laundry mat just down the street. I don’t allow drugs or alcohol in the house so if you have any on you it will have to be thrown out.”
He nodded in understanding and slipped her a hundred dollar bill. As she made change he looked around the room. It was covered in flowers, roses to be exact, everywhere. The old wall paper now turned a light shade of yellow from age was decorated in red, yellow and pink roses of different sizes. The light fixtures were all clear glass with small red roses painted around the top edges.
‘She must really like roses.’ He thought to himself.
As if reading his mind she responded to his silent inquiry, “My mother loved roses, she decorated the place before she died, and I’ve just never had the heart to change it.”
He looked back to the woman and nodded his understanding. He didn’t know how but he understood loss. She handed him his change and motioned for him to follow her.
“Each room has its own bathroom and a small living space, but you’re welcome use the community room. I have clean towels in the washroom and the linens were changed this morning. If you need anything please do let me know I’d be happy to help in any way I can.” She finished her speech, one she used every time a new guest came into the B&B as she reached the room door. Number six.
“Here we are.” She said unlocking the door, pushing it open and walking through. As the man followed she stood aside smiling.
“I’ll leave the key on this side table here. If you need anything just ask, my name is Sabrae.” She said as she placed the key in a small bowl and headed out the door.
He turned back to look at her, “Thank you.” He said.
She replied with a shrug and a smile and left.