Friday Insight #6 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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Many of you know that last month I was working on NaNoWriMo – the goal to hit 50,000 words in 30 days.

But that was just the start of my work on “Of Wolves And Men”, the first novel in the “Shadows Over Seattle” stories.

I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.

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By now, I was sure that someone had to have heard the commotion going on inside the apartment. There was very little time for us to question our target, and still make a clean get-away. That flash-bang had held us up too long, and we’d lost precious seconds. There was no choice for it, we had to me gone before anyone came to investigate.

“Nazurl, we’re going to have to take him with us. Pull the car up, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bleed to death on us”

I didn’t even wait to see if Nazurl had taken my advice, before I ripped several sheets of paper towel off the roll beside the sink. After soaking them under the cold tap, I wadded them up to catch the blood, as well as cool the nasal passages.

A couple of minutes later, Nazurl came back into the room. She helped me lift Wilkes off the floor, and onto my shoulders,before leading the way back out of the apartment.

“The car is running, doors are unlocked. Throw him in the back-passenger seat and get in with him. If he wakes up, I don’t want him trying to strangle me, or something equally stupid” she said, as she opened the driver’s door.

“Strangulation could be the least of our problems, judging from what just happened back there” I indicated toward the apartments, as I strapped Wilkes into the back seat, and then went around the car to get in the other side.

Even before I could consider strapping myself in, Nazurl pulled out of the parking space, accelerating hard. I was shoved back in my seat, until traffic slowed us down less than a hundred yards down the road.

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Friday Insight #5 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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NaNoWriMo ends today, but I already achieved the goal of 50,000 words back on Tuesday 27th November.

  • But that didn’t stop me, and I’ll be writing right up until the end of tonight to see how far I can get.
  • I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.
  • All samples will continue to be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


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I was grateful that we hadn’t gone far when Nazurl indicated that we’d lost our pursuers, and we had a chance to slow down a little. I had no idea where were, but Nazurl seemed to have a rough idea.

“I’m going to need your muscles again” She said,pointing to a ladder leading to another huge drain cover. Sunlight streamed down through the two holes, and it couldn’t have been a more welcome sight.

However, I found myself hoping that it opened into a quiet alleyway, or something, because I reeked of sewer slime, and my fur felt matted around the muzzle.

I shifted back to human form, and made a grab forNazurl’s backpack, wanting the clothes that she’d packed, before I even considered opening that drain. Ripping the bag off her shoulders, I pulled it open, and was disappointed to see only a pair of jogging bottoms and a pair of flip flops. In the middle of fall, Nazurl had chosen to outfit me in the least amount of clothing possible, without getting me arrested.

I growled in frustration, but then I also had to consider that she had probably had very little warning that I was investigating Jimmy’s death. And even less that we were going to have to escape a bunch of gun toting maniacs.

Climbing the ladder carefully, I wrapped one arm round the top rung of the ladder and shoved hard against the huge steel cover.Thankfully it gave way a little easier than the one in the Cup’s storeroom had,and I slid it to one side carefully.

I heard Nazurl climbing below me, and hauled myself up into the sunlight, blinking to try and adjust to the harsh light. Shouts and laughter greeted me as I finally managed to get my bearings, and people had started to notice something out of the ordinary happening.

“Bagley Hall” I muttered to myself as the double arched entryway caught my eye. I could hear the fountain running behind me, and I paused there half in, half out of the manhole cover, not believing our bad luck.

A yell from below reminded me that I wasn’t the only one trying to get out of the darkness below, and I finally climbed the rest of the way out. Leaning down through the hole, I helped Nazurl work her way into the sunlight, before sliding the cover back into place. Even if our pursuit hadn’t located us yet, there was no reason to believe that they wouldn’t be close by, and I didn’t want to leave them any clues as to which way we’d gone.

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Midweek Mumbles – I’m A Winner At NaNoWriMo!

NaNoWriMo Winner 2018

I’m officially a NaNoWriMo winner, as off 7:30pm on November 27th 2018.

Today was a surprisingly amazing day of writing. I wrote over 4,000 words and finished NaNoWRiMo three days ahead of the deadline.

“Of Wolves And Men” now sits at a nice 50,163 words, and I’m reaching the half-way marker. Things are only going to get more interesting for our hero from here on out.

What Now?

  • I’m going to keep writing hard and fast until the end of the month
  • Then I’m going to slow down a little so I can work out the end of the story before I reach it
  • I’ll keep posting the Friday Insight posts until just before the novel reaches it’s end

If you’re interested in seeing where my NaNoWriMo total finishes, check out my profile.

Book Spotlight – “Clay and Blood” by Rebekah Jonesy

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Book Blurb

Gillian Gilchrist has no time to rest after completing her first missions for Queen Mab and the goddess Danu. There is still the cleanup to do, and that’s how she finds herself following the trail of devastation left by a rogue fae.
Somehow this one moves through the trees without leaving any trace of its passing, except for the tattered and bloody clothing of its victims.

In the dark woods Gillian can’t tell if the culprit she is tracking is insane, sick, or simply acting out its true nature, but she knows that the only way to find out is to track it, capture it, and question it.
Unfortunately, that means following the scent of the victim’s blood soaked into the soil.

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From The Author

Rebekah Jonesy

Rebekah Jonesy knows stuff about things and isn’t afraid to talk and write about it. Outside of the literary world, she is a mad scientist cook, gardener, Jill of all trades, and military spouse. Inside the literary world she is a devourer of books, publisher, and mentor.

“Rebekah has the best kind of rabies”- JD Estrada
You can follow author Rebekah Jonesy at Twitter, Facebook, join her reader’s group, or her blog Heart Strong.

Where To Find Rebekah Jonesy

Twitter, Facebook, Blog (Rebekah Jonesy), Website (Heart Strong), Newsletter (Angela L. Lindseth)

Book Spotlight – “Battlefield Love” by Skyler Andra

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Book Blurb

When a sassy and disillusioned phone sex girl gets a hold of the power of Cupid, watch out!

Locke Casey is a twenty something year old creative writing student, funding her way through college with a questionable occupation. When some scorned chump calls through, asking her about love, what’s there to say? It sucks.

Told she’s perfect, she’s imbued with the powers of Eros, and thrown into a world she’s unprepared for. A world full of sexy avatars, each with unique godly abilities. Like Mads, the cunning and charming embodiment of Hermes, who’s allure she can’t resist. Or Rane, the intense, secretive and broody soldier, personifying Ares, that she can’t keep her hands off.

Unlike the avatars, Locke has somehow inherited the full power of Eros, who has mysteriously gone missing, and without his stabilizing influence, the gods are going crazy. Rane and Mads must get Locke to Olympus before it and Earth are thrown into chaos. But the closer she gets to the city of Gods, it seems the two avatars have secrets of their own, leaving Locke unsure who to trust.

Battlefield Love is the first in a series, a slow burn reverse harem romance with sexy, godly avatars and steamy scenes.

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From the Author

Skyler Andra

Never say never. That’s Skyler’s attitude, and she fills her heroines and heroes with that same philosophy. Skyler is an Aussie who loves traveling and her goal is to one day visit every country in the world.

When she’s not writing, she’s snuggling with a good book and her furbabies. At heart she’s a gaming nerd, Pilates and martial arts enthusiast.

Where To Find Skyler Andra

Facebook, Website (Skyler’s Den of Darkness – Facebook Reader’s Group), Newsletter (Skyler’s Den of Darkness – Facebook Reader’s Group)

Book Spotlight – “Unconfined Delusions, Beyond the Threshold” by Angela L. Lindseth

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Book Blurb

Unconfined Delusions, Beyond the Threshold, contains snippets of fast-paced, twisted fiction mingled with short stories that will keep you on the edge of your seat. “Broken Heart” questions the morality of organ transplantation. “The Basement” corners you in a dank basement with the tools of torture openly displayed. “My Last Sixteen Hours” counts down the last

minutes before execution. “Seeing Things” warns of a malignant aura wrapping its inky hands around your throat. “The Clutching” will send fingernails searching for a vein.
The words slither across the page, feed on insecurities, and corrupt dreams. Savor the weird deliciousness but read with the lights on. The land of Happily Ever After doesn’t exist behind this cover. Don’t let your guard down because the next page might bite.
Angela L. Lindseth’s first collection of flash fiction, Sanity’s Threshold, Slivers of a Twisted Mind, is available on Amazon.

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From the Author

Angela L Lindseth

Angela L. Lindseth was raised on the plains of South Dakota, and though she spent most of her life away, the draw of the Black Hills brought her back. She has a marvelous sense of humor, loves to sing, and has a great fondness for good beer. When not scrapbooking or making jewelry, she works on her dystopian novel, The Contraption, and writes flash fiction, some of which make her question her sanity.

Where To Find Angela L. Lindseth

Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Website (Angela L. Lindseth)

Short Story: “After Dark”

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This story was written specifically for the “31 Days of Halloween” event.

The original idea actually came from the ending of the story, and me trying to figure out what had happened to reach that point.

I’m deliberately presenting this story in draft form, with minimal editing. I may decide to develop it further, but for now, it seems as complete as it plans to be.

“After Dark” by Timothy Bateson

It was overcast the night my friends and I walked to the cemetery on the edge of town. Everyone told me that it was going to rain tonight, but I couldn’t smell it in the wind.

I’d lived in the city for most of my youth, and knew every smell and sound that the city was capable of producing. I also knew most of the streets, but the outskirts of the city were a mystery at times. And that’s why I’d brought Jenks along, even though he really wasn’t part of my circle of friends.

Jenks had grown up on this side of town, and had talked about how special the graveyard was on Halloween night. He’d regaled us with stories of nights spent wandering between gravestones reading the inscriptions. Though I didn’t really believe him, several of my friends had, and Jenks was labeled a weirdo.

I had my reasons not to believe him but I kept them to myself. After all, Jenks was the weirdo, not me. Somehow, despite everything, I was the popular one.

I was lost in thought as we approached the cemetery, and I missed whatever they were discussing, until Rollo asked how we were going to get in.

It was after dark, and I was interested in hearing the answer myself. So I turned to Jenks and asked him what his plan was to get all of us over the wall.

“There’s a loose section that I climb over, and it should hold even Rollo’s weight.”

Yeah, there was the other reason why Jenks wasn’t part of our circle. He spent a lot of time picking on Rollo and I didn’t like it. Rollo was one of the kindest people I knew, and didn’t deserve the kind of crap that Jenks gave him for his weight problem. The kid liked to eat, sure. But then when it came to mealtimes, he usually brought something that the rest of us could share.

I had Jenks show us where to climb, and we scrambled over, one after the other. I landed on the other side of the wall last amid nervous giggling and glances back toward the street. Smiling I called everyone to order, and waited for the merriment to quiet.

This wasn’t a normal night, and the reduced level of light made everything seem eerie, especially with the low-lying fog. But I knew that there were no reasons for most of us to be nervous.

The only people here, other than us, were long dead, and I was okay about that. The dead were nothing to be afraid of, and I reminded everyone of that. As nerves seemed to settle Jenks suggested that we should head deeper into the cemetery so he could show us his favorite headstone.

I nodded, and gave him the illusion of being in charge, if even for a few minutes. There was no harm in it, especially after his dig at Rollo. In fact, if anything that cemented my resolve to let him lead us deeper, if he dared. I still had my doubts about his claims.

Five minutes later, we were standing over a grave that looked freshly dug, even though the inscription indicated that it was much older. In fact, according to the headstone this was where an eighteen year old boy had been buried over sixty years ago.

I looked around my circle of friends, and decided to end the charade, and kick off the main event of the night.

I let my incisors extend, and watched the others do the same. That’s the moment we all turned on Jenks, and I grinned.

And then I started the countdown. “Ten… Nine…” It was on seven that Jenks finally took the hint, and ran. It would be a good hunt, as long as he didn’t fall into any of our graves, or faint like last year’s prey.

If he made the wall, he was safe, and the rules said we had to offer him the chance to join us. If he refused, he’d die anyway. But after his dig at Rollo, I wasn’t going to give him the chance to be one of us. Jenks did love graves, so maybe we’d hide his remains in one when we were done feasting.

“Dinner’s on me tonight boys. And no playing with your food, you have to be back in your graves before morning.” Of course, they didn’t need the reminder – we’d played this game for six decades.