Monthly Archives: September 2014
I had to do a post on the Outlander Wedding. I’ve been obsessed with the books, and now that the series are on Starz, I am glued to the TV on Saturday nights. I mean it’s bad. Nobody is allowed to talk to me while I stand in front of that screen, mesmerized by every scene.
Tonight is the epic wedding! I’m so looking forward to the Outlander Wedding. Jamie Fraser and Claire Beauchamp become husband and wife. This wedding has to happen to save Claire from Black Jack Randall, the cruel English captain. Well, “cruel” is putting it mildly. Let me put it this way. His last week’s performance had chills running up and down my spine. He is the epitome of evil.
Claire is beside herself that she has to marry to save her hide because she has a husband in the 1940’s, and all she wants to do is get back to her life from that time. Jamie, the handsome young lad, is willing to marry her to save her from the evil hands.
Ah, and things only get interesting from here on. You see, Jamie may act like he’s marrying her to help his “friend” out, but in actuality, he’s already fallen in love with her. We learn this much later in the book. Their wedding is the start of a beautiful relationship between them.
I’m a huge sucker for a good love story—always have been. I have to say Outlander is one of the top love stories on my list. I absolutely can’t wait for the big wedding…oh, and then the wedding night. Ha! They better not hold anything back!
As I wait for the show tonight, I had to find a way to calm my anticipation—of course, through writing! So, here I am blogging about it.
To all you fellow Outlander fans, see you at the wedding!
Many of you have been waiting anxiously for the final installment of the Chaysing Trilogy. Let me assure you that I work on it every evening and every weekend—literally, every spare moment. Trust me, I’m dying for my closure too. 🙂
The good news is that the story is done! Man, does that feel good! I’ve gone through it once already, but I’m going through it again. It’s just what I do. I have to go over it to enhance the scenes, work on proper wording, the sentence structure, grammar…you know, just get it right.
For me, it’s imperative that my readers are “there” with the characters. I want my readers to feel the joy, the sorrow, the pain—everything that my characters are going through. So, as a writer, the emotional piece is priceless. I truly get inside my characters’ heads and try to portray what they’re going through.
That being said, what’s next? Well, when I’m done going through it a few more times, I will send the manuscript to editor(s). Then, I’ll revise it some more. When I’m completely satisfied with it, I’ll send it to the publishers. There, the publishers take another couple of months to format it and make it available to the readers on all major sites. Yeah, it is a long drawn out process, but my goal is to send it to the publishers by the end of this year.
So hang in there! I promise it will be worth the wait! I absolutely can’t wait for you all to read it because I love how the story developed.
In the meantime, here’s a little prologue for Chaysing Destiny. Enjoy!
The pain is unbearable, but the reward makes it tolerable. I have to push harder to bring my baby into this world. As the fear for my baby’s safety consumes me, an overwhelming sense of sorrow sends tears cascading down my cheeks.
The sound of the explosion has me running toward the source. I have to save him. Screams and cries of women and children urge me to run faster.
Blood everywhere. Too many dead, mutilated bodies are all around me. No, please, no! I’m too late.
Suddenly I’m running through the field of beautiful wild flowers. I’m playing with Gem, and while I laugh, she barks with excitement. I glance over my shoulder to see Chayse running after me. I feel him tackle me, his weight holding me down. I laugh.
When he turns me over to face him, his eyes are not happy. Without any warning, the force of his knuckles land hard on my face.
Everything goes black.
The nightmares continue to haunt me. The dread of not knowing if these nightmares are a part of my past, present, or future petrifies me.
Too many questions. Not enough answers.
But I won’t back down. I will find my answers.