Misty’s Magical Shed 17

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Short Story Snippets | Posted on 26-04-2016

The window frame swung out and an image shimmered, then sharpened. Swirl stretched her arms toward the stronghold that had been her family home. “No!” The proceedings grew dismal.

Strands of silk retreated through Papa Hal’s cavern and out into the dark sky. The fine trail spread to twinkling lights in the wide expanse. Spirals of stars and intergalactic dust gobbled all traces.

Swirl clenched her fists and quivered from head to toe. Unable to prevent what happened from her vantage point, she continued to stare with fixated horror. Inside a black hole that allowed no light to escape, her hideaway offered a sanctuary that. More prison than home, it Swirl gave the only protection she could depend on.

The remaining silk inside the oval container glowed with a mind of its own, but it could do nothing to change what happened. To prevent it from going to the rescue, she replaced and secured the lid. A glow protested, but it would be there again when she needed it, and need it she would.

Long black strands of hair fell into her face. As usual, she brushed them back, but could not brush away the darkness that overwhelmed her. She needed to get herself under control, so she scrubbed the wall and a shiny surface grew. Her reflection frowned back. Deep lines etched worry and anger around crystal blue eyes. “This has to stop. I’m still beautiful.” Despite that, no one wanted anything to do with her. That’s fine, she thought. I’ll show them. When I can use my siren call once more, I won’t have to worry about being alone ever again. She opened her mouth as if the song she longed for would spill out and surround her. Like so many times before, all that happened was a pitiful croak.

“Min! You did this to me,” Swirl screamed, but no one was there to hear, least of all her sister Minerva. A twinkle of an idea intensified. “Ah,” she laughed. I’ll get even with Min and all the others. First she would have to defeat her nephew. It had been fun building a fear of spiders in him when he was a baby. Maybe she could use that now. Next time I’ll be stronger. I’ll take back my birthright. She flicked her hand at the image on the wall and it vanished.

Misty’s Magical Shed 16

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Short Story Snippets | Posted on 08-04-2016

He did know what to do. But did he have enough of the magic the others depended on? Only one way to find out. He lifted both arms high overhead, then jerked them down into his body. With the right one, Finny reached to catch an unlit torch that flew from a sconce high in the wall.

What good will that do? a shrill voice screamed so only he could hear.

Wow, even before the thought shouted in his mind, Finny  pictured the heat and fire of the molten fountain. His thumb and third finger snapped together.

The torch ignited with a fiery red flame.

When Finny brought it against the long slender arm of spider web attached to the hand at his throat, it shriveled and turned black. He jerked back and and touched the flame to the delicate lace. It shattered into a pile of dust. Another tendril reached out. Finny grabbed and wrapped his fist around it.

“Let go,” the voice that had screamed in his mind shouted out loud.

Strange, despite the evil it carried, it reminded him of Mama’s.

Other tendrils stretched out to Finny and one wrapped around the hand that held the torch.

No! He squeezed the handle to keep from dropping it. This has to stop. Closer and closer he brought the flame. Heat grew, but before it could scorched his face the web disintegrated.

The tendril around his ankle cut into the flesh, so Finny aimed the torch lower.and lower. Before the flame made contact it released and retreated before distruction made its mark and destroyed it. The rest of the delicate web followed close behind.

“Yes.” Finny chortled. He raised his hands in a wave motion and brought them down in front of his chest.

More torches flew out to stand at attention.

He snapped his fingers and and they lit with the rich smell of the matches Dad had used to light campfires on their family trips. After that, each moved to take its place in a sconce. That is all but one, and it hovered before Finny. It wobbled as it followed him out into the cavern. “Go. Now.” He stretched his left hand out and pointed.

Sizzle, pop, steam hissed.

The strands retreated more.

“You have won the battle, but the war continues.” The voice echoed through the chamber.

The air cleared. Molten rock, no longer black, dripped again and formed a protecting sheet and replaced the chill.

I knew you could do it. Raskee rubbed against Finny’s leg.

Well done, my boy. Papa Hal pulled Finny inside the strong stone walls and shut the door, before he gathered him into his arms and squeezed. But this is only the first lesson.

Choices

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Some spare thoughts from a writer | Posted on 17-03-2016

I finally got my book to the place it needed to be for the current submission. There has been a lot of polishing since I started sending it off. Strange, but some people have an instinct that their book is good. This is my best effort so far, but is it good enough? There have been rejections. Kind as they have been, they are still rejections. Well, it is not in my hands now. The derision is not mine to make.

Now to get to work on other projects. “Naldo Calls”, the second book in the series is presenting me with a new creative challenge. In the past I would have said that is the best part of the process. Surprise, it is only part of it. The edit and reedit is just as incredible. If you are a writer, relax, enjoy the whole process. That would include submission and rejection. I hope that now includes acceptance.

All things considered, I am a writer.

Today is the first day in the rest of my life.

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Short Story Snippets | Posted on 13-03-2016

I’ve been working at every opportunity to polish my book and write my two page synopsis. At the Surrey International Writers Conference, I was lucky enough to have a blue pencil with “New York Times” best selling author, Robert Dugoni. He gave me some great pointers. At the same conference, the pitch I did with Laurie McLean was amazing as well. The result was that she asked me to send the synopsis and full manuscript to her partner Tricia. There have been a few detours along the way, but the story is better because of them.

Today I fulfilled that request.

Now I’ll do the hardest thing of all, wait. To ease some of the tension I’ll start work on my second book. I realized yesterday that there are at least four books in this series. Books two and three have a good solid start. Book four is what I’ll work on for NaNoWriMo this November. That will have to wait and percolate in my mind.

I am so grateful for my writing. It gives me something to work on that takes me away from my everyday troubles.

I hope this is the time I am able to introduce you to the world of Naldo.

 

 

 

Getting Close to the Next Step

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Some spare thoughts from a writer | Posted on 04-03-2016

Today is the first day in the rest of my life. An old saying, but I’m approaching the day and this weekend with this as my main determination. I’ve been working on my first book, “Not Too Late Forever”, since 2006. During this time I’ve learned so much about writing. It’s amazing how intricate the process is. Another thing that has come into play for me is all the gracious and giving writers who are not only willing, but eager to share their knowledge. I hope to soon count myself in their ranks.

Today is a good day to make a major dent in the edit of my book, and get it ready for Sunday night. There’s still work to be done before I send it off to the agent I talked to at the Surrey International Writers. Conference. There’s been a lot of work along the way. Now I need an equal amount of luck.