Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where authors post 8-10 sentences from their current, newly released, or upcoming work in progress. Is everyone else melting from this heatwave? It’s going to be +30C over the next couple days, which in Fahrenheit means really damn hot. But I’m exceedingly well stocked on books, ice cream, and rewrites (more on that later), so let’s mosey on to this week’s Storm of the Gods snippet, which will start going out to literary agents tomorrow. Last week, Derek had learned his attacker was a dark-scion capable of controlling the dark fifth element, aether. As Derek faces off against his attacker, he wonders how his brother is faring via their telepathic link, the blood-bond (slightly modified to fit the 10 sentence limit)…
He shoved the dark sphere of magic at me. I leaned back and let it fly past me into the truck. The sphere exploded on impact, its smoky tendrils corroding the metal I’d been standing in front of moments ago.
I stepped back to get away from the truck, then heard shouts from behind me. From the corner of my eye, I could see a duo of black clad people––a bulky African American and a woman with the same masks as the dark-scion––run toward the vehicle. But I couldn’t see Liam engaging them, and I couldn’t show my back to a dark-scion.
<Ace, I can’t get to you yet, are you okay?>
<There’s a godsdamn water-scion fighting me and––>
Which meant he was okay, but when the African American and the woman reached him––
I whirled around, lashing out with my sword, which clashed with the sickle that had been cleaving toward my throat.
Now, onto my little rewriting crisis. Oh, you’re not surprised I had another one? Me either! Here’s what happened: After scoping out the literary agents I want to email for Storm of the Gods, I started working on the rewrites of my YA fantasy novel, which some of you might remember was already going through a huge overhaul since I gender-swapped the two main characters. I worked through it for a little while, but it felt like I was just typing out words for the sake of typing out words. All of a sudden I had a thought about something in my plot, which lead to a spark/epiphany, which led to me stressing because this spark meant I had to rewrite the entire story from scratch. Again. Now, at first, I was pissed about this. I put so much work into the plot, the character interactions, the big maze they were going to do, everything. Over 100K words essentially wasted. But I couldn’t shake this spark from my head and it kept nagging me, so I figured I might as well see where it took me.
And I could not have been more glad that I did that.
Third time is definitely the charm, because I love this new story. Everything ties in perfectly, the stakes are massive, every character faces legitimate danger and no one is “useless,” the action is plentiful, there is lots of room to explore the world and history I created (though it needs some minor tweaks for the sake of the historical timeline), and most importantly, this feels like a “me” book. Not just one that I would write, but one that falls into the saying “write the book you want to read.” Yes, I have to start from scratch again (at time of posting this, I’m about halfway through Chapter 2), but I did the same with Storm, and rewriting it will likely be the best thing I ever did. That, and paint one of the walls in my condo with chalkboard paint. I started using that and it’s a godsend. I’d post a photo, but, well, all the spoilers are on that wall haha. Still, I cannot be more excited to start this new draft and see where it takes me.
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