A New Year

So now that I have recovered from November and now December, it's time to get started on writing the rest of my novel. I'm excited to get started writing again. Although there is going to be a problem with writing… While taking my "no writing" break, I managed to have at least two dreams where I just HAD to write down what they were. I have a feeling that I'm going to end up working on more than one project, and it's going to take me forever to finish anything. But I've made it my New Year's Resolution to finish a novel and get it published.

I've actually done a lot of research into publishing it myself, thanks to a blog by another author who publishes her books herself as an eBook on kindle. Even though that's not exactly what I wanted to do, at least my work will be getting out there. Which is extremely exciting for me. I can't say how much I enjoy writing. Most of the time, I end up thinking and talking to my characters (Is this the onset of a mental problem… I hope not).

Another reason that I'm excited to finally have a way to publish my writing, is because I let someone read the beginning of my novel, and she loved it. Actually, she's been begging me for more. It's made me feel so much better about wanting to become a writer. I know loving to write doesn't actually mean I'm a good writer, but having some feed back about what I've written really helps. I know I keep saying it, but I really am excited about writing.


Here's just a little teaser of what I'm writing :)



It was one those hot days, where no matter what you do, you can not cool down. The heat rolled off in waves on the black asphalt. The pools were almost to the point of boiling, but that did not stop them from playing ball.
Cassandra was up at bat and as she wiped the sweat from her brow, she pulled down her cap, tapped the top corner of the home plate and stared down the pitcher, waiting for whatever surprise he might throw at her. The catcher squatted behind her, signaling to the pitcher. He shook off a few suggestions before finally picking one. He hated when Cassandra was up at bat. There were not many pitches that she could not hit and it also did not help that she was left-handed. In the games this block played, she was the only one that was left-handed. Everyone knew as soon as Cassandra was up, they had to reposition themselves.
The two runners on base took their lead off their bases as the pitcher wound his first pitch. Woosh. The ball slammed into the catcher’s mitt. The runners returned to their bases to get ready for the next pitch.