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January 28, 2016

Snippet from Book 2: Emery and the Keepers

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WARNING: Before reading this I would like to let you know that this has not gone through the editing process. This may change when going through the final review of the book before publishing. May edit this later when I’ve gotten some sleep. With that said, I really like this part of the book and I hope you will enjoy it.  🙂

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Walking down the uneven wooden steps leading down to the rocky shore, Liora made her way to the rushing white water. The current was strong. No doubt it was powerful enough to wash away a tree yet alone a person with no issues.

It was hard to keep her balance on the uneven ground but after getting her footing flat atop two rocks she crossed her arms, taking a breath to admire the view. The dam was no longer in one piece. The center of the large wall had collapsed. A pile of uneven pieces were along upper level of the shoreline. There were no fishermen on the plateaus. The only people that seemed to be part of the village were those behind her carrying on their days.

“You!”

Liora spun around to see the white haired girl two paces away. Her lavender eyes were wide, her jaw a jar.

“Me?” Liora was unsure why the girl sounded so shocked.

“You can’t be here… you can’t be real… you – you’re a dream,” the girl stuttered.

“I assure you I’m as real as you are… although I should be the one surprised since I saw you in my dream,” Liora stated, noticing the girl’s light brow wince. “Then again… I’m starting to get used to strange things in my dreams… since I’m a seer.”

“Seer?” the girl’s face scrunched at the word.

“A northern word for – you know what never mind… I’m here to help you,” Liora waved her hand before taking a step towards the girl who took a step back.

“Help me? I don’t even know who you are,” she snipped, looking around again, “you shouldn’t even be here… yo…you need to leave. Now.”

“Hey, I just got here. I’m here ’cause you asked me for help,” Liora stated. The girl shook her head.

“Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t ask for help. I don’t know who you are. You have to leave now before they find out you’re here!” the girl hurried towards Liora, turning her around before pushing on her back towards the other set of stairs leading to the bridge which led back to the forest.

“No, wait!” Liora resisted.

“No time!”

“Yes, time,” Liora spun to the side, watching the girl stumble forward catching herself as she gave Liora a glare. “What’s your name? Who are they? Why is there no time?”

“Do you always ask questions at inconvenient moments or are you being difficult because you just don’t like taking orders?” the white haired girl snipped, crossing her arms.

“That’s not answering my questions,” Liora glared.

They stood there for a moment in silence. The strange girl was taller than Liora had first expected her to be. Almost half a head taller than she was.

“Emery,” she sighed, looking to the side, “my name’s Emery.”

“See, now was that really that hard?” Liora asked, giving a smirk. “I’m Liora – but people call me Li.”

“Well, Liora, as much as I’d love to discuss in full and complete detail as to why you’ve decided to come here, you need to le–“

There came a rumbling of thunder as Liora turned in the direction of the dam. The dam was gone the water was low, there was no risk of the flood she had dreamed of. The sky was clear and there didn’t look to be a storm rolling over the mountains.

“Damn it…” Emery leapt, grabbing Liora’s hand. “They know you’re here– if they find you.”

“They’ll kill me?” Liora asked, watching the girl peer back.

“If you’re lucky!” Emery pulled Liora up the steps back towards the bridge leading into the city from the forest.

Halfway up, Emery halted, moving down one step at spotting who stood above them. There were two figures dressed in robes. They had been the people from her dream.

There was a woman on the left whose blonde hair escape the hood of her robe. Her eyes were shadowed but there was a smile on her lips that made Liora’s skin crawl. Beside the woman was a man, who chose not to hide his face from them. His brown eyes and messy hair reminded her of Pellar – though this man was better dress sharing a similar unnerving smile.

“Em, always trying to be the hero,” the woman said, while wagging her finger. Her black eyes were dark night as they peered down from the steps above.

“Pointless, pointless,” the man gave a full toothed grin.

Emery let go of Liora’s hand before glancing back. There was something in her lavender eyes that made Liora’s stomach flip.

“Run!” Emery shouted, charging the two adults before them as Liora tore passed.

The figures toppled to the ground as Emery lay on top of them, keeping them pinned. Liora took the steps two by two and when at the top she looked back down.

Emery was gone. The two figures were starting to stand as Liora bolted for the bridge. Liora wanted to turn back and question them but she couldn’t stop herself from running. Emery had wanted her to run and that’s what she was going to do.

Just as she reached the other side of the bridge her body shook as she toppled backwards onto her back. What had she hit?

There was no wall. There was nothing before her.

Standing, Liora put out her hand as she watched the air ripple like water before her. There was something there but she didn’t know what it was. It was like the air had turned solid… but that wasn’t possible. Such a phenomenon couldn’t exist. Unless…

“We won’t let you leave girl,” the man hissed.

Liora clenched her fists before turning to face the two standing, now in the middle of the bridge. She couldn’t run passed them. There was no other way around them either.

“Where’s Emery‽” Liora growled, taking a step towards them. “Where is she‽”

“Safe, I assure you,” the woman muttered, lifting a hand.

“And me… what are you going to do to me?” Liora’s voice wavered, as she forced down the tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. Her nails dug into her palms distracting her from the fear and worry that bombarded her mind.

“Such a tone – you’re going to be our guest. It’s been a while since we’ve had one. We’ve wanted some entertainment for a while now,” the woman licked her teeth like a snake tasting the air.

Entertainment? Liora’s stomach churned at the sweetness in the woman’s voice. The way she had said it made Liora’s skin crawl and hair stand on end.

“I’ll leave. You don’t have to do anything,” Liora bartered.

The two strangers laughed.

“Nonsense, you’re one of us now,” they looked at each other, smiling ear to ear, “you will never leave.”

Liora turned back to the translucent wall, hitting her hands against it in hopes it would break open. Upon her second hit she heard a snapping of fingers from behind as the world faded to black.

What does Meraki mean?

Today we explore the beautiful word – Meraki [may-rah-kee]. It means to do something with your soul , creativity, or love. It also means when you put something of yourself into what you do. This could be your passion for music, your desire for drawing, or your love for writing. Anything where you leave a piece of your soul/self in your work. This word I find is peaceful and fun to say. Although the word is Greek… I can’t help but think of how similar it sounds to Japanese.

Anywho… as meraki is a difficult word to use in a sentence I’ll leave some links to where you can read on how to use it in a sentence and determine the proper use… my best attempt would be:

My meraki is in everything I write.

But again, not quite sure if that is correct since… well there isn’t a lot of people who actually use this word in a sentence.

Meraki Resources:

Positive Word a Day – How to Use the Word

Manuelluz – Exploring the word deeper

A Grey Eyed Girl –  The Meaning of Meraki

Hope these help you. 🙂

For more interesting words check out my Old Word Fridays.

It Takes Time

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Sometimes when you have written/ published something you need to remind yourself that Rome wasn’t built in a day. Even though you’ve completed your book, published it, and have a readership interested in it you’re not going to sell a million copies overnight. That is an unrealistic goal. You should be happy if your book is selling. You should be happy that people have taken interest in your work but instead you’re overwhelmed – dare I say… apathetic.

200_sWith hearing stories, reading blog posts, or articles on people going viral with their writing it’s hard to accept that what you’ve done is good. Actually, before you continue reading this give yourself a pat on the back because you deserve it. You’ve gotten this far and be proud of what you’ve achieved. Not many have gotten to the place you are. Writing isn’t as easy as everyone thinks.

Now let’s continue.

The reason you may be so apathetic to what you’ve done is due to how society perceives achievement. Like in middle school or high school popularity in writing is what we writers view as success. Maze Runner, Game of Thrones, Twilight, Harry Potter, Divergent, and Hunger Games have made wanting to be a writer popular and some part of us wouldn’t mind having our characters become the next Thomas or Katniss.

But, not every piece of writing is going to be popular right away. Some Game of Thrones booktimes the best things in the world take time. Shakespeare took a lifetime to become one of the greatest writers of history. Da Vinci took years… heck centuries for his talents to be recognized. Stoner, Kafka, Catch-22 and other now popular books took years to be recognized (more books listed HERE). Even the popular books mentioned in the paragraph above weren’t main stream until later one in their careers – I’m talking about you GoT (Book 1 published 1996).

So, why are you apathetic towards the hard work you’ve done? Why do you perceive the books you’ve sold as a failure?

Firstly, lets look at the word failure. To fail is to not be successful and so in that sense if your goal was to have people read your book and you have a person or people reading your book then you are not a failure. An epic book fail would mean not getting any interest in your book. In all manner of the word your book is not a failure. If your book made 10 sales it wouldn’t be a failure. If your book made 1 sale is wouldn’t be a failure because there is one person in this world reading your book. One person is reading a story that wouldn’t ac6a516d6df74c2fb4d7d9e6a98c1e66have existed if you hadn’t written it. Therefore as long as you have made more than zero sales your book is not a failure! And hey, if you haven’t gotten anyone reading your book you didn’t fail. You learned something and you take what you’ve learned to make something better or improve upon what you have already made. We all fail at one point but what we choose to do with that failure is what really shows what type of person you are. Take this experience and learn from it – don’t let it destroy your passion or your confidence.

Eventually your book will grow a larger readership – if you continue writing and bringing attention to it. We all have to start somewhere but in the world of social media where we get instant results it’s hard to remind yourself that what you’re doing may take time. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Most books aren’t written in an afternoon. Most dreams do take a lifetime. Not everything is instant… not everything happens at once. This is what you’ll have to keep reminding yourself of when you look at your book. That in time its popularity may grow. That its message will be shared.

Honestly, as much as you may like the thought of your book becoming the next best-seller that shouldn’t be the reason and probably isn’t the reason you wrote this book in the first place. This is a story you wanted to share. These are topics, characters, ideas you wanted the world to read about. You should write for you and publish for you – not anyone else.

So, calm down and take a breath. Admire the work that you MontreGousset001have done and the beautiful piece of writing you’ve created. You need to remember why you wrote that book and wanted to share it with the world. It’s a story you love and in time there will be like-minded people who will love it too.

But at the moment you have to remember – it takes time.

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