Hey everyone! Below is a guest post question and an excerpt from Claudy Conn. She is currently doing a blog tour for her Legends series. Say hi and check links below on where to buy! Also check the giveaway details at the end of this post!
What
process do you use when you write a story - Do you use an outline, or
a timeline, to remember who is doing what and when?
I
use my writing bible. My editor created it and we add to it. It
reminds me who is who, where, what and when. I set up goals and scan
back at my notes to see if I am achieving those goals. I can never
stick to an outline because my characters are alive and never do as
they are told!
Excerpt from 'Catch & Hold':
If I timed it
wrong I knew I would have his
death
sword buried in my
gut.
Before I could
explore the possibilities and help myself, I was staring at
Gaiscioch, who had suddenly shifted into the war room, only ten feet
away from where I tottered.
He shook his head
and smirked at me. “Well then, just what kind of a warrior are
you?
Letting one of those things connect with you—tsk, tsk. Not as
proficient with your Fae skills as you thought you were, eh, Daoine?”
His tone goaded me
and somehow gave me the strength to sneer at him with a great measure
of bravado I was far from feeling. Bluster,
I told myself, bluster …
and get the hell out of here.
Did I listen to me?
No.
I prepared myself as
instinct took over, guided me, and told me just what he had in mind.
I waited as he looked me over. I waited for the moment he would shift
at me with his death sword aimed.
I sensed it the
moment he went into his mind. I sniffed at his scent and forced
myself to wait a fraction of a moment.
If I timed it wrong
I knew I would have his
death
sword buried in my
gut.
Just as I felt him
shift, I jumped out of his way. His face was a mask of fury, and he
lunged towards me, but again, I was ready for him, and this time, I
shifted.
Once again I had
come face to face with my father’s murderer and I had allowed him
to live. I felt heartsick … and then I realized I also felt
really sick …
Was I dying? No. I
couldn’t die yet, I had to kill Gais—I
had to.
I couldn’t die without doing that first, and something else,
something so important, someone
so important.
Danté—I had to
see Danté, if only for the last time. My mind exploded with his
name, and I heard the anguish in my voice reverberate all through the
Dark King’s retreat as I shouted with the last bit of strength I
had.
“D-a-n-t-é!”
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