I should have explained this ages ago. I guess I didn’t. 😛 Oh well.
True Freedom is a writing project I have set aside for now. With much headdesking and wanting to pull my hair out, I decided this was best.
Why did I do this? Well, there are several reasons.
1. Major plot issues.
I went into this story hardly knowing where I was going and not knowing very much about story structure. It had more then a few plot issues.
I know this blog has been dormant of late, but I’m working to fix that. Busyness can take over at times, but I’ll still try to post as frequently as possible. You can expect posts with more about my writing, some poetry, and possible some theological thoughts soon. 😀
Here is a picture I made with the logline for my novel, True Freedom. (For those who are wondering what a logline is, like I was before I found a thread about them on http://www.holyworlds.org/fantasy , it’s a one-sentence description of your novel.) My logline picture is a wonderful reminder of my WIP, to remember where this story is going in the first place. To remember to work on it. So that I can possibly get it published one day. Yay! See how motivational logline pictures can be? 😉
I found making a simple cover for my work in progress (WIP) is easy, fun, and a great way to stay motivated. It’s not the one I shall actually use, of course, but it’s wonderful to look at and feel motivated. It was very easy on CreateSpace, made with cover creator. Yea, it’s not perfect, and I just stuck a excerpt on the back since I don’t have a synopsis (yet), but it was super fun and easy!
The cover I made with CreateSpace. Easy, simple, and amazingly fun!
Well, this blog has been a little inactive due to NaNo. But I suppose that’s a good thing, since it means I’ve been writing! 😀 And I’m at 42020 words. Which is pretty good, and I’ve decided to post the entire prologue to my NaNo story. Keep in mind it’s a rough first draft, typos may occur.
By Azlyn Rose
Grace watched, riveted, at Pa screaming in pain as the overseer brought the whip down over and over on his exposed back. Her babyish, deep brown eyes filled with tears and spilled down her cheeks, and she too felt like screaming along with him, feeling the pain that was shown clearly in his eyes. Grace opened her small mouth, but no words came out. Had someone of her young age ever felt such pain? She should do something, get someone to help, fetch Ma, Abby, anyone. But already a circle of people stood around the whipping post, watching silently. There was nothing anyone could do when Overseer Boris punished someone. Instead, Grace could only watch, unable to turn away from the horror scene which took place before her. Blood splattered the ground nearby. It was as if her tear filled eyes could not move away from what she saw.