Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Is Your Writing Fat???

You wanna see if your writing is overweight?  A friend of mine turned me on to the Writer's Diet.  This is a fun and interesting way to see where your deficiencies lie in your writing.  Simply copy a portion of your story and run the test.  You can get an analysis in PDF form or just view it on the screen. 

The analysis you receive states your writing is either of the following:  lean, fit and trim, needs toning, flabby or heart attack territory.  It is quite funny but also a good guide when you are not sure of how to write.  I love this website and will be using it in the future.  Hope you enjoy.


http://www.writersdiet.com/wasteline.php

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Evil Queen- L.Redd

 
http://www.amazon.com/Evil-Queen-Wood-Sprites-ebook/dp/B009F43LKS/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1348528394&sr=8-4&keywords=lachelle+redd#_


The forest was cold, dark and unfamiliar to its latest outcast. The wind whipped through the night sky and across Heithar’s face like slithers of ice striking a windowpane in a violent winter storm. She crouched under a tall magnolia and reflected on her loss. Under normal circumstances she would welcome the night, but tonight she loathed the existence of the sprite and her new found power. Her defeat burned bitterly in her mind as the wind howled around her. She could not fathom how a creature with no “real” power could have defeated her. She had been alive before that youngling was even conceived and yet she succumbed to this woodland creature and her strength alone. Now she was an outcast and fan in fear. She had been a great sorceress and trickster. She had tortured kings and their families and revelled in the fact that no one could control her evil. But now she was forced to realize that even she had enemies and that those enemies would do whatever they could to strike out and gain the courage necessary to vanquish her.

As she sat cloaked in darkness as if she were cut from the night a wolf howled in the distance. She stared into the pitch with only the high full moon as her guide. She could see the shark tooth mountains up ahead. They were so named because of their eerie appearance to the teeth in a great white’s mouth. But they were also a landmark. There was a township on the other side of those mountains. This is where she would recuperate until the next meeting with the creature she still deemed inferior to her power. She would return when the time was right and new spells conjured so that she could defeat the simple wood sprite. And this time she would not underestimate the sprite’s courage and internal strength. The next time there would be no defeat, only death.

For now she focused on the rest she most desperately needed. She had exhausted too much power and the need to sleep to beginning to cloak her as the darkness. She slowly closed her leathery eyelids and listened to all the night creatures as they went about their nightly chores. The township was at least three days by foot. She would hide during the day as her appearance would give knowledge to her being alive. For now she didn’t want anyone to know that she had survived. Her disappearance would be her ally and alibi. But for now, she would rest and in the morning she would move to find shelter before her trip.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Random Bit

So many times he had been there and watched as the life drained from their faces, but this time things were different.  He moved slowly down the stairs towards the heap of human clumped at the bottom of the stairs.  He knew he had pushed her, but there was something that made him second guess.  He knelt beside the lifeless victim, his hands stretched out quivering as proceeded to turn the body over.  As he did he felt a chill across his face as he recognized the girl.  He jumped back in horror.  It was the young woman from the laundry mat.  He knew because he remembered that tatoo.  The rose and vines on her neck, it was her.  But there was one problem.  He had killed her two months ago and buried her deep in the woods.  How could she be here?  This was not happening.  Just as he attempted to make sense of the lifeless body her eyes blinked as she sat up and looked him in the eye.  Her eyes were cold and black as night.  Her skin began to fall from her face as she spoke. 

"Didn't think you'd get away that easily, did you?"

Saturday, September 1, 2012

475 for August

I finished off August with 475 books downloaded and 2 sold.  It is a small start, but it is a start.  I am thankful to anyone who downloaded my books and took the time to read them.  From my understanding everyone is not able to leave a review sooooo, I am in limbo about the reaction and what people think.  Good or bad, I am in this for the long haul and I plan to keep on writing.

L-Redd