What I'm Reading: I finished Nobody But Us. I'm so glad I read this story. It felt so real and so raw, and the characters were so on target for teens dealing with the issues they were dealing with. (that's a lot of so's...guess I'm pretty passionate about this) I hope to have a review up on Friday or Saturday. I'm trying to decide what to read next. I have several things on my Kindle, and there's always Siege and Storm, but I don't know what I'm in the mood for. Sort of tempted to buy and read Gone Girl. Or maybe something closer to what I'm writing this time. Anyone have any historical fiction or alternate history recommendations? Historical fantasy?
What I'm Writing: I set my goals for this past week a little too high. It took a lot more words than I expected to finish part three of Stars and Stripes, so I didn't get those extra 1,000 words in. Though technically I'm writing this Tuesday night, and I still have a shot at them once I finish. I did, however, finish and revise part three enough to send it off to one of my CP's.
I really want to share an excerpt from this part, but I just can't. So many things happen. Phew. So instead, here's an excerpt from the third and final POV for what I'm working on. This comes from Captain Greybar, the head of the Union company that Danny is now a part of. Greybar only makes a handful of POV appearances. This first one is from part two and will probably be the last excerpt I share.
The room was dark, but Greybar didn’t need daylight to see in the night. A heavy wooden bed was situated in the far corner, only a few feet away from the fireplace. Across from the foot of the bed sat a matching desk, flush with the window. A small gas lamp rested on its corner along with a box of Greybar’s personal effects.
His James Clark telegraph had been set up while he was gone—its wire running through the now-closed window. Each Seer Captain had one in order to report progress back to General Clay. The president had provided them. His own father had suggested it.
General Greybar—hero of the Mexican-American war. Greybar scoffed. His father was just like the rest of them. He played soldiers like pawns in his quest for the highest rank, the greatest recognition. He wasn’t any better than Grant or Buell or any of the others. To them, the Seers were merely a means to glory.
The Captain had thought more than once of what would have happened had he joined Eli Shackleford and the rebel Seers in their quest for a new order. But he couldn’t waste time on wondering. As enticing as the idea of freedom was, he didn’t want it at the cost Eli demanded.
Greybar sat in the wooden chair and rested his hand on the telegraph. He needed to let Clay know about Danny, but his mind was moving too fast to think of the right words. Instead, he reached into the box on the table and pulled out his leather-bound journal. He opened it to the middle, where a thin photograph lay pressed between the pages.
His seventeen-year-old self stared up at him, his eyes bright with the fire of reform and the hope of a better future for all those born with the Sight, a future of choice. Milo stood on his left, her hands on her hips, grinning. On his right, a young woman in military dress pressed her lips to Greybar’s cheek. Her short blond hair fell into her eyes, hiding half her face from the photo. He brushed his fingertips across her face and resisted the urge to crumple the photograph in his fist. He dropped it on the table then buried his head in his hands.
“Eli,” he whispered her name. But it didn’t matter. She couldn’t hear him. She’d never hear him again. If he saw her, he’d have to kill her. She’d never let him take her prisoner.
For this coming week, I'd like to knock out part four. It's only four chapters, so I think it might be an attainable goal. However, some of what I had originally plotted has changed, which might complicate things. I'd at least like to complete the next two chapters.
What Else I've Been Up To: We had a wonderful long weekend filled with lots and lots of rain, making for a much cooler July than we typically get. I loved it. Things are ramping up again at work, so I'm having to be really particular with my free time to make sure I can do everything I want to do. And I finally got back to hot yoga after my fall. I spent about 30 minutes of my first 90 minute class on the floor, but it's been getting easier. I really missed it.
What's Inspiring Me Now: This quote from Brian Andreas: "Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life."
What's up with you?