A little about Christina:
When I was young my mother said I hated words. Now I can't imagine not writing. I became an avid reader when I was thirteen and discovered the wonderful world of the Sweet Valley series. About a year later I realized I could play God and write about my own characters. I've been writing in some form ever since.
Now as I tackle completion of Epiphany, I moonlight as a wife, mother, and a part-time student. I’m hoping to release Epiphany by May, 2013. And in the spirit of sharing and exchanging paragraphs, here’s a paragraph from my WIP, titled Epiphany:
Sounds like a great read, doesn't it. Here's a little about me (Blair):
I'm actually fairly private so you won't find a picture of me here. Or anywhere. I love to share my writing and interact with people through my blog, but I don't think the rest of my life has anything to do with my writing. I'm happy to let my work speak for itself and have people approach it without any preconceived notions. My writing (and my reading) range quite a bit. Right now I've been working on a rather dark fantasy story for NaNoWriMo that might be YA (it has a teen protagonist) but probably isn't - the themes are more adult. I'm also working on a SciFi book that is definitely YA and very positive, filled with good people struggling to overcome adversity. I've also written a modern love story that has good and bad. See, hard to categorize it all together. But since I'm all about NaNo at the moment, here's a paragraph from my project. I'm pretty happy with how it's turning out and most likely will publish it sometime in the unknown future after much editing and revision.
A Daughter's Revenge: A Necessary Evil Tale
He is a good man. He’s offering me a life, a real life. A chance to have children and raise them and grow old and die. He’s not much different than Tomas was and my life might be harder in the city but it wouldn’t be so bad. But he said it himself: I don’t have a father. Nor a mother. Nor a brother, nor two sisters. No family at all. I’m not alive for myself; I’m alive for them. I can’t let myself see Charlie’s look of longing and devotion. I see Jaken's cruel grin, Falton’s beady eyes. I can’t care about Charlie. I care only for revenge.
Finally, here's a couple folks who I'm passing the torch to. Check out their great blogs now and hopefully get a little paragraph from them next week:
Alex at Excerpts From Nonexistent Books
Randi at The Emotional Process of Writing a Novel
Great excerpt! I like your cover too. Thanks so much for hopping along. :)
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