Wow. I feel awful. I’ve been neglecting my wonderful readers out there! It’s been almost a month since I last posted. I feel truly dreadful! When I was last here, I opened the doors to BETA readers for my new work in progress. Since then, my BETA reading list has grown to nearly seven times the length of my old list! While this is very exciting and has had me on Cloud 9 for the last few weeks, it also means that my every waking moment has been filled with words. My characters in this story have quickly developed a flock of rabid fangirls, and between them and various impatient BETA readers, I’ve felt a bit like Jack Sparrow below.
It’s been refreshing, really, as much as I hate to say it. Every spare moment has been spent cramming words on a page. If I’m not studying for school, taking care of my horse, sitting in church, or working, I’m writing furiously. It’s consumed my life almost as much as NaNoWriMo, if not more! Everything is handwritten, which means I spend all my time writing it only to immerse myself in editing and improving as I type it up to send it out. Even on days haunted by writers’ block, I’ve been as productive as possible – plotting, editing enticing character photos to hold the fangirls at bay, scribbling out character webs, drawing maps, staring at a blank page of paper begging the words to come out, you name it and I probable tried it. I’ve even resorted to pulling out my Irish folk music a few times.
To many, the above scenario probably sounds more like a nightmare than a nice change of pace. But to me, especially during the last few weeks, it’s been my delight. Between the loss of a friend the day before my 18th birthday, various injuries and physical ailments, and boatloads of schoolwork, the constant companion of my pen and notebook has kept me strong and sane. It makes me realize just how lucky I am, to have such an amazing form of stress and emotional relief, and I praise God for it every time I plop down cross-legged in the Student Union and flip open my notebook.
However, I am ashamed to say that all of this writing has left little time for blogging. I may have written over 12,000 words in this new project since I posted last, but that number means little to my wonderful readers here where it’s been bone dry. And so, while it is a week substitute for a month’s worth of posts, today I am officially releasing the title of this new novel, along with the synopsis, the cover, and the graphics I have created during my blocked days. Enjoy!
A heartless landlord thirsting for power. A band of knights, desperate to change their ranks in society. An oppressed people, torn apart beneath their tyrannical treatment. Betwixt them, a single factor stands his ground.
Lucian Cathasach, known as Deordhan amongst his contemporaries, belongs to Lord Sadach. Stripped of home, family, dignity, and voice, his skill with horses has helped him climb the ranks of slaves. Now one of Sadach’s knights, he’s forced to protect his master’s hard-won land and possessions, all the while facing the scorn and contempt of his company.
With his heart set on defending the people, Lucian has become the protector without a defense. This is his story, told in the words he was never able to speak.
Caillte (Lucian’s best – and only – friend) Teasers:
Lorcan (main antagonist) Teasers: