It’s 6:30 on a Sunday morning and I’m still in bed. I’ve been home, sick from work since Thursday. Between the weather and office germs, I’m forced to recoup at home. Nevertheless, I’m still weary to the core, but unable to sleep.
If you’ve ever gone to my Facebook or Twitter accounts, you might’ve seen my motto: I don’t do drama, I only write it. Even now, as I’m writing this post, my head is swarming from the latest drama I’ve dished out. Over 80,000 words of passion, falling in love, emotional turmoil, undeniable angst and yes, drama.
I began Fire in the Water 🔥 over a year ago. The name has changed several times over and the plot has been stripped apart, only to be reinvented in ways that have blown my mind. The length of the work was initially 48,000 words and with each re-reading, has only continued to grow to over 84,000. If you’re anything like me, and you live for the written word, then you’ll understand when I confess that every new story pushes me further.
“Further into what?” you might ask.
I delve further into the human psyche to examine those key attributes that make or break them. One such thing is love – the need to love and be loved. Honestly, the word scares me enough, yet is intriguing enough to make me pursue it like nothing else.
I will leave it there, for now.
Fire in the Water 🔥 will be releasing soon. Once the release date has been determined, I will share. Until that time, here’s a snippet…
Certain moments will forever be frozen in time–the universe shifting to accommodate the earth, the sum of all fears, the pulsating heartbeats of star-crossed lovers, the moment you question the purpose of living and the instant you no longer deny the truth.
This is mine–painful, satisfying and messed up.
“Go to hell!” I shouted up into the pouring rain as it plopped down into my eyes and my nose, suffocating me as it rushed into my mouth
I was wearing super short khakis and an aqua tank plastered to firm, palm-sized breasts and shapely thighs. My feet were bare, and my toes swarmed with sand from the bottom of the ocean. Each second found me sinking into the gooey glob. It was a heavy type of comfort, overtaken by heaviness from up top to down below, squeezing off my air.
Precisely the point, right?
Everything, every minute figment, crowded my very existence. Drops of rain crushed me. The roar of waves ripped apart my eardrums. The on and off flash of lightning crept near enough to make me fear death. For a split second, I worried about dying, but then I realized this time, fear was meant to be my finale.
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