I haven’t had time to really think about what to put in a post, because I’ve been devoting most of my spare minutes this week (aside from spending several days on the couch sick) to NaNoWriMo.
I love NaNo, because it’s one of the few things that helps me to get the self-discipline to actually get busy and just write.
I’ve had this idea churning in my head for several months, if not longer, and so I’m very excited to get to actually start putting it to words and watch the story unfold. And I’d like to share a brief snippet with you!
My working title is “Prophecy,” although that’s not so much a title as it is a way for me to find which file I’m looking for in my saved documents. I’m open to suggestions, if anyone has a thought for a better title.
Anyway, here is a brief blurb about the book, and the opening scene of the story. Enjoy!
Rayn wakes up one morning to find that she can see the future…but not in a good way. Her visions lead her into conflict with the people around her, alienating her from those she cares about. But if no one will talk to her, how can she warn them that the end is coming?
Images, like a movie trailer fast-forwarded, flashed across her field of vision.
Some of people she knew, others of people she knew of—movie stars and politicians—and still others of people she’d never seen whizzed by in an endless stream. They tugged at her, gnawing her mind, insistent.
Something in her unconscious mind told her it was a message of some sort, and important, yet only fragments of the meanings of just a few of the images filtered through the cacophony far enough for her to even ponder them.
Some part of her knew she dreamed it all, yet she could neither wake nor retreat into ordinary slumber.
More snapshots, one tumbling into the next, smacked past her.
A girl from work she’d never spoken two words to, pregnant and weeping as she confronted a man built like a linebacker.
A senator bleeding, but somehow it wasn’t real—like internal bleeding, or emotional pain maybe.
Her pastor facing a long journey in a desert, parched ground stretched out as far as the eye could see in every direction, with no shade and just a small, half-empty canteen of water.
A man with a sniper rifle, whose face she couldn’t see, aiming at a herd of sheep and goats, killing only the sheep.
An earthquake that shook the whole city, turning buildings to rubble that were then consumed in flame and crushed by hailing debris.
Abruptly, the images stopped and she sat up in bed, fully awake.