Either way, both realities give me lots more time to write and finish line editing my ms while job-hunting and enjoying the peace and quiet. It really is too quiet though...I keep peeking around corners to check if the boys are giggling while trying to hide cookies in their pockets or something. Argh! Well, with this new found freedom I may push my book into agents hands earlier than expected, which is good. I just need to work on an official synopsis and finish the line edits, the query is already done. As a special thank you for bearing with me on my rant, enjoy a snippet from The Unknown Sun!
“Moira, it isn’t your fault.” Airi followed us to the edge of the trees and watched me warily. “Your people had no choice but to leave. They were being destroyed, murdered.”
I sank down onto a small mossy rock and tipped my chin skyward. I blankly studied the swaying tree canopy where it met the openness of the hazy blue-brown sky.
“If we hadn’t left then this would have been green and alive maybe.” I inhaled but instead of the pine scent of the forest, all I smelled was charred wood and mud. Death. A scent I never, ever had wanted to smell again. It set my nerves on a fine edge and I could no longer hide the fine line of terror from Airi and Bel. I wrapped my arms around myself and drew my knees to my chest as my heart jerked in short, panicked bursts.