I once read that "writers need to be stubborn."
[sic]
I quite agree with that statement.
Be stubborn at keeping to your writing schedule.
Be stubborn at working on your story and not get distracted
by the "shinny" new story that will take you away from your story
goals.
Be stubborn and fix your sight on your goal.
As a child, I learned a hard lesson in arts and crafts
classes, I made a friend who didn't want to do the work and told me, "You
can't do that." or "let's just walk around and not do anything."
If I listened to her, I didn't finish my project, so to do
the crafts that I loved I had to ignore her and I lost a friend that
summer.
Funny but it was a good lesson learned. I found that to be
true to myself I had to close my ears to negativity and be stubborn.
Once I started writing with an eye toward publication,
someone told me, "You'll never be published."
My response, "Watch me!"
A few years later, I had the privilege of telling him,
"I'm a published author now."
I'm currently being stubborn about revising what will be the
eighth book in my Chronicles of Arcon. I should be going through the editing
process sometime in June. I may be publishing Alien Fury sometime in September
2023.
Be a stubborn writer. :)
Here's the seventh book in the Chronicles of Arcon.
Heather Wood hasn’t had the best luck with her love life,
or just life in general. After getting pregnant by her unfaithful lover, she’s
kidnapped by aliens to be actioned off as a slave, and then the spaceship
crashes on a deserted planet.
Things start to look up when two handsome aliens, Sky and Lance, rush to her
rescue. She finds herself deeply attracted to both males, but you can only take
one, right?
Excerpt:
A deep voice yelled something, but it took a moment for her
implanted electronic language translator chip to interpret the language. “Is
anyone in here?”
Who is that? Heather tensed and sat up. A
man’s voice, but there were no males on the ship. Even the little grays were
sexless. Any potential response froze in her throat. She held her
breath and listened. Footsteps clumped past the outer doorway, heading further
along the corridor. He’s leaving.
Was she more afraid of being discovered or being left alone
on a wrecked ship? A shiver of panic gave her movements speed as she scrambled
to her feet. The hell with it. I’m pregnant, and I need help.
“Hey,” she croaked and cleared her throat. “Over here.”
Placing her hands on the opening to her cell, she pushed hard. When the door
moved, she flinched back. It’s unlocked? She stepped out.
“Hello?”
The scrape of a boot sounded as the person turned and
headed her way. “I’m almost there.”
The lights dimmed and the shadow of a tall, thin,
hunched-back shape limped toward her. Hooded and cloaked, its eyes glowed
eerily in the near dark.
As warning spasms of alarm erupted through her, Heather
stumbled backwards, her heart pounding. “Who... who are you?”
“My apologies if I frightened you,” the man said in a soft
voice and gazed at her for a long moment. “My name is Sky Starfinder. I’m sorry
if I’m staring, but I haven’t seen anyone in such a long time. Years in fact.”
The lights flickered back on. He shoved off his hood and
squared his shoulders. The man had shaggy green hair and a snowy complexion. He
blinked pink eyes with vertical pupils at her. His face appealed to her despite
its rawboned and beardless appearance. Leather pants sheathed his legs, and a
long hooded unbuttoned jacket left his muscular chest bare. She’d mistaken his
chocolate brown backpack for a hunchback.
“Years?”
Alien Collision: Alien Collision: Chronicles of Arcon - Kindle edition by Seagraves, Janice. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
