I know, I know. It’s been months since my last post. Unfortunately, health issues have a way of pushing everything else aside for a while. But, if you persevere and do what the doctors and physical therapists (thanks Ashley and Allison!) tell you to do, eventually you get to push back. It’s been six months since surgery and my average daily pulse has finally returned to (almost) what it was during the weeks before the surgery. Six months of pain has slowly abated and I’m back to posting here!
The news on Ally and Lucy is that I’m aggressively pursing a new route of self-publishing Book One. I’ve contracted cover art which I hope to share here soon and I’m working through the publishing process which I haven’t done for several years. It’s amazing to see how far things have come and how many services there are now to help authors do things that (way back in 2014) I had to figure out on my own.
So in anticipation of its upcoming publishment (it’s a word, now), here’s an except from Book One, A Sense of Magick. Hope you enjoy it.
“What do you have there?” the old woman across the aisle asked.
Ally looked up, surprised. She held the page out for the old woman to take.
“Yes,” the old woman said in a wavering voice, “let’s take a look at this, shall we?”
The woman lifted a liver-spotted hand to the glasses that hung on a chain around her neck. The glasses trembled as she lifted them to her face, resting them below a mane of pure white hair.
Ally raised the page higher for the old woman to take, but instead of grabbing it, the woman only leaned over to read the words.
“Hmm,” the woman said. “You’ve found a page from a good book. A very good book, indeed. Perhaps you’ll find the rest of the book.” The woman scanned the page again. She looked back up at Ally and said, “You have quite an adventure ahead of yourself, young lady.”
Ally cocked her head at the old woman.
“What do you mean?” Ally asked. “It’s just a page from some fantasy book, right?”
“Is it?” the woman replied with a knowing smile.
Ally squinted, unsure what kind of practical joke she had slipped into. She turned the page over again, hoping that an explanation had appeared on the back. It was still blank.
“What do you mean, an ‘adventure?’” Ally asked, looking up into the woman’s eyes. Against the backdrop of white hair and mottled, wrinkled skin, the woman’s eyes were bright and penetrating.
“Hmm…” the woman mused, ignoring Ally’s question. “‘Powers beyond human.’ Sounds like you’re going to get a magickal power soon.”