Writing Update & A Seraphina Teaser!

Happy July! 

I survived the winter in Maine, only to melt away this summer! Just kidding. I'm in the air conditioning finishing Seraphina's Revolution. YES! I'm still working on it. There has been a few delays, I got married, we're buying a house, and I've started working full time again so nights and weekends (when I'm not watching my step kid) are when I get get down to business. 

Honest truth time, we are probably looking at September 2018 for release now. I KNOW! I'm upset too. There's just a few kinks I need to work out in the pacing before I can release to my editor. I want this final book to be kick @$$ for you guys for waiting so long. 

I will leave you with a little bit of a tease, here's a scene from the upcoming Seraphina's Revolution! (And the awesome cover in case you missed it!) 

Image from: The Image Apothecary  ~ Cover by: Cover Me Darling LLC

Image from: The Image Apothecary  ~ Cover by: Cover Me Darling LLC

Nathanael
With a cat like stealth he approaches her from behind. His arms extend and wrap around her neck. She jumps in surprise, but she doesn’t hesitate in bending forward and tossing him to the floor. 
“Are you trying to test me Nathanael?” she circles him beneath her.
“Dummies can’t fight back,” he musters as he leaps to his feet in one motion. 
“Are you calling yourself a dummy?” 
“Ouch, no faith,” he circles her back before running at her. She bows tossing him over her back once more. On the floor, he twists swinging his legs out and kicks hers out from under her. Seraphina back flips before touching the floor. Wow, she has been getting better with all this practice. He climbs to his feet and they fly toward each other. Punches are thrown and blocked until their arms are locked behind each other. 
“You're strong.” He comments. 
“I’ve learned how to fight without using power.” Her eyes stare him down and pin him in place. 
“Er,” he struggles against her before finishing, “that’s ridiculous, your power is what makes you, you.” 
“My power makes my other senses weak. Plus, it hurts people. I need to learn to survive without it.”
Nate has broken out in a sheen sweat coating his whole body and his arms begin to shake. Seraphina is a lot stronger than him that much is embarrassingly apparent. 
“Your power does not make you weak.” He readjusts his hands, struggling the entire time, “Your power is your greatest asset. Your biggest fault is your heart.” 
“And your biggest fault is that you always play by the rules.” She smirks. 
“Huh?” 
But it was too late, Seraphina had already shifted under his arms and her knee rises between his legs. Pain. Terrible pain that extends all the way up into his gut echoes through him. Nate collapses to the basement floor grabbing his man parts. 
Seraphina’s hand covers her muffled giggles. 
“Oww, why are you laughing? This is so painful.” Nate tosses and turns on the floor the pain rising into his abdomen. It feels as if his whole insides have shifted, his head grows light and nausea starts to set in.  
“I’m sorry…” she gets out between more giggles. “But, I was just proving my point.” 
“I …” he struggles swallowing down bile, “never in my centuries of fighting have ever been hit here.” He whimpers. 
“That’s your problem, Demons don’t play by the rules. You’re going to need to learn how to fight dirty Nate.” 

** Unedited and subject to change ** 

Add Seraphina's Revolution to your Goodreads TBR list: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34594520-seraphina-s-revolution

 

 

Writing Books That Inspire

Everyone writes. Writing is done on a daily basis from diaries to emails, school papers to love notes. Anyone can write something down, it's reaching out and touching people that's hard to do. 

In a world where millions of people self publish daily, what makes your work stand out amongst the crowd? Why should anyone read your book? It's the way you make them feel. I feel like every book should serve a purpose. Whether it is to take people away from their mundane life, shine light on a touchy subject, or to inspire. 

When stories began to come to me I asked myself the same question, Sheena why do you want to write? If I'm going to put my time, sweat, and tears into this-- What do I hope to gain? The answer for me, was simple. I wanted a creative outlet for my feelings that would touch and inspire other people. The first half of Seraphina started out as a way for me to express my feelings through words. The second half became a way for me to inspire myself that better things were coming. I thought if I can inspire myself, who's to say I can't inspire others? 

That's when it hit me, If I'm going to continue to publish books, they are going to damn well mean something, not just to me. They will all have an empowering and inspiring theme that is relatable to readers of all ages. So, that is my ultimate goal-- to write books that inspire. 

My Writing Process

I've gotten a few people asking me about my "Writing Process," so I thought I would share it here for all...  

My Writing Process: I can't say that I necessarily have one! I just write! 

Sorry to disappoint! I'm not a psycho outliner, I don't use index cards, or a dry erase board of events. I mean I'm no J.K Rowling or George RR Martin (yet) my stories a pretty much still one level. I get these ideas or scenes in my head and I just have to write them down. Sometimes they come to me in a dream or I see something in real life and it inspires this whole image in my head. I see the scenes so vividly I try and capture it all on paper before I forget. One scene leads to another and that's how my mind works. And I have to admit I pretty much know what I want to happen and the ending before the entire book (or trilogy) is written. It's just getting there that sometimes I have to break it down on paper and see where more scenes can be added. I outline to put all those various scenes in chronological order and make sure it all makes sense. 

For Example, in Seraphina-- I knew the love story, I knew all about Nate and Sera. I saw her dying in his arms and him needing to save her. I saw her waking up strong and powerful, I saw the scene with the deer and her protruding light like an orb. But I added the psychic scene and the mall scene last minute and it adds something to the book, the mystery. Also, in my first edits Jack wasn't such an important part of it all. But now, he's become pretty much a main character. 

In my first edits, Nate and Sera's point of views were alternating throughout the entire book, but last minute I decided it needed more mystery. So I added Nate's mindset at the end as an added bonus. 

To conclude, my Writing Process-- I guess there is some kind of process here in the depths of my mind, but it's ultimately the story that leads me. The story that is inspired by my own thoughts, experiences and desires. Because in the end, it's the story that the readers are interested in and connect with. Not the cover or the grammar (although they help) it's the story and the characters that will create fans. 

Karma's a Bitch

My stomach twists in anguish, my mind once again retreating to the past. To the good times--always the good. Bile begins to rise up in my throat again. I don't know why, I haven't eaten anything in days. Still my insides are protesting in a not-so-gentle reminder that I asked for this, that this is all my fault. Air, I need air, I'm suffocating. I climb down the stairs and dash outside as my legs begin to guide me in my usual walk. Mindlessly I follow, my consciousness bombarded with thoughts that make me want to rip my hair out. Run, I need to run to escape my own thoughts. I break into a run as fast as my legs will take me. As fast as I can push until I feel alive again. I feel my heart beating out of my chest, a heart I wish I never had. The air stings my lungs with every breath until I see them. The swings. The one staple of my childhood. Immediately my feet head for them. I collapse into the seat and pause. I forgot how to swing. Has it really been that long? I grab hold of the metal links and lean backwards as my legs extend, then I slowly lean forwards as I bring my legs back under me. It takes me a while to get into a groove again. It isn't long before I'm pumping and pumping as fast as I can as the tears being to release themselves. The hurt and the pain finally taking over me until the sobs begin. There's nothing I can do. It's over. I feel like a piece of me died today. A piece I will never get back.

I cry until I run out of tears and the swing is making creases in my thighs. I glance around at the park before me. The sun shining through the trees, the birds chirping all around and I can't help but think: Life goes on. 

Just like remembering how to swing, I will remember how to move on. I will grow, I will learn, I will be stronger. 

Craziest Thing I've ever done..

I just did the craziest most spontaneous thing I've ever done... I just quit my job. Yup, my job. my good old fashioned 9-5 with a 401k and kushy benefits. Why you ask?  Well, that's the best part (in my opinion, I'll probably be reamed by my family later) I quit to pursue my writing career. 

Before you go calling the insane asylum let me explain! I've come to the conclusion that it's now or never for me. I've reached a point in my life that it's either make it or break it. I know with a full time job I will never be able to put my all into my writing. A wise man once told me if you believe in yourself, you shouldn't have a back up plan. That's setting yourself up for failure from the get-go. 

So, here I go throwing caution to the wind and thrusting myself full time into the world of sentences, paragraphs, and above all my insane imagination. Follow me on this long journey of mine.