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Inspiration Board #7 – part three

Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further.

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

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Inspiration Board #7 – part two

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Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further.

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

NaNoWriMo 2016

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I’m doing NaNoWriMo again!

I’m going to start another book in the Raven Hill Book Series called…Abigail

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I’m going to need lots of chocolate!

Inspiration Board #6 – part seven

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For a split second, I thought I saw something in the window on the second floor. Suddenly a gust of wind blew my hair in my face, and I couldn’t see. I pulled my hair away from my eyes, and that’s when I saw it. I froze. I couldn’t move. I was afraid, but yet I was fascinated. I took a couple of steps closer, so I could get a better look. It looked like a girl standing in the window, but not a real one. It was a misty white cloud in the shape of a girl. I stared at the window, then suddenly the misty white girl looked real, and she was staring right at me. I gasped. I couldn’t look away, I don’t know why. I just kept staring at her, and she kept staring at me. Then she put her index finger to her mouth, like she didn’t want me to tell anyone. I shivered. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up, and I could feel goose bumps all over my body.

“This can’t be real. It can’t be!”

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It’s Our Little Secret

Chapter Six Raven Hill

It feels like a million spiders are crawling all over me. I shivered. Goose bumps started rising on my arms and legs as I walked up the granite steps. Why do I feel like this? This is so weird. I took a deep breath and looked around the porch. It was covered with dried leaves, and there were spider webs everywhere. Crap! Why did I just think about spiders crawling all over me? Spider webs are even worst then spiders. I hate it when they stick to my hands and I can’t get them off. I pushed my way through the webs and that made me shiver again. Then I wiped my hands on my jacket. Ewww…A chill ran down my spine.

“I hate spiders too,” Violet whispered in my ear. I glanced at her and smiled. “It’s our little secret,” she whispered.

 

Typography ~ Lines from my book

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I made these, so I could pin them on my storyboard

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What do you think?

A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five – part one

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“Oh crap!” I covered my mouth, and hoped my mother hadn’t heard me. I glanced over my shoulder, then headed toward my bed. I was so busy unpacking, I didn’t realize what time it was, until I looked at the clock on my night table. “Shoot, I’m going to be late. What’s wrong with me?” I threw the clothes I had just folded on my bed. “Why am I always late? Can I be on time just once.” I grabbed my jacket and headed for the stairs. I ran down the steps, sometimes taking two at a time, and shoved my arms into my jacket.

“Where do you think you’re going?” my mother asked, stopping me at the bottom of the stairs. I turned, and saw her standing in the middle of the hallway, with her arms folded across her chest. I sighed, and then took a deep breath. “I’m going for a bike ride; with my new friends, remember.” She put her hands on her hips. “They’re going to show me where Saint Andrews is.”

“Did you finish unpacking?” she asked, giving me that look she always gives me, when she disapproves of something I did, or something I haven’t done and should have.

“No, not yet,” I bit at a piece of dry skin off my bottom lip. “I’m almost done though,” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. “Mom, can you buy me some Chap Stick, I can’t find mine and my lips are really chapped?”

“I’ll get you one when I go to the store,” she looked at my face. “Don’t lick your lips. That only makes it worse.”

“I’ll try not to,” I glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Make sure you finish when you get back, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for you to at least, have your room unpacked before you start school tomorrow,” she raised her eyebrow.

“I will, I promise. Can I go now? They’re waiting for me.”

“Don’t forget to be home when the street lights come on.”

“I won’t,” I rushed through the hallway and into the kitchen. “Bye, Mom!” I shouted over my shoulder. I grabbed the small flash light that was on the kitchen counter, shoved it in my pocket, and headed for the back door.