Really? I haven't updated since January... My Bad...

I'm shocked! I used to be such an "every month" blogger, but I seem to have missed 3, or 4.... But that's not the point. I'm going to try and force myself to write blogs more often. I think documenting my process of writing my book will a) be fun for me to look back on and b) be cool for future fans to look at. So here goes nothing.

I think I'm going to start doing weekly posts like one of my favorite bloggers, Elizabeth May (thestormwatcher.blogspot.com). I will kinap her great idea for Teaser Tuesdays (or was it Thursdays) and post small snippets of my book and maybe do something like Writing Wednesdays where I talk about different tips I've learned or F* this Fridays where I blog about something that has absolutely nothing to do with writing at all.

That's all just some random ideas thrown out here.

So even though it's a wednesday, I'm going to post a piece of my book because I darn well feel like it. So here you go:

    Phoebe stopped walking when she came to a clearing. The grass was tall and gleamed silvery in the moonlight. A gentle breeze blew the blades into a dance, wrapping its wispy fingers in her hair. A wolf walked towards her, ebony in color, with cerulean blue eyes; the same wolf she’d dreamed of before.

As he walked towards her she could hear screams and the whole clearing caught fire. The wolf burst into ash and she closed her eyes. Then she smelt the smoke and the pain in her spine. Phoebe’s eyes shot open and she realized that she was back in the car. The car was engulfed in flames and she had trouble breathing. With a cough she squinted and saw her mother’s head flopped against the dashboard while her father was lying against the steering wheel. Both of them were obviously dead. Her heart jumped into her throat. Holding her breath she kicked the door open with a strength she didn’t know she’d had. She was shocked that she couldn’t feel the flames as she walked through them. Her crimson markings glowed a silvery color. She jumped out of the car and stumbled to the ground, feeling like her head was about to explode. A car was stopped not too far away and a large semi-truck was on its side, blocking both sides of the road; it too, was on fire.

Three people were running towards her, and Phoebe tried to cover her marks. One was a tall, exotic looking woman with thick, curly black hair and yellow-green eyes. The other two were built looking guys no older than nineteen, with jet black hair; one had soft, light eyes that reminded Phoebe of the wolf’s while the other in contrast had dark, navy blue eyes.

Phoebe tried to move away from them, she didn’t want them to see the glow, but the pain in her back returned and she screamed, seeming to almost shrivel on the ground.

 So there you go, an exerpt from chapter one. please don't steal it as I will sue your ass off, send a pack of werewolves after you, and pay the mafia to kill you.

Thanks,
    Stephanie