That was the first time I used magic.
She took my hand, and the world around us halted. Mom and Arthur became catatonic. The grandfather clock in the living room went silent, its swinging arm locked in a diagonal. A fly buzzing beneath the warmth of the entranceway table lamp hung still in mid-air, right beneath the beaded switch string.
This week, I completely altered my day-to-day writing process and am seeing positive progress on completing a full draft of my first novel. Excerpt included!
"We’re here together. They hate us out of fear of what we’re capable of. We have a power that they only dream of, which is why we have to stay strong. We have to remind ourselves of that power when times become their darkest.”
I've been plugging away on my novel and put down some thoughts on its development. There's also a brief excerpt for you!