Right now I feel like I am in limbo- stuck between two places and can’t proceed.
I have done all I can on The Lowest Realm for the moment, I just need it professionally edited and I can then publish.
I have written a few paragraphs of book 2, The Darkest Realm, but it’s shit and I haven’t really planned anything as far as plot goes.
So as I stare at my iPad screen, I’m not feeling motivated to work on my WIP. Instead, I’m allowing myself to become sidetracked by social media, especially Twitter.
Yes. I’m now a Twitter twat. I’ve found the writing community on the platform is amazing. In just over a week I’ve gained over 600 followers.
I guess for now, I need to focus on getting that map done, so I can do some basic planning . I can’t leave Nika and Freyne sailing on the Scruffy Mongrel forever….
I managed to score the weekend off work, so hubs and I drove a few hours north to visit a friend on the coast.
Currently, my novel is in the hands of beta readers, so I haven’t done much writing for the past week or two. But I have set up the book in InDesign, and have organised a cover. All that’s left is proofreading.
Last night, I received fantastic feedback from one of the beta readers, who couldn’t put the book down. She was up until 1:30am and her coffee went cold three times. I’m very chuffed 😁
This little trip has helped to recharge my batteries and re-inspire my writing. Just a few more weeks until I finish up Uni for the year, then I can delve into book two.
If you need a friend and are feeling alone,
Want to cut deep, right to the bone.
Put it away, it doesn’t have to be,
I’ll be there, just come to me.
Perhaps you’re feeling like a worthless flea,
Like your life has no meaning, you’ve no place to be.
There is one angel who will always be there,
Don’t give up, I really do care.
Homelife is crazy and you just want to die,
Day by day, you break down and cry.
Blow your nose and dry your tears,
Just come to me, I’ll ease your fears.
Nothing in life is going to plan,
Feel like a failure, a lesser man.
Do not despair, that isn’t true,
I’ll be there to comfort you.
I’ll be an angel and watch over you,
Cheer you on with whatever you do.
You are amazing, can you not see,
Just how much your friendship means to me.
(C) Amy-Alex Campbell
After literally hours of scrolling through book covers, I have finally found one that I love and suits the story. I found that a lot of the cheap premade covers use the same stock images from the free sites, and books often share the same image even though it looks different.
I don’t mean any disrespect to the designers out there, nor the writers that use them (and let’s face it, some do look amazing), but these covers were not for me. I wanted to stand out without paying too much for a custom job.
The cover I found looks more like traditional old school fantasy, and gave me the same feel as the books I used to find and read in the library. This designer, Warren, is so different from all the rest; I’m thinking about buying 2 more just so I don’t miss out for the next books!
I should hear from him on Friday for the next steps, but it will cost me $69 + $25 to swap one image (spoiler alert: there are no dragons in this book).
Here is a teaser of the cover:
Apart from the cover, I have purchased a block of ISBNs, and I have sent out my manuscript to 2 beta readers, plus I swapped my first chapter with another writer.
So after the betas, I just have to make any changes that they pick up, then send it off to the editor. I’m aiming to have this done in time for Christmas – it will be a great present for my friends and family haha!
I’m still open to more beta readers – hit me up!
A storm is brewing on the edge of town,
Even from here I can feel you’re so down,
Like the clouds in the sky so full of rain
I know that you are eternally in pain.
I can’t express these words that I think,
I want to write but my pen has no ink.
I want to make all your problems ok,
But I still feel that you’re drifting away.
You opened my eyes to a place I suppressed,
The spot in my head that’s scattered and messed.
I understand all this pain that you feel,
It’s part of our lives, it’s so very real.
I know no words will bring any cheer,
I hope it helps just having me here.
To comfort you is what I’m here to do,
There’s unlimited space in my heart for you.
If only you could see yourself through my eyes,
Perhaps I could put an end to your cries.
But your scars of hatred within are so deep,
Will you continue forever to weep?
The thunder and lightning are ruling the sky,
Please, of please, I don’t want you to die.
Am I so selfish, keeping you here,
Did you even know that I hold you so dear?
The storm finally breaks and the clouds blow away,
You’ve done so well to survive this day.
But next time you feel that your soul must bleed,
I’ll be the guardian angel you need.
This was written for a friend who was very suicidal at the time. He made it through the storm.
(C) Amy-Alex Campbell
Legs in the air and feathers askew,
That’s what I see as I look at you.
Left on the pavement to rot all alone,
Departed to heaven, your soul has flown.
The ants have eaten and the beetles have too,
Your death has brought life to more than a few.
For life does go on in this world we call home,
The death of one means another may roam.
Poor little bird, why did you die?
Were you struck down as you tried to fly?
Your life was snatched so cruelly away,
Now your body remains to slowly decay.
Your bones will be scattered by cats in the night,
The wind will blow, make your feathers take flight.
Soon nothings left but a memory so sad,
Makes me wonder, is death really so bad?
Nobody misses the poor little bird,
Its passing has gone greatly unheard.
There is but one who’s shedding a tear,
And it rolls down my cheek, raising my fear.
Will I be forgotten when I die,
And will my memory fade into a lie.
Do we really go to heaven or hell,
Or just fall forever through a bottomless well.
I’ve come to learn from my poor feathered friend,
That one day our lives must come to an end.
No more suffering or physical pain,
For surely life is no more than a game.
Whether I win or whether I lose,
It all depends on the path I choose.
To win means I live for another day,
If I lose my soul gets buried away.
(C) Amy-Alex Campbell
I have been somewhat unsuccessful in recruiting beta readers on Facebook. I know there is an amazing community in the blogging world,
I have a brief description here – it’s not my official blurb, it’s more temporary until I perfect it.
The novel is 103k words, and I send in word .docx format.
Please let me know if you are keen to have a read 😁