Here’s a quote from one of the main characters of our debut novel Unit 17, available on Amazon now!
It is with much excitement that we announce our debut novel is available for purchase on Amazon! It’s been a long, winding, emotionally draining journey. Our goal for this year was to publish and we did it.
Here is the link for you all. Please read, share, and love. We hope you enjoy!
The spoon as bent as the injury that brought her here,
Smoke curling, twisting towards the sky,
Sweet, sweet release, only a push away,
Veins retreating, collapsing, as if before her eyes,
A rubber band pulled tight, a stand off between life and death,
Hypodermic medical device, meets skin,
Euphoria exploding through her wrecked body,
Eyes rolled back, conscience breaking through Heaven’s gates,
An adolescent’s cry, tear streaked cheeks,
Two breaking hearts, one with emotion, one with death,
Muted sounds, blurry vision,
A final plea, a cry for help,
An orphan, a lost soul,
The mother or the child?
The wail of sirens, lights dancing across the walls,
A bent spoon,
A hypodermic medical device,
One broken heart leftover.
We’re so glad to have been able to connect with people. We’re glad our thought and words have reaonanted with so many. We’re proud to be able to inspire and bring understanding to those who needed it. We’re proud to share our journey with you all.
Thank you for giving this blog a community of supportivness and kindness. We look forward to sharing the next year with all of you!
Peace & Love,
We are so excited to share the cover of our ebook with the place where our writing began to take on real meaning: this blog. Thank you to all of you who have followed us along on our journey from outline to nearly completed ebook. We look forward to sharing the finished work with you in the coming weeks!
So as of today, the editing of Unit 17 is finished. Let me tell you, we heaved a huge sigh of relief after that one.
Next on the agenda is ordering a cover and formatting, then after that is a dozen other details…
But we’re trying not to get bogged down, we’ve come so far and the hardest part is over!
The beta reading stage will commence in the coming weeks and if any of you are interested in becoming a beta reader, please let us know in the comments.
We look forward to sharing our first finished work in the near future!
The growth of a writer is measured in words and sentences, in the way they are able to construct more intricate meaning with each paragraph. After having taken up writing for about seven years, this is what I’ve noticed.
Looking back, my writing was never bad, it was just bare. I wrote simpler, in simpler terms and plots. It seemed to me, more like reading an outline of a story, than an actual finished work. I noticed how I put things together differently, I made different word choices. This was interesting to me because I always thought of my writing as fairly constant. The differences between a seven year old story and a novel I’m writing now were staggering to me.
A huge difference that was immediately noticeable was grammar. I had jumped into writing without really knowing how to properly apply grammar in regards to dialogue and switching between dialogue and actions. The second difference came in the stylistic approach. I was clearly writing with my hands outstretched in the dark, groping for a style that felt right. My work now has a definite style that is unique to me.
I had turned to writing during my grade ten year of high school as my anxiety disorder appeared. It was a means to capture my feelings and my confusion, my fear and my sadness. Reading through the stories I had written during that time, they had an ever present theme of those emotions. I’m glad to say my themes are another difference. My work comes from a much lighter and happier place, not to say that I still don’t draw from those dark times when needed, but I write now to create, not to escape.
One thing I had noticed that had stayed the same was my use of metaphors and similes. I love description, comparing things to something else entirely. This was probably due to the fact that I had started in poetry. The description poured out of me and over the pages and instead of poetry, stories were formed.
My old works are almost embarrassing to read, given how amateurish they sound, but we all have to start somewhere. Each time you write something new, you are able to hone your skills, test out new techniques and figure out what sounds like you. We are never finished, we are always growing.
So with Unit 17 making its way closer to publishing, we thought we’d share the preface of the book with you all. If you have a chance, let us know what you think in the comments. It’d be much appreciated!
I blink. “I’m sorry?”
The Director is watching the scientists go. He must have dismissed them while I wasn’t paying attention. “What did you think about the demonstration?”
“Oh. Um, it was interesting. I’m not sure why I needed to be here though.”
“A valid question,” Wolfgang chuckles, tilting his head. “I wanted to observe your reaction, along with hers.”
I ask curiously, “What was that going to show you?”
“Much. Tell me, Theo, do you care for Ms. Morris?” His eyes remain glued to my face. I feel like a specimen under a magnifying glass.
“I saw her around school,” I shrug. “I like her about as much as I liked any of my other classmates.”
Wolfgang nods to himself and strides a few feet away, his hands clasped behind his back. He stops. “I am under the assumption that she cares for you.”
“Why does it matter if she likes me or not?” I ask innocently.
“It makes all the difference in the world, at least that’s my theory.”
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