Guys, guys, guys! Guess what, guess what, guess what? Today I get to share with you an opening “selection from a writing or discourse” from “INSPIRED”! You want a taste of my novel debuting with J. Taylor Publishing in four months and four days? Then read, I say! READ!
One: Beginnings and Endings
There are people, Luc found, who are very good at having ideas—needing only to live and to be—not even to think, as active thought might only get in the way. Ideas will fall into their laps, as if from nowhere.
Of course, nothing truly comes from nowhere. Everything must have its start, including—and especially—ideas.
The source of an idea, however, is not always as easily found as the idea itself. Some people remain content never to explore where their ideas began, being merely glad of the results, whereas others become so enamored of beginnings, they have difficulty casting their gaze much further ahead than the starting point.
Jean St. John was the second sort of person—one full of ideas, brimming with beginnings. As she drove through the gray-covered morning toward her workplace, an ending was the farthest thing from her mind.
Manicured fingers rapped paradiddles on the steering wheel. Vermillion lips murmured nothing in particular, and pulled into a smile. “I dreamed a dream, this night gone by.”
“A dream of me?” Luc asked, glad of the conversation—anything to distract him from the gloom of the sky.
She chuckled. “What else? They’re always of you. You, but not you. His hair fell too short, and I remember something about violins, which has nothing to do with you. Or can you play?”
“No,” he said, dismissively. “My voice is music enough.”
She did not need to utter a word on the matter for him to know she’d always thought so. “And he didn’t glow golden, but almost silver,” she said instead. “Ethereal silver, like bright moonlight on water. Was he water? A water spirit? Mmm, no, far more to do with air. Even fire.”
“A mystery elemental,” he mused. “Sure to be quite the character, my dear. But what is the story?”
She shrugged. “I suppose there’s a romance. He strikes me as the romantic type. And I may have caught a glimpse of her, an inkling of dark passion … Who is she? Another elemental. Water to his fire, or earth to his air … or a human. Which would be worse?” she asked.
He laughed. “Nothing worse than a human.”
She shot him a wry look. “Luc …”
“Jean …” he said in kind. Gaze snapping past her, he barked without music, “Jean!”
The word’s echo grew into a thunderous crash as a midsized monster too much in a hurry to heed a red light hit her silver sedan. With nothing to restrain him, as he never wore seatbelts, Luc shot through the shattered windshield and out onto the pavement slick with the remains of scattered showers.
In no pain, but greatly shaken, he rose. The eyes of the driver at fault appeared glazed with confusion. Oh, has ignoring the traffic laws led to disaster? Inconceivable! Luc spared the fool no more attention, turning it all to one who mattered more.
He leaned over the misshapen hood of the stranger’s car to the crumpled door of hers, calling her name. She did not move, and gave no answer, all her ideas leaking away into a crimson pool.
Luc stepped away, his face a perfect, pallid blank, staring at the end of his world.
Thoughts? Impressions? Riots in the streets demanding the revelation of what comes next? Don’t leave me in suspense! …like I’m leaving you in suspense, waiting for the rest of the novel… Be kinder than me, please. X)
“Inspired” by Danielle E. Shipley
Not coming soon enough for Danielle E. Shipley
March 17, 2014, though! 😀
For a muse like Lucianíel, one story’s end is another’s beginning.
In the wake of his author’s sudden death, Luc takes ownership of her surviving creations—four fantastical characters with tales yet to be told—saving them from unwritten lives crumbling around them and giving them a second chance at a literary future.
Luc finds that chance in the unsuspecting mind of Annabelle Iole Gray, a quirky teen with her head in the clouds, nose in a book, and imagination ripe for a brilliant muse’s inspiration.
Or so he hopes.
Neither Luc nor Annabelle, however, realize all they’ve undertaken. Even with a to-write list including accounts of a shape-shifting cat creature, gentle knight-in-training, vigilante skater girl, and a mystery boy smothering in unspoken fear, the most remarkable saga created between author and muse just may turn out to be one stranger than fiction.