I missed WIPpet Wednesday last week. I’d intended to take part, but time got the better of me and my post sits half finished among a dozen other drafts!
There was the tour, which is part of the reason, but I also stretched myself too thin and suffered a burn out at the weekend. I didn’t even do any writing, or nothing productive anyway.
I have two WIP’s on the go. In my previous posts I’ve shared with you a character from a Fantasy novella I’m writing. The first draft of which is almost complete. Today though, I’m going to share a scene from Outlanders, the first in my Worlds Apart series. It’s a science fiction novel and one I’ve had a few problems with of late. I’ll be sending it to Beta Readers next week, but I still don’t feel quite ready. I originally wrote it in third person and due to feedback changed it to a first person POV. Whether it works better, I’m not sure, but I guess I’ll find out!
To give you a little background, the character in this scene, Keith Delaney is a law officer. He has the ability to shift between worlds, and he is about to go on the hunt for a criminal with his partner. I remembered the math too – here’s how I got to the magic number: 10×9=90 x2 =180 +14 =194.
In reality the shift takes twelve seconds, give or take. But time has a funny way of altering our perceptions. It feels like a lifetime when all your senses are heightened and you feel a rush, deep within the blood. It can be as addictive as a drug.
Anticipation flowed through my body as I prepared myself for the shift. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the image in my head, locking onto our location with a single minded focus. I always travel that way, though I know my partner steps into the shift with his eyes wide open. It causes a sensory overload, not an unpleasant feeling, but the overstimulation can be distracting.
Nathaniel enjoys to point out that I’m a control freak, and do everything on my own terms, even the shift. Maybe he’s right.
I sensed him beside me, and smiled without looking at him. “Let’s fly,” I said, feeling my cells burst to life. I welcomed the hum in my blood, felt the drag as Nathaniel calls it; the feeling of being pulled at an exponential rate towards a single point.
The picture in my head never wavered.
Thanks for reading. I’ll have more details on Outlanders in a future post.
Thanks to K. L. Schwengel for the opportunity to take part in WIPpet Wednesday. Click the link to find out more.