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Progress August 11, 2017

I haven’t had a lot of time to write this week; there’s been a lot going on and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, to be honest. But I am hoping to make some headway on my next YA novel soon, so you can expect some news and excerpts from that over the next little while!

This week’s excerpt is from a flash fiction I wrote last week called “Ellie’s Date.” I hope you are intrigued!

Ellie was running late. She didn’t have time to get her bike tire filled at the shop. She sighed, scribbled a note for her brother on a bright blue Post-It, and left it on the fridge. She grabbed her purse, made sure she had her phone, and began the five-block walk to work.

She arrived at the Francis Xavier Teahouse and Dinner Theatre and unlocked the door, working through her usual opening routine for the teahouse. The first pot of water had just begun to boil when Paul, her early morning regular, arrived.

“Just in time,” she said with a smile. “I’ll have your Earl Grey ready for you in a few minutes.” Paul accepted one of the free ginger snaps Jake, the chef, had left the night before for the morning crowd, and took a seat nearby.

Ellie continued through her morning on auto-pilot and only realized that Jennifer hadn’t shown up for her shift when the lunch crowd began to trickle in and Jake arrived to handle the cooking end of things. Her boss, Lu Yu, came up to the kitchen and watched her handling the crowd. During a lull, he spoke.

“Jennifer is ill,” he said softly. His calming voice held very little trace of his Chinese heritage.

Ellie turned and nearly spilled the hot water she was holding. “Sick? Today?”

“Yes, will you be okay?” he asked.

“I can handle the rush and all no problem. But I have a date tonight.”

Will Ellie make her date? Hm. I guess you’ll have to wait and see what else happens in this story.

By the way, I’m hoping to get my next flash fiction collection out very soon, so keep an eye out for that announcement.

Snow White (a flash story)

I know how the last queen died. It’s hard to cover up an assassination, even if it’s done through magic. The king doesn’t rule his own country anymore; he has been enspelled, and perhaps it’s worse because he loves her.

I wanted a mother-daughter relationship, but that couldn’t happen with her. She’s too in love with the power she wields.

I skitter past her room at night when she’s talking to the mirror. “Who’s the fairest of them all?” she asks, and I dread the day that the response is my name.

That day has come; I sense it in the air. I have befriended a huntsman. I am certain he will help me.

He doesn’t.

I must protect myself from retaliation. I flee to the forest, find safety among the seven little people who keep the poachers at bay.

She learns where I am.

I don a disguise and poison an apple. One bite will render her immobile.

I pack a knife at the bottom of my basket.

After all, the only way to eliminate a witch is to cut her still-beating heart from her chest.


This story is copyright 2017 Janna Willard. You may link it for others to read, but you may not copy it elsewhere. This may not be the final draft of this story. Any questions? Please ask!

I’ve been writing music and stories lately, though not as quickly as I’d like. However, I am slowly getting into a groove and that is what I need! I’ll be posting every Friday again starting today, and on the first Friday of the month I’ll offer you a complete flash fiction for you to enjoy, as I have tonight. The rest of the month you’ll get little teaser excerpts and updates on my progress, like usual.

The Surprise Has Arrived!

I hope you will forgive me for being a little late in posting this weekend, but I wanted to make sure I had everything squared away before I did my little reveal.

And here it is:

Elevator Buttons Cover v3 Yes, that’s right… I have published a collection of flash fiction!

Not sure if you want to try it? Have a look at the copy:

Everybody’s looking for something: transportation, safety, revenge, independence, connection, relationship…

Sometimes what you find is what you want; sometimes it’s what you need… sometimes it’s neither.

In these six flash fiction stories you’ll read about Shock, disaster, death, and desire, not necessarily in that order. If you’re after a quick read, this collection is for you!

For sale here:

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/th…other-stories/id1254985919?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo=4

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/the-vengeful-elevator-and-other-stories

Inktera: http://www.inktera.com/store/title/440d9739-8492-4697-90d5-6e317a2c278f

I hope you enjoy!

Progress June 23, 2017

I know, I know, I’ve been a bad girl and didn’t post last week. In my defense, it’s been a pretty busy month. My paid work has been trying to take over my life, and until this week I wasn’t able to do much writing!

Happily that has changed, however, and I did manage to write a flash fiction story this week, work on the revision to The Wolf & the Bear, and get a bit of music written. Pretty productive! I was also able to get some writing-related things finished last week, so now I just have one more tiny thing to get sorted out before I unveil my surprise! If all goes well, you’ll have my announcement next Friday.

So, let’s see about an excerpt, shall we?

Hm… it’s been a while since we had anything from The Wolf & the Bear, and I did just finish some work on the first two chapters. Have a bit of a scene from that:

The round, full moon stood sentry over the small long house. Wudurose, sitting in the branches of a nearby tree, watched the smoke rising through the vent in the roof. The Snow Moon was appropriately white this year. Soon the ice on the riveer would begin to crack, and she would again be fishing for meat rather than trying to hunt small game.

She sighed and wished that Fæder would return. It was long since the day he had promised to be back. She wondered what was keeping him.

Footsteps crunched loudly in the snow, and Rose turned her head swiftly to mark the passage of a male figure through the trees.

It had been a full month since Wulf had brought them Bera to tend, and he visited them twice weekly, bringing larger game to supplement the small animals Wudurose was able to provide her family. She was torn between gratefulness for his generosity and resentment that he could do something for her mother and sister that she couldn’t.

She sighed and turned to climb silently down from her perch in the tree.

Planning

This week I was able to start another story, but I didn’t finish it yet and I wasn’t able to get any other writing done. That’s okay though; the next week should be better.

My surprise is stalled but I hope to have it ready to go soon. Just one small hitch in the execution.

Planning is one of the ways I procrastinate. However, it’s a lot of fun and I usually plan things like when to work on which projects.

I put all of my ideas into a Writing Timeline spreadsheet I created in Excel and I track my progress in it. The stats:

242 ideas
49 finished stories and compositions (to final draft)
3 published pieces
167 in first draft
21 in revision
3 in edits
1 waiting to be finalized

It’s a great process for me, and it helps me stay focused when I need to.

How do you organize your ideas and stay focused on your work?