I have one of those brains that won't turn off at night. Many nights I would distract my intellect by revamping a movie, book or TV show in my mind. I would twist and turn the plots and characters to achieve the ending I preferred. That developed into side stories about my favorite minor characters. Each night I fell asleep in the middle of a grand adventure.
It wasn't long before I began to create stories of my own and put pen to paper.
I love a good adventure. I love a good romance. As the mother of seven children I also learned to love to play video games. One day it occurred to me to write an adventure that flowed like a video game and I added a touch of romance. Thus, Hypnotic Journey was born.
What good is magic if it can't heal a broken heart?
Risking everything to save Sarah from the elven council’s decision to execute her for treason, the elf Prince Cabal rescues her and the others. They quickly disappear in search of the menacing storm cloud responsible for assassinating the wizards of the elf council.
Cabal's eyes went to Sarah. She swayed easily in his arms, with the rhythm of his horse. Dark red hair cascaded down her back and curled around the saddle blanket. She had forsaken her robes for this journey. She'd dressed in a combination of one of Nicole's tiny green leather outfits, and a short tan cape, that she flipped over her shoulders when she rode. She looked rather regal, riding so poised and proper at the head of their procession. Now she slept silently in his arms recovering from battle. Suddenly, Gravid reached out and grabbed Cabal's arm before collapsing from his horse.
Nicole doubled over in her saddle, letting out a scream of pain. Cabal and Jack were off their horses instantly.
Gravid gasped and reached for Cabal as he gently lay Sarah in the grass beside him. “My soldiers! They’re dying!"
"Cabal pulled Gravid into a sitting position. "The garrison you sent back to Fortress City?"
"No, it's Ahmity's protectors. My people!" With that, Cabal pulled Gravid to his feet, and shoved him on his horse.
He turned back to Sarah to find her wide awake, and climbing back onto her own mount. She was at full gallop, before Cabal made it back to his horse. Cabal kicked his horse hard and raced after her as Sarah disappeared over the rise. Jack took hold of Nicole's horse’s reins and rushed to follow. Gravid struggled to follow.
Cabal searched the sky, and saw a black cloud rolling across the horizon. The storm was on them in an instant. Hail and wind tried to force them from their saddles as they rushed toward the fortress. When they reached Ahmity's fortress, it was too late. The storm had completed its task. The stone tower where Sarah had studied with Ahmity was a ruin of crumbled rock and debris. The fortress roof was on fire, as were what was left of the guard towers. The chared stone was proof of the savage accuracy of the lightning strikes. Sarah dove into the rubble, screaming Ahmity's name. She gasped and shrank back quickly, as she encountered the remains of one of Gravid's woodland guard.
Jack and Nicole rushed to her side, as her screams filled the air. Bits and pieces of the elfin guard detail was scattered throughout the rubble. Arms and legs blended into the dust under a layer of bowels and blood.
"It looks like they exploded from within." Jack grimaced. "You can't even tell how many have died."
Gravid arrived shortly afterward, and stared into the rubble where his most precious warriors lay. "They knew." He growled, as Cabal came to his side. "The trolls knew this was going to happen! They kept us underground to ensure we wouldn't be here when the storm struck."
"We can't know that for sure." Cabal calmly tried to reason with him,
"I can." Gravid said. "That troll was protecting his witch." Gravid turned to glare at Sarah.
"Not another word, Gravid." Cabals hand went to his sword.
And a few fun interview questions
Given unlimited resources, what would be your ideal writing environment? A luxury cabin in the woods and a roll top desk with a big comfy chair in an office with large windows filled with flowers with author quotes and grammar rules posted on the walls.
Where do you actually write? I write sometimes at a desk in my office or in my recliner in my living room.