#draft two

Hello! Figured that I should do one of these since I'm looking to start posting on here :).

My name: W. B. Hudson

Age: 29

Who am I? > A big gamer, from the UK, I work from home, big food lover! In terms of experience I've written a feature film before (not that it went anywhere),

What I'm writing: Currently work in progress on draft two of my debut novel with the working title of > Poisoned Sands

The book: A young-adult speculative gladiator thriller set in an alternate 22nd century Rome; with elements of found family, romance, action and investigation.

The blurb:

Young fighters enter the arena for fame, fortune, and the chance to rise above their class. Most retire or die long before they get it.

Lucas Collina signs his Damnati combat licence knowing the risks but ready to begin his career as a first-tier gladiator.

But when two of the people he loves most become targets of one of the biggest combat schools in the empire, everything changes.

With the police refusing to help, and a mysterious woman watching his every move, Lucas and his friends are forced into a dangerous hunt for answers.

Because in New Rome, blood makes legends, and someone has decided Lucas is meant to become one.

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@cowboybrunch tagged me and then the amazing @queen-tashie got me over here Work and real life has been busy, so I've not had a chance to do much in the way of actual writing, but here's a small snippet that I managed to make time for today! Passing this tag onto @surroundedbypearls @oh-no-another-idea @petalsandspiderwebs and leaving an open tag for anyone else who'd like to share some snips!

Concept: Rich/Michael soulmate AU, where a soulmate’s writing appears on your skin.

“...How long have you known?” Rich’s voice was quiet, sadness Michael wasn’t expecting unsuccessfully hidden behind the words.

I just wrote this bit, the first bit of draft two from this lovely little snickerdoodle’s point of view and I have to say, I’m pretty pleased. 

Riley POV

Somewhere, distantly, Riley Silver knew it was almost Christmas.

She knew it like she knew there was oxygen in the air and that breathing it kept her alive. True, but knowing it changed nothing.

It was just a fact, like the speed limit on the highway she’d exited; like the deep-wood branches that scraped the doors. The way the road eroded to dirt, and to tree roots the size of bodies.

This path could damage the car, cosmetically and structurally. It didn’t matter. They just had to get to the cabin, and they were close now.

Somewhere, distantly, Riley Silver knew this was wrong.

She knew it like she knew the other presence inside her mind - persistent and distinct. True, but functionally useless. Knowing it changed nothing about what she was going to do.

hehe I got a little bit farther in throg draft. it's so short tho

"Your husband is dead, ma'am. I'm sorry."

These are the first words of our story, because this is where the adventure begins. It was this simple sentence that shaped the beginning of our hero and his tale. And I shall tell it to you now. Is it a good story? Yes, I think it's very good. Is it a happy one? There is always happiness, if we take care to look for it.

It was late in the day when these words were spoken. The dappled afternoon light shone warm on the green of the sloping countryside; the fields slowly swaying golden. Trees lined the sides of a path that lead to the door of a country house. One might assume it to be a farmer's home at first glance, but those more familiar with its owners would know that to be an understatement.

wahoo! as of 26/09/2019 I am officially taking Wings at Dawn into its second draft!

I’ve already finished my readthrough of my first draft, colour coded my thoughts, and am ready to crack on with editing it! I doubt I’ll have much time to progress fast, considering I’m still on holiday, but I can now use the spare time I do have to productively advance this project

Getting there in style.