Going Under, the first book in the Something in the Water series, arrives Tuesday, September 5!

 

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The Tyranny of Word Counts

The Tyranny of Word Counts

Many authors have just finished up the slog that is National Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Every year, thousands of people sign up to challenge themselves to write a full-fledged novel—defined as 50,000 words—in thirty days. NaNoWriMo bills itself as a fun experience and a huge challenge.

Yet there’s mixed reaction to the very idea of this challenge in writing circles. Some people love it. Others find it too stressful. Almost as many writers fail at it as succeed. So what’s the big problem?

Chapter 17: Dirty Secrets [Slapshot!]

Chapter 17: Dirty Secrets [Slapshot!]

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Danny leaned against the washroom door, grimacing. They’d only been home for maybe an hour and he needed to get ready for the game, but he hadn’t been able to get Matt to move from the bathroom floor for the better part of forty-five minutes. He winced again; Matt had to be dry-heaving by now—he’d thrown up probably two or three times before they’d even left the hospital.

Epilogue [Bad Spirits]

Epilogue [Bad Spirits]

Marina stood knee-deep in the snow, watching Ilya’s ghost brush the snow from his corpse. She watched the look of shock come over the apparition’s face. She’d hoped that, with Timmo gone, she’d been done dealing with monsters and spirits.

But Ilya had apparently followed them home. It had taken weeks for her to realize that the strange force knocking things over, occasionally blocking her doorway or even trapping her places, was actually a thing. It had taken her longer to see Ilya’s face, and longer still to hear the spirit speak – a whisper that she could only hear because she was listening for it.

Chapter IV [Bad Spirits]

Chapter IV [Bad Spirits]

“Agent Valor.”

She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the man as he darted down the marble steps that led into the Ministry building. She flipped down her sunglasses, as if to acknowledge that she was speaking to a superior. “Sir?”

“We’ve had a very interesting report.” The wind whipped his tie up, whisking it to the side. It fluttered in the breeze, like some kind of pennant. The tails of his jacket flowed out behind him.

“About?”

A slow smirk spread across his face; she was aware of every single wrinkle, every freckle on his pale skin.

Chapter III [Bad Spirits]

Chapter III [Bad Spirits]

The palace was brightly lit, even at the late hour. Hundreds of lanterns burned softly in the darkness, eating away at it. Their soft glow made the white marble walls of the palace seem even more evanescent. The walls themselves seemed almost luminescent. It was bright, it was white, and somehow, it seemed so pure. It almost burned at Ilya’s eyes.

The blond man grabbed him forcibly by the arm, dragged him past a brightly-uniformed guard, flashing some sort of sign to the man as he went by. Ilya wanted to watch, but he couldn’t; the light hurt his eyes.