May 11, 2015
Hello everybody! 1st - Thanks so much for your pre-order! We have a long way to go (more than 100 more pre-orders) before May 31st, but I am confident we will do as well as we can!
I sat for a while trying to figure out what to write in this little update box. Then it hit me... just start writing and it will work itself out in the end. So here I am. Words. Hmm... Oh, I know! I have created a facebook group if for Ageless if you would like to join the go here: https://www.facebook.com/youareageless
Let me tell you a little bit about the process of writing this book. I began with an idea several years ago, in fact it was probably late 2008 or early 2009 (man, where does the time go??), after watching a particularly good episode of a TV show that will remain nameless for now. My friend, Kiera, had written a book and was shopping it around to be published. So, in my head, I started wondering, Hmm, could I do that? I kept going back to the idea presented in this television show and wondered to myself how could I adapt that basic idea into something worth writing about...
At the time, I was hosting a local podcast about the music scene with a friend. Just for fun, I asked him if he might like to take on a second podcast, only this one would be about the craft of writing. I have never been amazing the this thing called "grammar" or something else called "spelling", but I have always been interested in stories. In my life I have written a lot music and usually I try to make the songs into a narrative-like structure with a beginning, middle and end, so I thought, How hard can it be? Ha! Wow. We never got the podcast rolling but I did try to write a short story and it is horrific. I got through about 3 or 4 pages and abandoned the idea, along with any hope of writing a full length novel. IT WAS WORK, and I wasn't even getting paid! No one wants that!
But still this idea grew in my head.
And since you stuck around this long, here is an excerpt from chapter 1 of Ageless.
Thanks for being amazing.
"Alessandra had spent enough time in this place
to carefully move the wires out of the way creating a little nesting area. She mostly came here at night. Some part of her understood she was probably being
watched constantly by the doctor-men, but she didn’t care. She needed her own place, her own space away
from the needles, scary masks, and even the other children. It was here that she
crept now, feeling more alone and afraid than she had any time with the any of
the doctor-men. It wasn’t great living
here, but they were nice most of the time.
She had made a few true friends as the other children trickled in and
out of her life, but they were all gone now.
As she settled into the smallish, dark space, she noticed for the first
time how the stress of the situation had taken its toll on her mind and
body. She began to cry again, making
sure to weep silently, and sleep overtook her like darkness takes the day."