Saturday Updates

I guess updates are a Saturday kind of thing for me. So let’s get this thing a rollin’, shall we?

Today, I have posted chapter 3 of Waking Dream on Wattpad. Eventually I will get the tags done right and try to start drawing in readers. But let me summarize the kind if book it is below.

Waking Dream is a fantasy adventure novel, with a strong reliance on personal introspection and character growth, as well as some metaphysical themes that draws into question about reality as a whole.

The main character is David, who lived in our world. As he waits to see his longtime love for a date, he suddenly feels weak, and falls. Instead of Falling to the ground, he is pulled through the void to wake in a world completely different from our own. A world of magic and mystery. He feels that he is pushed to some unmentioned destiny, as angels, demons and other metaphysical beings try to return him to his true home.

How he survives, and where he goes, is all on learning to control his powers and his reality as a whole.

You can find the Wattpad version here.

Novel News:

Waking Dream has finally surpassed the 25k words mark! Current word count is at 25,095! I feel that I’m only about a quarter of the way through the books story, so I have quite a ways to go.

I have two current covers designated for the book, but those will be changed over time as the book progresses, or until I get an awesome artist to render me a strong cover. The cover designs are below.

Yes, the second version was literally made completely by yours truly. I don’t use art programs as much as I used to so it’s not perfect, but I will eventually get the design down and done right.

You can read the teaser chapter I released almost two weeks ago here for a better perspective about the deeper themes available in the book. And as always, I would love to hear what you guys think!


Scattered Dreams and High Fantasy

I haven’t posted in some time, and I really need to get this down before it slips to the back of my mind like everything else as of late.

I am failing at getting any writing done. Period. The last bit I wrote in my novel was two weeks ago, and that’s not good. I got stuck, bad, but now I have realized why. I was originally writing a low fantasy, more realistic in terms of view and direction, but now I have come to realize that it isn’t a low fantasy novel. It has morphed into high fantasy.

At least, in my definition of the terms. I could be wrong. But originally I was more writing a book on discovering magic that had purpose, but wasn’t the only thing the book was about. Now the magic seems to be taking center stage, while still keeping the main theme in place. The sub plot that is being worked on now is where I got stuck, though, with a discovery that I am starting to believe should be postponed til later on but the awakening phase is what matters most at this point… and introducing differing points of view that are integral to the story itself.

Now I know I am just rambling right now, but that’s better than nothing, right? Maybe I’ll be more coherent in my next post.

Until then!

¡Adiós, Buenos noches!

Progress Report 6/14/16


Final total word count: 17,917!

That is the most I have ever written in any attempt at a book by a landslide, and I am awefully proud of myself. I literally edited the hell out of the first 17 chapters, and can now focus on adding new content. I needed to get through that process, though, since there were large holes in a lot of areas. But now that it’s done, I can finally start adding more to it.

Previous chapter excerpts will likely be deleted in the next couple of days to be replaced with newer versions. Ones that I feel are more completed.

I hope everyone is having a great day!


Should I call it what I want to call it or should I choose a different name?

So, did some research on my title for “Waking Dream” and got slightly discouraged. First, add the word book to the end of a Google or Bing search and I see massive number of titles that are similar, most being studies of the human sleep patterns and waking dreams. My secondary title, since I decided the story will be part of a trilogy, “Nightmare Falling” had similar results. And then a bunch of fantasy books with nightmare in the title. Ugh.

But due to the overall theme of my story, Waking Dream is the perfect fit… So I am kind of at a stand still. Should I over worry about my title and change it, or keep it as it is and just ride it through?

Drop me a comment and let me know what you think!

Progress Report 5-24-16

Waking Dream word count: 16,080.

After my rewrites, I have added around 1700 words to my story before I start drafting again. I might actually re-write one of the later chapters before I start drafting further, or just draft before going back through them.

As far as the three chapters I have rewritten, i am now much more pleased with how they have turned out. I hope I can continue with this groove I have picked up, haha!

As far as the whole “make it more cohesive” I definitely not only accomplished that, but made that part of the story far more interesting! Chapter 5 revision is sampled here, if you haven’t checked it out. I really could use some feedback so I know where it stands so far!

Hope everyone is having a wonderful and productive day!

Waking Dream Excerpt 3

This is chapter 5 of my current novel project, Waking Dream. Other excerpts are linked here:
Excerpt 1
Excerpt 2
Excerpt 3

I step into the bright sunny day. Beyond the double doors laid a covered deck that extended a yard forward and running the full length of the building to my left. At the far end was a simple, circular table with a pair of chairs, one occupied by the heavily cloaked, fire-haired woman. I walk over and take the chair opposite hers.

“Hope the meal was good.” A fire was in her eyes, one nearly as fierce as her hair, and her lips were turned into that ever present smile as she watched me. I did feel full, and well, so I nodded my head.

“Good. You’ll owe me for quite some time for having to wait for so long for you to wake.” Her smile disappeared as she took on a serious expression, as if she was about to lecture a child.

“Was that you who caused that glow down that path?” The question shocked me. Her face softened slightly at my expression, but still awaited an answer.

“I suppose you could say that.” I let the end of the sentence draw slightly as I spoke. Then shook my head. “I have no idea what happened that night, honestly.”

She pondered for a moment, then her grey eyes stared directly at me intensely. After a moment, she nodded, her soft smile returning to her face. “I can explain a bit about it, but it could take a long time for you to understand it.”

I nodded, thinking that any explanation would be better than nothing.

“Something that I do wonder is where do you come from?” her eyes betrayed her inquisitive nature though her smile remained. I shook my head and laughed embarrassingly. “You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I don’t even know where I actually am, and this world is already proving to be so much different than my own.”

“What do you mean, this world…?”

“Where I came from, the only magic or power or anything like that came in movies or stories.” I shake my head. “But that’s a topic for another day.”

“Odd thing to say, just to dismiss it.”

“Yes, I know, but it would take days to explain it, and I have troubles understanding it myself.”

“I suppose so.” She said, drawing out the last note. I nodded in response, settling deeper into my chair as I draw in a long breath. She nodded as well, before sighing, heavily.

“To be honest, I have never met a person who knew nothing of magic or how it works. So explaining it is out of the question.” Joy, something that can’t be expressed with words. She slipped a slender hand from within her heavy cloak, holding it over the center of the small table. Her hand was only slightly tanned, as if she never spent much time out in the sun.

Then her hand began to fade, slowly. A white haze formed around it, engulfing it, before turning into flames. The process seemed so slow as I studied it, shocked and amazed, before the flame vanished completely. Her hand darted back within the confines of her cloak as I continued to stare blankly at the space where the flame was. The center of the table had a slight singe to it, as if it felt the heat of the non-existent flame.

Then my eyes turned to her directly. Her smile was bright, almost whimsical. A small breeze shifted and changed direction for a moment, cooling off our corner of the long porch before returning to its natural path. I started feeling a glimmer of something that I just could not place, but then it was gone. I shook my head slowly.

“You felt it, didn’t you?”

“I felt something.” I said slowly, still deep in thought about what had just occurred. “But I don’t know if I could ever be able to do it myself.”

“You have it in you if you felt it. Just give it time, and it will manifest itself in its own way.” Her expression changed for a moment, like a mixture of irritation or anger with the look of someone who had been shot at, but then it passed.

“That, of course, is just a sample. But we’ll eventually see how it develops for you.” Her smile disappears once more, and she takes on a serious expression.

“I’ll be introducing you to a friend of mine in a couple of days. He will be willing to help you with the more mundane things in the world, like gold and how to earn it. He is also a great resource of knowledge of the land, a among other things.”

“Basically, he will give me a job and be a tutor?”

She nods, and smiles once more. “I can’t foot your bill forever, you know.”

We both laugh. When the laughter subsides, she begins to stand, and I follow the notion.

“Take the rest of the day to rest up some more. I’ll be off to talk with my friend this afternoon and will be back late. When the sun is almost down is when supper will be ready.”
I nod, and we both went our separate ways.

* * *

I was laying in bed as the last rays of sun began to die out. My eyes were heavy, and my body was still aching from my overly long rest. I had acquired a bottle of ink, a quill pen and a sheaf of paper from the innkeeper earlier in the evening and had wrote down all I could remember from before my month long coma-like rest.

Thoughts swirled and darted in my mind. Of wondrous worlds of fanciful delight and wondrous dreams. Of floating in the air above thin white clouds and flying with birds in a bright blue sky. I relished in my pre-sleep dreams when a knock on my door broke the silence.

And then I fell on the floor. My eyes had been closed for some time, the window showing no light except a few early stars. I wasn’t even close to the bed anymore. My thoughts were broken as the door came open from the outside, slightly ajar as the signature red hair and grey eyes looked at me from above.

“Do you sleep on the floor from that world you came from…?”

I quickly turn and lever myself upright onto my knees, then grab the door by the frame to stand fully upright and pull it further inwards. I shake my head, and look directly at her. “I actually don’t know what happened…”

She shrugged, walking into the room. As she passed, I close the door behind her, then move to take a seat on the bed.

“Maybe levitation?” She looked like she was deep in thought, then shrugged. “Anyways, I came to see how you were doing. The server girl downstairs said you had quite the appetite.”

“Well, I was out for over a month. Got to regain some of my strength.”

“Indeed.” She said with a rueful smile. “You think you’d be up for a run in the morning?”

“Might do me some good to get some exercise.” And I wasn’t lying. I still felt pretty weak. She nods, then turns to the door. Just before she opens it, she turns her head to look at me.

“Just be careful with your daydreams, David. You never know what might come out of it.” Before I could think of a reply, she had opened the door and gone. I sat there for a long time in silence, thinking about what she had said and what she had demonstrated earlier in the day.

I was still thinking about it as I drifted off to sleep.


Worry is a word that I hate to use. But I can’t help but worry, especially when it comes to writing. And sometimes I get so worked up that I can’t even continue where I am at. It’s odd, honestly, but sometimes the forms and directions don’t come as easily as I thought they would have. Then I begin to worry that I can’t work on any writing at all, and it causes me to look at writing with trepidation.

With as little time as I have been able to take with writing here lately, this is a double downer. Being unable to form more than a single sentence makes me feel less than a writer. Even saddens me. Then the trepidation really grows worse, and by the time I finally get back into the groove, a lot of the ideas have gone.

Maybe I just need to find time to write at least a little every single day. I know some authors have a daily goal of anywhere between 600-1200 words a day, minimally. I have been trying to do that myself, and even managed almost 2k in a couple nights ago. But ever since then, I haven’t been able to string a single phrase.

But after a bit of thinking, I went into the files and started to really look at what I had written. Part of it was a complete mess that made no sense. Was I on drugs? Hah, no, but it sure seemed like it. Maybe after a bit of editing (two full chapters need to be re-written, and some just added to because they are just too short) I will be able to get back towards my goal of minimally 90k words.

This book is going to either be the death of me, or I’ll end up giving up and never get it done. Let’s just hope neither happens and I can see my story bloom in other people’s eyes.

Hope everyone is having a productive day!