Tribal Heart- taster

This is the first page and a half from my book. I've basically just copy and pasted it here. Please tell me what you think, either here, on Facebook or Twitter or even on an email. I'll leave the links at the bottom of the page. Hope you like it....

Tribal Heart

By

Elizabeth L. Fallon

Harriet Skies is a young Shape-Shifter. Still learning about the dangers of her ability, Harriet is forced to leave her home and her family and set out on a long journey to find safety half way across the world. 

Along the way she falls in love with her brother’s best friend, shelters a wanted murderer and plans a wedding.

But is Love a weakness? And can she ever be happy if she is always on the run?

Bitter sweet Fantasy Romance

CHAPTER 1

I was curled up in a ball, against a stone cold floor. There were bars, much like a prison cell, but no window. No freedom, only bare chilling skin, stagnant air and dark shadows that hummed like an all men’s choir. Deep, dark, Sad.

My ears rang and my body ached from when id been hauled, half conscious into this cube, equivalent to the space of a kennel. It crossed my mind that perhaps they hadn’t even bothered to stitch me up this time. Let me bleed and rot to death. I was already half way there.

One question burned within me throughout it all- Where was he?

I’d been certain that through sacrificing myself, I would have found him here; in much like the state I was now.

 Both of us could have escaped, because together we could do anything. 

But he wasn’t here. I was. And I knew there wasn’t a chance of escaping alone.

Accepting the recurring thought that I was going to die, I gladly looked back over my life, how everything had changed from the girl with nothing meaningful to who I was now. Glad I’d found love, my very own tribe and my animal.

GROWN UP
  My life was a blank canvas. And I am not referring to a clear mind or a religious status. I am saying it was simply empty. I had a loving, supportive family, more money than anyone could wish for…and options. However, there was something missing.

   Have you ever seen one of those time-travel films? The ones where the usually middle aged man - with a wife and two children - goes into the future and discovers that something may have gone wrong somewhere along the way, so they change it only to then find themselves in a completely new future, one where they had lost everything that was good, learn that their life truly had been a blessing.
Well, in short, this was extremely close to the fate I was living. Somewhere along the way I may have disregarded the very few chances…a chance too many, perhaps.
I felt like an old woman at the end of her life. Of course, I knew I would not be going near a coffin for a very long time, but I felt myself in that long, sometimes lonely moment, just waiting for whatever was coming next. The spark of life that I needed to set the fire burning.

 When you’re not living your fate, even after only eighteen birthdays, you can feel lost or at least not found yet. I could’ve hoped and dreamt and acted, but according to what?
Dramatic it may seem, but there was something more to life. I could feel it deep within me.
And so it all began one afternoon, while I’m standing in the rain waiting… waiting. I’m not sure of what I was waiting for, but whenever I remember coming to this particular place, I felt a familiar impulse to go searching for something, but what? That I didn’t know. So I came to the conclusion of staying were I was in the hope that something would find me. Harriet Skies…

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The Mission

ISBN number, Copyright, Illustration, General Layout, Marketing, Printing….not to mention actually creating a product that will get itself into a bookstore and then sell.

Give me a reason not to do this-

  Well, Bea, do you have the funding for all of this? Think about the time and stress…perhaps the emotion of failure…

Just say your book does survive the prodding and poking that comes with the territory of public exposure, what if it doesn’t sell? Maybe it’s not good enough, Maybe you just don’t know what you want to do with you life…are you bored? Is this all an insane way just to fill time? Oh, are you a person who craves drama?

How about we just stop right there.

 I could say I’ve thought about everything of the above, more than once…more than I should have to. But, if I’m honest, they’ve been light ‘ifs’ that have soon passed just like a cloud in the Pacific Ocean on a hot, relentless day.

Think of a dream. No, not a, ‘I wanna win the lottery so blow your candles out and make a wish’, kind of dream. A goal that you see yourself reaching in the, not too distant, future.

  In fact, scratch that. You get the point. In less than a paragraph- I’m excited.

If you read my previous scribble ‘That first baby step’ you know this is all brand new to me, not to mention I’ve opened up Facebook pages and twitter accounts on behalf of myself and Tribal Heart. It doesn’t seem like much, except I sat in my dinning room all day yesterday reading books and internet sites on Self Publishing.

 I already feel like a pro!

So someone give me a reason to blow out my own fire, trust me, it won’t be too hard- a few accounts on social networking sites can easily be deleted.

  Hold on though. My book is sitting there, printed out opposite me just calling to be read (by someone other than me, that is) and bound together with a lovely picture on the front.

  My ideas, too, are nibbling away at the reality associated thinking leaving only story lines and fresh-faced characters.

  To me, this is all I want to do. So even if I have to try this, fail, and keep trying, there’s no way in hell I’m giving up. In fact, I’ve succeeded already by setting myself with a goal that is, without an agent and publisher, rather far fetched for a nineteen year old.  

Right, now getting back to the mission at hand- Proof reading, printing, illustrations.

Payday= Monday. That’s when the ball gets rolling. All I can really think of at this moment is to get as many supporters as my words will get me.

So as soon as this blog is posted and I’ve attached the link to Twitter and Facebook, I’ll get my ass back here and post a little bit of my book and what it’s about.

Because, regardless of weather I’m ridiculously nervous, the book is what this is all about…

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That first baby step

Tribal Heart. That is the title to my first novel.

  I'm Bea. Nineteen, working part time and, somehow, already slowing my pace through life. I'm learning that taking the time to stop and take a look around might take an extra few moments, and no, I’m not going to say heroically 'BUT IT WILL SAVE TIME LATER ON IN LIFE', No. I'm scrambling through the dark, just like Bilbo Baggins in Gollum’s Cave, and instead of trying to turn the light on in my thinking, I'm asking, what’s so bad about the darkness, anyway? Why can't I, as an individual, just stop, sit down, cross my legs and not have to worry about anything.

Tribal Heart. That is the first title to my, unpublished, novel.
I've recently just been surfing through Google, clicking and re-clicking on Literary Agents who might accept a submission from me.
  At first you get this burst of adrenaline. As you other writers and aspiring authors might have experienced, and the once you've trudged your way through countless agencies, you loose the heart.
Not the heart for writing. I believe that if you write for yourself, and honestly enjoy it, you can't really ever loose the heart for writing. But you loose the heart for trying to get your book out there, read and liked by the 'important' people.

 That moment came for me only ten minutes ago. It was the moment I'd seen the words 'attatch CV' for the eighth or so time this evening. The question, 'what has my CV got to do with my book?' tickled around the sensitive areas in my brain.
Now, yes, we are in a society where people with degrees and the right qualifications get to achieve at a faster pace than those who haven't got the essentials.
The obvious answer would be, go back to school, get yourself onto a course in UNI or part time in college. Yet I can't really agree with education being the answer for success as my thought for writing came not when I was IN school, but after I dropped out of sixth form.
Again, I have no real dis-like for academics, but I find I feel more spontaneous, free-thinking and fresh when I'm not sitting behind a desk. And so I'm watching my Dad, as he's sat behind the computer screen, having just opened up a Facebook account to 'spread to Rebel' and I'm wondering, why conform now, when another option for my book to be published is by trying it myself.

So this is my first blog, in the hope that, eventually, I’ll have, not only supporters, but the courage to take the next baby step into self publishing Tribal Heart.

Stay tuned....