Ninety thousand one hundred and ninety words after starting, I completed the first draft my second novel The Particulars.  The final two words were “the” and “end”.  Yes I know I’m a tease (there’s a real excerpt at the end of this post).  I’m super excited.  And yes I left room for a sequel.


I really don’t know what else to say.  I’m sitting here in shock.  I’m done.  Well with the first draft anyway.

I’m not sure what my next move will be, but I’m excited to take the next step having completed phase one.

Here’s a little excerpt from the middle of the novel:

The scent of musty damp earth permeated Veril’s nose.  Despite the bright blueish glow emanating from his cell phone, Veril could barely make out his surroundings at first.  He stood at the bottom of the stairs blind and and helpless.  All he could see was the glow of Logan’s cell ahead of him.  He couldn’t hear anything either but the sound of his rapid shallow breaths and the rush of blood past his eardrum.  He wiped his sweaty palms on his slacks and waited for his pupils to adjust to the low light.

When he could somewhat see again, he crept forward towards Logan’s light looking around.  Straight ahead was a door where Logan waited for him to catch up.  On either side of his path were rows of large rectangular boxes made of some sort of rough ancient stone.  They looked large enough to hold a fully grown man.

He shone his phone on them to get a better look and nearly dropped it as he jumped back.  He clamped his hand over his own mouth stifling a scream.  What were all these coffins doing down here?

He wasn’t about to hang around to find out.  Shaking, he rushed over to where Logan stood waiting.

“Come on.  Let’s go upstairs.”  Veril reached for the door knob but Logan caught his wrist.

“Wait!” Logan said.

“Wait for what?” Veril tried to pull his arm away, but Logan’s grip was iron tight.

“I just don’t know if we should be doing this.  What if you get caught?  This is such a bad idea.  I just know it.”

Logan was right.  This was a terrible idea.  Knowing his luck he’d probably get caught and end up in jail for breaking and entering.  His head started to spin at the thought of himself in some prison somewhere.  He wouldn’t last a single day in a place like that, and Sam would probably leave him there to rot.  He shivered.  His legs felt like lead weights.  He just wasn’t cut out for this type of thing.

Maybe if Sam were here by his side helping him, he’d feel differently.  The thought of Sam made his chest ache.  He had to stop being such a loser if he had any hope of a future with her.  Besides, Tracy needed his help.

“Look,” Veril’s tried to sound as stern as he could, “one of my students is trapped up there.”

“Can’t you just call the police or something and let them deal with it?”

“And what should I tell the police?  That I have a semi-invisible student being held captive in Doctor Cameron Johanson’s library?  I’ll be lucky if all they do is laugh at me.”

So there you have it.  The Particulars.

The end.

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