Editing and Revision of Obsidian

Obsidian has been completed, unrevised with a word count of 144, 762. Currently, the novel is under revision and editing, and the estimated completion of a polished version is May 15, while the estimated release date is June 1. As this editing continues, a few more excerpts are planned to be posted, so watch for them.

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Upon release, e-books and printed paper-back copies will be available for varying costs.
Closer to June 1, contact me if you are interested in a copy of Obsidian.

Excerpt 1

Below is the first excerpt (sneak peek) of Obsidian.

Unknown

PEOPLE DON'T know me. Those who think they do, don't. I'm black, unreadable, like that of obsidian. I have secrets and ideas that are masked within its darkness. Hidden, and dangerous. There is only one human being that could ever understand half of my life, only because I've personally known him since birth. Then there still stands the other half, unknown by everyone, prominent only if I'm exposed to the blinding, enticing, bright light, where I glow. Glow black, like obsidian. Otherwise, I will remain dark and disguised.

     Others view me as a reserved person. They know how to avoid me, which I am grateful for, as that keeps me painted black. There are only a few things that reveal my true self, and that includes anger. The other catalyst is inevitable: interest. If something strong attaches to me, I will pursue it until it is absolutely impossible to continue further. There is no limit for me, which is often a problem, because that is when the cracks begin to appear. That is when things become uncontrollable, like a pond frozen over with a thin layer of ice, splitting into pieces.

My hand ran across the smooth but worn cover, the other holding and caressing the binding as if it were a young and delicate child. Beautiful. My fingers flipped through the yellowing and stained pages, every one harboring a sparking excitement. I can see now the twisting, destructive colors swirling into emptiness, nowhere to go but to accumulate here. Have I made the right decision, resulting in this destruction? Influential, tempting descriptions reached out with invisible sharp nails and dug them into my brain, squeezing and pulling me into the fantasy. The fantasy of these pages—true or false, I didn't know at the time. Now I do know. I watch this phenomenon now because I believed and I attempted, and did I have anything to lose? My life could not be taken even if my pounding mind of ideas were to be crushed. Who left such a marvel here, in my own attic, for me to discover? Of course, maybe it wasn't meant for prying eyes because to reach this I broke open a tightly locked chest. I wanted to know. I'm glad I know. I wasn't supposed to find this ancient artifact, threatening to crumble in my interested hands, any time in my lifetime, yet I did. I felt my eyes glistening and wondering. Then I saw the name signed fancy in black ink on the very last page and the silence consumed me. The recognition was almost painful. Somewhere in my mind a realization occurred to me and things started hooking together like pieces of a puzzle. He had this book before me. He had read it or wrote it, probably had the same desires as me. But did he follow them to their fullest extent? No, he did not. The anger and success of my abilities swarms around me so violently I have to use all my strength and balance to keep myself on my feet. This is happening because of my grandfather. Because he did not destroy that precious, forbidden journal. He left it, I found it, and things changed. I did the impossible that he expressed to titillatingly in his writing, and I am proud of it.

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Rewriting the Series

Awhile back, I had written more than half the series (up to half of the fourth book), and I had the rest of that and the fifth book to complete before the series would be finished. I had all the plots and story-lines ready to be written on paper. However, after heavily editing/rewriting book 1 (Obsidian) and book 2 (Island of the Unnatural) and still feeling slightly dissatisfied with the results, I decided to restart and rewrite the entire series. I wanted to be publish-worthy, or at least public-worthy if I decided to self-publish (which I have). So I am currently starting over, as said, and I am almost done with the first draft of book 1. The story-lines are similar to the old versions, but no longer ludicrous, and the new versions are also longer and the plot thoroughly developed. Things are no longer jumbled and are relevant. I have also changed the titles of each novels so they relate to each other throughout the series and connect symbolically with the story. The series now have meaning. I plan to self-publish all of these five books in the future, and I will keep you updated on my progress. And as said, Obsidian will be released June 1 of this year, if not earlier, and I will be posting an excerpt soon.

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Publishing Interest

I am currently in the process of finishing writing my first draft of Obsidian [book 1], which I will then edit and revise. I plan to attempt self-publishing with CreateSpace when I have a polished version of the novel. I will offer an e-book link or a paperback printed version for a certain price [to be determined]. Let me know if you are interested, and I'll keep you updated with Obsidian news.

Release Date: June 1, 2014.

[Front Cover of Obsidian - Book 1]

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