Hungry Eyes Excerpt.

I changed my mind... I just couldn't wait to post this.

The name of my very first novel is... Hungry Eyes. 

I know it's a short excerpt, but when I post the prologue and the full length excerpt. It will all make more sense.

Keep in mind, I'm still on my very first draft of my novel.

I know it’s her, I’m positive. Her skin is ice cold; her finger tips tremble with every single touch. She puts her hands across my chest. She is here, with me. I gasp for breath, I search for words to say, but my mind is dispersed. I feel as if someone broke into my brain, and stole my ability to think straight. My tongue is completely numb. My lips are frozen, literally and figuratively. She comes closer, and puts her head upon my shoulder. She whispers into my ear.

            “You’re still here Caden, your heart’s still beating. I’ll take care of you.”

            I hear her voice and part of me shakes. I knew it was her, but it’s almost as if a part of me had no idea. She whispered those words into my ear like a widow saying goodbye to her beloved husband. I could feel the pain from within her voice. 

I try and speak, I mumble out a couple sounds…

            “I, I, mm, I’m…”

I move my tongue, and my lips quiver with pain, but the words just won’t come out. I can feel her eyes, they’re glued to me, and I wish I could gaze into them, but right now I can't. I cannot see anything, except for the insides of my swollen eyelids. The pain is unbearable, but that's not what concerns me. I don’t know where we are, or how we got here. Right now, I am only sure of one thing: he is still out there.  He’s not going to stop searching for us. I’m not in the right state, physically or mentally, to be able to protect her, but I know exactly what needs to be done. Hiding isn’t an option. I can’t run, at least not at this moment I can’t. I’m too weak to defend either of us. We both know what comes next, but neither of us will admit it to each other. She lies beside me, and it kills me that I can’t see her.

I am not alive, nor am I dead. I am simply here, lying next to a girl who is closer to death than I ever have been. This is saying something, considering six weeks ago I was clinically dead. My name is Caden Thompson, and this is my story. 

Just a sneak peak, for right now. Comment and let me know what you think of my excerpt for my very first novel Hungry Eyes.

It's Monday, and I have big news!

Good morning blog.

It's Monday morning! It's time to start my busy, and hopefully good week.


I have some important news for everyone that reads my work, follows my blog, and other social networking sites. THIS THURSDAY NOVEMBER 29th I WILL BE RELEASING A VERY SHORT EXCERPT FROM MY NOVEL. Yes, I will also release the name of the novel this Thursday. The following Thursday, December 6th, I will release a prologue. I'm very stoked for all of this, and I can't wait to hear what you all think about the excerpt, and prologue.

Stay tuned!

Have a great day everyone!

Corey.

Saturday morning blogging.

Good morning blog.

It's Saturday morning and I just made myself a cup of coffee. I'll be writing all morning but before that I have a couple of things I'd like to get off my chest.

Cups of coffee: 1

Don't be afraid to get personal with your readers.
I've learned a lot in the past couple of months about pretty much everything that matters to me. I lost someone very close to me this past summer and part of me never really got over that. I've struggled with standing on two feet for the last two years. Some days I would wake up and literally rethink everything I've ever done. Every single step I've taken. I've come to terms with a lot, and I've realized that thinking that way is completely ridiculous. The world is beautiful. Life is a magnificent show that will continuously play out. The cycle will keep spinning, and you have to make the decision as to whether you're going to be a part of the big picture or not.

This is one of the many reasons why I've decided to work ten thousand times harder on my writing. I want to be the best I can possibly be, but when it comes to writing, I'll never be finished. Every day I grow as a person and as a writer. We all do. Writing is a never ending talent. Being human is a never ending journey. I'll never give up on the future that I envision myself having.

This blog is all over the place, I know.
What I'm saying to all of you is this. If I could fix all my past mistakes, and change it all, I probably wouldn't be writing this right now. I wouldn't be a writer today. I'm a writer because of everything I have been through. The people I have met. The situations I have been through. Meeting someone, spending the night with that person, could change your aspect and view towards life. Losing a loved one, can change your view. It's all about perspective, that's it.

I have been burned over and over again, we all have right?
We have to take what we can get out of everything we have been through. A cancer patient takes the situation he or she has been through and turns it into a future best seller. I could write so many examples of hard times that people turned into something wonderful. Never give up, and never lose hope on what you want to accomplish. You can fall down eighteen times, but don't worry about the falling, just keep getting up. People ask me every single day. "Why do you want to be a writer?" Or, "You won't make any money unless you sell a best seller." I hear stuff like that constantly, and you know what I tell them every single time? I like to write. A simple yet mind boggling answer.

Cups of coffee: 2

Letting someone in could be the best thing that's ever happened to you.
(inspired by Ksenia Anske)
I'm not in love, but that doesn't mean that love isn't important to me. Everyone needs some sort of love. It motivates us. It fuels us to be the best we can be, right? Who do you want to impress more than anything? Who's advice do you listen to the most? The person that you love. Don't deny the love someone wants to show you. If you want someone, go get them. A writer I've never met inspired me about this certain subject. I'm not the friendliest person in the world. A lot of people close to me could describe me as grumpy, or kind of a jerk. I'm not this way out of hatred or anger. The thought of love itself just makes me very timorous, and it's hard for me to admit that. I'm not completely ready to let anyone in yet, but I'm working really hard on getting to that point.

This is a perfect example. A writer I've never met changed my view on my own writing and my perspective towards the subject of love. Anyone can truly make a huge impact in your life. Don't overlook anyone or anything.

Cups of coffee: 3
(this is my last cup, I swear..)

As a young writer, I often find myself reading my own work and discovering meaning behind what I've written. Does that make sense? I think it does. Going way back to how everything you've been through effects your writing. When I post the excerpt to my novel, the people close to me will probably know where it's coming from.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Saturday, and I'll end this blog with a deep quote from my favorite childhood movie.

"You must take your place, in the circle of life."

Comment and let me know what you thought of my all over the place blog.

Thanks.

Corey.




 

A new chapter.

Hello everyone!

A new chapter in my life: Blogging.
 
I am extremely stoked to finally start blogging full time. I have a lot I plan to post on here very soon. Short stories, my opinionated rants, and of course the excerpt for my first novel. I haven't told anyone the name of my first novel yet, and when I post the excerpt on here I will also be releasing the name of it. Stay tuned and let me know what you all think about my work.

Thanks.

Corey.