Hello

Hi to all my friends, as it can be plainly seem I have decided to create a blog for people to obviously read. I am currently getting ready for church so I can not write long. I hope to use this blog to post updates on the book I am writing entitled: I do not know. I am considering different titles and I will post some after the summary of the book! Now I will give an excerpt, of course this excerpt might not be in the final draft.


“It had been nineteen years since that day and Jyvil was sure he would never forget it as the events of the day ran through his head. The country of Kantra was now ruled by the evil Hasterth who had caused the people in his country much grief. As Jyvil remembered the look on Radshan’s face as they fled the castle, he remembered what happened to Radshan. The caravan that bore him had disappeared without a trace, the same thing had happened to Ovilane. The babe that Leanea rushed out with was truly a mystery. The babe had also disappeared with all hope of freedom.
There will be suffering, there will be death, heed this warning and protect, the third baby for this child will restore peace to the land if you watch over it. Keep hold to faith that not all will be lost as long as you keep the child safe. But if the child dies suffering will reign and may never be stopped.
Jyvil remembered the words well as his memories brought him back through his life. Nothing had turned out as planned. The children were split to places that would ensure their safety, but now only grief was found through the land. As for the queen, her grief over her loss undid her before the children were separated, she died.
Hasterth was not from Kantra but few knew that, he was brought to Kantra as a young boy and raised by his mother who filled his soul with hate. Hasterth was of the south where evil corrupt men inhabited. These men had once been leaderless unto Hasterth had united them, he moved them quickly to Kantra’s capital. The attack had been very unexpected and caused grief, Hasterth bound up the truth through a web of lies about what really happened. The people were won over by his slick tongue and many of them were still deceived. This saddened the people who really knew what happened the the king.
It seemed hope had escaped the land, but no only few realized that there was still hope.”


I know the story seems, unoriginal but I have had this concept developed for years with some very unexpected twists! I am still very worried that it will be typical and unoriginal as a whole but I have hope to where it is going.
besides writing stories I also write songs, I have one strong one called, “Stand.” I hope to record it into my computer soon! Weather I do that or not I do not care. Well I have to get ready for church soon! I’ll post later.