Guest Post: SUPPORT By R. M. Ridley

Guest post by R. M. Ridley, the author of Tomorrow Wendell.

Heena Rathore-Pardeshi

Hello dear readers! Please welcome my first Guest-Blogger, Mr. R. M. Ridley: Writer of Fantasy and Horror and the author of  Tomorrow Wendell

A couple of months ago, through my blog The Reading Bud, I had the pleasure of reading his book and I was totally spellbound by it’s fascinating plot. 

Visit his blogCreativity From Chaos to know more about him.

Presenting R. M. Ridley…

When Heena asked me to do a guest blog post I was honored, delighted, and completely at a loss. What did I know about writing? What made me an expert in any way? How could I claim to hold profound knowledge previously untold?

The answer is that I don’t.

What I do have is a smattering of experience backed up by a lot of support. And maybe that is the key. Maybe that is what I should share—support.

With the help of McKeena…

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Guest Post: SUPPORT By R. M. Ridley

Hello dear readers! Please welcome my first Guest-Blogger, Mr. R. M. Ridley: Writer of Fantasy and Horror and the author of  Tomorrow Wendell.  A couple of months ago, through my blog The Reading Bud, I had the pleasure of reading his book and I was totally spellbound by it's fascinating plot.  Visit his blog Creativity From Chaos to know more [...]

a snippet from NaNoville…

A fantastic Chapter by the lovely and extremely talented Sue Bahr…

Sue Bahr

nanoSo, I’ve been working on a ya contemporary called “Drift” for NaNo. Have to say, I think it’s coming along just dandy. Since I have no tips to share and my brain is awash in all things NaNo, I thought I’d share the first couple paragraphs of my WIP.

****DISCLAIMER****

This is a NaNo draft, which means ugly phrasing and repetitive words, spelling errors and missing punctuation. Reader be advised.

(Okay. I hope it’s not THAT bad).

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Chapter 1

When your entire life’s a lie, you need one constant that’s true, even if it’s just your name.

           

I hate hating my life.

I flip open my track phone. It reads three am. Something woke me up–maybe it’s just the storm brewing in the west. More likely, it’s my well-honed instinct that I’m about to relive my worst nightmare.

I shove my blankets aside and stare out the open…

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