Hullo, friends! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been meaning to post this update since the beginning of the summer and I just… never really got around to it. But better late than never, right?
I wanted to give you guys an update on where I’m at with Forcefield (IDIA #3). I’m hoping to have the first draft of this book finished by the end of August, but my current pace has been a bit slow. I’m estimating this book will be around 50k words, but the first draft might not be. We’ll see! Once I finish the first draft, I’ll begin looking for beta readers, which is always exciting! I plan to post more updates soon, and I’ve had some blogging ideas stewing in the back of my brain for a while that I hope to get to soon. But for now, Forcefield stats!
Current Forcefield Stats
Status: Writing First Draft
And, as a reward for all of your patience, here is a snippet from early on in Forcefield!
A bell over the door rings as we step into the bookstore, and an older man’s head pops up from behind the counter. His hair is thinning and gray, and his thick-rimmed glasses sit perched on the end of his nose. His eyes widen when he spots us. “Well iddybe, if it ain’t Logan York’s little twins. I swear you girls are twice as tall as the last time I saw you, and twice as pretty.”
Brooklyn grins. “I think you say that every time we come in here, Mr. Olden.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I do. I doubt I’ll be able to say that the next time, though, unless you turn into giants.” He chuckles at his own joke. “Albany, I just got some new fantasy books in, they’re in the same place as last time.”
I nod. “Got it! I’ll check them out.”
Mr. Olden jumps, then points at me. “I coulda sworn you were Brooklyn.” He shakes his head. “I must need a new pair of glasses.”
Brooklyn and I both laugh, and she tags along with me to the fantasy section. I start looking through the books, and after a few minutes, she wanders off, probably heading to the CDs and movies section. Some of the books are ones I’ve already read, but there are a lot of others, and before long, I’m lost in the pages, reading back covers and setting aside interesting books. My stack grows quickly, and I’m so absorbed that the bookstore fades into the background.
“You are a very easy person to find.”
I spin around to find Blaze smirking at me. He picks up the top book on my stack. “Ooh, a world where everyone’s a mind reader? That’s intriguing.”
I pull the book from his hands, setting it back on the stack. “What are you doing here, Blaze?” I ask, frowning at him.
Blaze shrugs, pulling a book off the shelf, flipping casually through the pages. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were booked. Should I come back another time?” He tries to hide his pleased grin behind the book, but it doesn’t work.
I roll my eyes, doing my best not to laugh. “No, seriously, why are you here? Are you checking up on us? Because we’re fine.”
Brooklyn steps around the corner. “Al, are you ready to—” She spots Blaze. “What’re you doing here?”
Blaze shrugs. “Data wants to know if you two would be available for a mission tomorrow. It should be quick, she said.”
Brooklyn looks at me. “Um… but I thought we were on vacation. We’re not supposed to go on any missions while we’re with Grandpa.”
“It’s up to you.” Blaze tosses the book to me. “Jen said it’s fine if you don’t go, she can find other agents. It’s just… close to home.”
“What?” Brooklyn and I ask in unison, and I feel myself tensing.
Blaze hands me a small slip of paper. “That’s the address.” He gives a dramatic bow. “Just let me know if you two want in.” With that, he disappears.
I look at the piece of paper. Brooklyn peeks over my shoulder, and her eyes widen in shock. “But that’s…”
“Across the street from our house,” I finish.
Dun-dun-dun! What did you think of that snippet? Are you excited for Forcefield to finally come out? I know I’m excited to finish the first draft. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below!