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Hey everyone,

Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve posted a blog huh? Well there’s a perfectly good reason for that. I have commenced editing Chapter 30 out of 30 for The Silver Ninja 2.0. That means since the end of November until today, I have been dedicating every free moment of my time to editing the book and it’s about to pay off.

I know everyone has been telling me, “Take your time. Don’t rush. Do what you need to do to finish the book properly.” Yeah, I AM but the problem is that it’s driving me crazy not to have this released yet. Though I have been taking my time to make sure everything is logical, makes sense, and that the characters are memorable, it really bugs me that the book isn’t going to release this year as planned.

I know quality is the most important thing but I also don’t want it to take me two years to write a book. I have five books planned and if it’s going to take me two years to write each then that’s already A DECADE of book writing. As much as I love writing about my she-ro, Cindy, I don’t want it to take me 10 years to finish the saga.

So that’s why I’ve been off the grid.

However, those of you who are following me on Goodreads know the status of my book. This month is your last chance to join in on the action and possibly make a cameo in the book as a character. Here’s the link: The Silver Ninja Goodreads Group

With that all squared away, here’s an excerpt from one of my edited scenes.

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Suffocating under the smell of fabric. Cindy opened her eyes to a fuzzy blanket and a chill running over her back. Sore and hungry, she reached for the straps of her bra and fumbled over naked skin. Cindy propped her head up and looked over her shoulder. She was as nude as the day she was born. Cindy snapped her hand back and studied the wrinkles in her palm. Human wrinkles. “Was it a dream?”

Cindy watched a fat chunk of plaster peel away from the wall and land on the floor with a dull thud. There was a hole the size of her fist telling her that it was not a dream. Cindy scrambled from the bed and rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor. She slipped on a clean pair of underwear and ran for the bedroom mirror. There was human skin where she once saw metal.

The softness in her belly had melted into deep, zippered lines which traced years of running and crunches. Her nutrient starved arms and legs had swollen back to their fullness and power; erasing three weeks of atrophy. “This is too weird.” Cindy dressed into a sweater and jeans, and felt her stomach growl. Food would have to wait. She needed to see if what happened in the bathroom was a dream or reality. Cindy stepped through the doorway and yelped when she squashed a pill bottle with her bare foot.

Tablets wrapped in foil were scattered across the floor, open bottles vomited pills, and boxes were flattened into misshapen lumps. The edges of the sink were like a cliff after erosion, jagged and crumbled. In the basin sat broken planks of wood and band aids still in their paper wrappers.

Cindy kicked past the clutter and ran her fingers through her scalp. This was all difficult to believe, a lot to take in. She pulled at her cheeks and watched her eyes droop in the mirror. Cindy turned her head and scanned every pore, mole, and crease for a speck of silver.

“It felt so real.” Cindy spun in place and looked at the heap on the floor. “What a mess.”

Cindy got down on all fours and felt a sudden ache in her back. Pain radiated from the bottom of her spine all the way up to her shoulder blades and she didn’t know why. Then she saw the toilet and remembered. The pain was real, the damage was real, so why couldn’t she believe her skin transformed to metal? Cindy scooped the scattered pills and bottles and put them in a messy pile.

A knock on the door made Cindy jump up and smack her head on the sink. “Ow! Mother f—grr.” The knocking continued and then the doorbell chimed. “Who the heck is that?” Cindy rubbed the back of her head and approached the front door. Again there was a knock, harder and louder this time. Too aggressive to be a delivery man, not patient enough to be Jonas, too polite to be a criminal.

“Sup, Sis.” Jadie barged through the door and threw her winter coat on the couch.

Cindy froze with an index finger hovering by her head.

“A hello would be nice,” Jadie said with a smile.

“I . . .  I wasn’t expecting you.” Cindy closed the door and plotted how she could get rid of her sister.

“I figured I’d check in and see how you were doing after what happened yesterday.” Jadie walked towards the bathroom. “By the way, I need to borrow one of your pads. Be right back.”

“Wait!” Cindy blocked Jadie’s path and laughed uncomfortably. “I’m doing some renovations.”

“Okay, I won’t touch anything. Now move I have to pee.”

Cindy walked backwards in sync with Jadie’s steps. “W-w-wait. No, I-I, it’s really messy. I’d feel embarrassed.”

Jadie pushed against Cindy’s forehead and gently moved her aside. “I shared a room with you since we were kids. I know you’re a slob.” Cindy stepped in front of Jadie and spun her by the waist.

“No it’s really bad this time. Like, really bad.”

Jadie’s hair swished as she twirled back to face the bathroom. “You diarrhea’d didn’t you? It’s fine I’ll just flush. Seriously, I need to use the bathroom.” She twisted the door open.

“Jadie, no!”

 

Wilmar Luna

Wilmar Luna

Couldn't be a superhero in real life so he decided to write his own. When he's not creating empowered female characters he can be found watching films, reading books, and playing lots of video games. Buy his books here: https://www.thesilverninja.com/purchase/