Why Would Anyone Write Series or Sequel Fiction?
Are you a writer?
If you answered yes, let me start by saying I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
Writing isn’t easy. As a matter of fact, it’s downright painful at times, but we push through because…
Why?
Well, simply put, we absolutely love what we do.
Next question…
Have you considered or attempted series fiction? There are tons of wonderful series out there with twists and turns we never would have expected, and heartbreaking moments we will hate the author for, at least until the agony subsides. This masterful skill, this ability to maintain the sway of a story over the course of several novels, is an rowdy beast to harness.
When I began Sixteen Seconds, I had no idea it would continue on to become a series. I was just following my characters, letting them tell me what they needed to do next, and suddenly, the novel was over and the end was nowhere in sight. There was still so much more to the story. So, I continued writing, kept up with the lives and thoughts of these people who are more real to me than I should admit.
The result? I have completed Eleven Rising, the sequel to Sixteen Seconds, and it will be released April 15th on Amazon. While the task was daunting, I feel an incredible sense of accomplishment. Two years ago, this was just an idea. Two years and two novels later,��these voices and stories are alive and seeking an audience beyond my laptop, beyond the tips of my fingers.
The moral of this?
Our own worst enemy will always be��our doubt. I am not saying that I doubted I��could do this, but there were dark times when I couldn’t see ahead of me through the haze. There were moments when I questioned what I was doing, why I was doing it. Had I heeded this nagging concern, had I let this��worry bend my ear, I would never have��made it this far. If you allow your doubt to dictate your path, you will never��arrive where you truly want to��be. You��will only cheat yourself out of the experience and��deny yourself the power you know you have.
In summation, YOU have the ultimate control over what you accomplish. You are the soul of your journey. Make it mean something. Follow your heart.
In celebration of the upcoming release, my short story compilation ‘Four The Twist’, as well as my newest short horror story ‘Deeper Than Scars’, will be free on Amazon 4/7-4/8. Below are links, blurbs, etc. I hope you enjoy them, and that you’ll e around when Eleven Rising hits the shelves. If you haven’t read Sixteen Seconds��yet, I will be doing a free promo on April 14th, so keep that date.
As always, thank you for your time.
Aubrea Summer
Quotes from Eleven Rising
Four The Twist is a collection of short stories, all sharing one common trait. The end is a twist, and you won’t see it coming. This hair raising collection of edgy tales ranges from practical jokes to werewolves, to ghosts, with a little something for all. Each short story confronts the reader with a new evil, or an unlikely perpetrator of unseen events. Prepare to submerse yourself in a world where nothing is what it seems, and if it is, you may want to look again.
Four The Twist, Short Stories With An Edge
Sanson���s girlfriend has lost her mind. Sparked by the death of her violently zealous mother, fueled by the drugs she won���t let go of, Trin decides to offer the memory of the woman a brutal disrespect, a rosary tattooed over the very scars of her habit.
Imprisoned by the fear that she will take her own life if he leaves, Sanson exists in constant turmoil, too guilty to abandon her and too repulsed to stay. He thought the tattoo was the final blow, a cry for help no one heard but him, until she begins to pull it together, to resurrect her life from the drain.
It���s hard to trust someone, though, when they���ve only ever given you reason not to.
When he wakes to her crying, frantic, babbling senselessly, he can only blame the drugs. After all, a tattoo moving around on your skin? She had to be high to think he���d believe something like that. When it happens again the next night, his mind is made up. In the morning, he���s leaving, no matter the consequences. Until he finds her in the bathroom with a pair of scissors, cutting the ink from her own arm, begging him to get it off of her.
One more night, just to keep an eye on her, just because he couldn���t walk away���
Awaking from a nightmare, his flesh still tingles from the touch of phantom claws. The bed is empty beside him, the water running in the bathroom.
He should have left, skipped town and never looked back.
Sometimes delusion isn���t without merit. He should have listened to her.
Some lessons can only be learned in blood.
Deeper Than Scars, A Short Horror Story
