Olivia.

Olivia Curphrey

Not your normal 20 year-old. Olivia was born with the ability to heal others. She has had to hide this from the world as there are Trackers out there who want to find out why she can do this. As far as she knows, she is the only one with this power. She got it from her mother. When she uses her ability to heal her sister, a Tracker finds out and she knows she must leave. Leaving her family and friends behind, she sets out to hide. Her journey brings her to Vancouver, where with a new name and new look, she tries to live as normal of a life as possible. But when she meets Cole, someone she can talk to and enjoys being around, she's not sure what to do. Does she tell him what she's capable of? Or does she keep running before she calls too much attention to herself again and gets caught? How far will she go to make sure that herself and her family are safe? Will she give up what could be real love to safe herself? Or will she risk it all to finally be happy?

Vitality

The heart is a fragile thing. It hurts when it’s whole or broken. One bump and you have to scrape the shattered pieces from the ground. Too much and it bursts at the seams, exploding inside of you. Either way, it kills you. Is it worth it?

When you’re young, your parents read you fairy tales where good always prevails over evil. In these stories there are clear good guys and clear bad. The good ones are princesses and princes, pure and virtuous. The bad are witches and magicians with the abilities to manipulate their words and actions. The princes fight the magicians with their swords. The princesses fend off the witches with love (if they don’t all for the trap first). In the end, the enemies are dead and the price and princess live happily ever after.

If you’re born with the ability to do both good and bad, than what side do you belong on? Do I get the sword in my chest or the happily ever after?

If there are only good people and bad, than I am the good and the Trackers are the bad. Problem is they can disguise themselves just like the witches and magicians, and make themselves look harmless. They could be the old lady with the apple or the man promising a better life. They are everywhere and nowhere, hiding around every corner and lurking in the shadows. How do you run when you don’t know who you’re running from?

At least I’m not a helpless princess. I carry my sword in my fingers and I carry my innocence in my eyes and I may have some of my own magic up my sleeves.

Finished.

It's done. My first novel is officially done. After that long summer of thinking that I wouldn't be able to do it, that it was going to be too hard after losing what I lost, it's done. I'm so proud of myself right now. I'm so glad I could do it. I'll post a summary of it on here soon (once I write one) so that you'll actually know what it's about. Basically it's about a girl who can heal people and there is a group after her that wants to experiment on her. So she runs and starts a new life. Things get complicated obviously once a boy comes into the picture. My head is already swimming with ideas for the sequel.

I'll have to write up a query and get this baby out into the real world. Such a good feeling right now.

It's happening.

I've actually been writing the beginning of my novel these past few days. These are the pages I lost when my computer died. These are the words that have been written already and this is me finding them again and connecting this story together. I'm at the climax of the novel, and I guess I've realized that I can't write the ending until I've written the beginning. It just seems more fitting that way. So here I am, actually writing it. It's been easy to write the rest most of the time, but I've been having trouble with the beginning. I know why, we all know why. It's hard to go back and write something you've already written and lost. But I'm doing it. I can't say that it's better or worse than the original, but it doesn't matter. The original doesn't exist anywhere anymore. This is the only beginning. The first thing I'm going to do when this is done is back it up. Then I'm going to bask in it for a while and then I'm going to try and sell it. I've already got ideas spinning in my head for the sequel. Knowing me, I'll have it all written before (if anything) comes of it. But all that matters is that I've written it. All that matters is that it exists. It would be icing on the cake for it to be published.

One step at a time. First I must finish it.