I’ve decided to step into a genre that I’m not to overly comfortable with, but, with lots of help from my mother and a lot of research, I have finally began my dabbling in magic. It’s a work in progress and I’m pretty sure it will be called The Winter Born. It is going to be a young adult romance novel, which is impressive for me because I prefer more action.
This is the first chapter, and I would really like anyone who takes the time out to read it to give me their impressions and even some critque. It’s a rough draft, and it’s been awhile since I’ve written but I’m always happy for advice!
I sat in a defeated slouch in front of my desk with one hand propped up to support my chin and a heavy sigh escaped me. It was getting late; my lamps light growing brighter as the Autumn daylight streaming through my open window dwindled. Open under my elbow was unfinished math work and frustrated scribbles of incorrect equations but what little mathematical intellect I had was long gone.
I had replaced annoying study with a hobby that held much more of my attention. With my spare hand raised, open palm horizontal to the desk, I gently wiggled my fingers keeping my pen hovering inside the wide birth I had given it.
The pen danced weightlessly in the air as my gaze followed with disinterest. It was a simple trick, something I had mastered many years ago despite the wonder and bafflement it had inspired upon first discovering the hidden talent. For a skill that had captured my full curiosity since a young age, I had eventually summed it up to one of those countless unexplainable phenomena’s in the world and it soon transformed into the norm for me.
A very strange, and enigmatic norm