The past couple of days have not been pretty here at the ranch. I've been stressing Big Time over this blurb and dealt with the stress in my typical not very good way. I've slept even less than usual; I had even less chocolate than usual. According to my pedometer, I paced three miles yesterday during a brainstorming session, and when The Man came home from work, we had the following conversation:
Him: What are you doing?
Me: Brainstorming.
Him: All over the place, too, from the looks of it.
Me: (
Him: Maybe I'll just go hide now.
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| This is kind of like the mess to which The Man come home yesterday. Sorry, hon! |
But it's now safe to emerge from hiding because I am currently in possession of a blurb that isn't a complete embarrassment. Probably. Not to get crazy or cocky or anything, but it might even be kind of okay. Maybe. At the very least, I don't feel as terrified at the notion of sharing it with you all today as I did with some of the other blurb drafts. Just the normal amount of terror.
So now, without any further rambling on my part, I present for your consideration and potential ridicule, my current blurb draft.
The survival of a once-mighty kingdom rests in the hands of Queen Haleine Coileáin, as it slowly succumbs to an ancient evil fueled by her husband's own insatiable cruelty.
Haleine is determined to stop it, but the task is such that she cannot hope to succeed on her own. A chance encounter provides the solution, and she joins forces with Dana, the leader of the people's rebellion, giving to him her support, soon followed by her heart.
Loving him is inadvertent but becomes as natural and necessary to her as breathing, so she lies, manipulates, and steals on his behalf; doing anything she can to further his cause. She compromises beliefs held all her life, for what life will exist if the evil continues its campaign unchecked?
With this in mind, Haleine leaps into a deceiving world of magic, monsters, and gods she never believed existed outside of myth. The deeper she falls, the more her soul is stripped away, but she is desperate to see her quest complete. If she can bring her husband to ruin and save her people, any sacrifice is worth the price—even if it means her life.
And there you have it. Not to be a pushy pain in the butt begging for feedback, but (if you're so inclined) any thoughts, comments, criticisms or whatever else you care to share would be most welcome. Even if it is ridicule. (I can take it. I have vodka.)
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a desk under which to hide (it won't hide under itself, you know.). Have a great day, and thank you for stopping by. It's always appreciated.