Now, to wait a full two weeks to start editing. Though I was looking for a short passage to share with you, and I realized that in the first part Dalia goes swimming with Edom and in the second part, she almost drowns because she can't swim. *FACEPALM* Oh well, that is what revisions are for! It can wait two weeks. :)
Here's a little snippet to interest your tastebuds:
She looked at him, studying his face. “Do you think you’ll ever fall in love and get married, have a few kids?”
Aaron shrugged. “I’d like to get married and have a little Aaron Junior, but I’m not sure. I’ve seen a lot of death of little children. I would fear for my own, but if the world changes and if this massacre ends I’d like to fall in love and get married. Maybe I’d have a little girl and name her Ariela, after my sister. Do you wanna marry and have kids?”
“I’m not sure anymore. When I was a little girl, all I dreamed about was finding my prince and running off. Sometimes it wasn’t even a prince. I dreamed about running away with the young boy in the stables.”
Her friend broke out in laughter, grabbing his sides. Dalia blushed, hanging her head.
“Princess Dalia, you dreamed about running away with a stable boy? I don’t believe you!” he chuckled.
“It’s true. His name was Pierre and he was very handsome,” Dalia murmured.
“What happened to him? Did the flame of your love burn out?”
Dalia’s eyes darkened and she didn’t answer. “His father insulted my father one day. Actually it was about me, always being kept inside and a few other things. His father was killed. Pierre and his mother left the capital the next day and I never saw them again.”
Aaron put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories.”
“Life is one painful memory buried in another; they can’t be separated anymore. Anyway, it was a long time ago and I assume he’s still alive. He was three years old than me. Pierre is probably married now and has a child or two. He was very good with the colts. He had shoulder length blond hair and green eyes, a handsome boy.”
“I bet he’s happy.” Aaron sat up straight, gently bumping her shoulder. “I don’t have any old girlfriends, just a string of broken hearts everywhere I go.”
It was Dalia’s turn to laugh hysterically. “I doubt it!”
“Maybe. Someday, I’ll have the chance to break a few hearts or at least find a girl who will love me.”
What do you do while waiting to edit a book? How do you celebrate the completion of a novel?
I am off to finish reading "Son" by Lois Lowry - so far it is very good! :)