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Wendy May's Current Novels Progress

Current state of Novel Outlines & Rough Drafts
Well met,

I thought it would be interesting to make a data graph showing the progress of my novels whether in outline or rough draft form. I tried finding a percentage bar generator but those require the use of an actual website platform and not a blog site.

One day I'll get a Word-press site of my own. One day.

Until then, here's a breakdown of what I'm up to and how I'm plotting along. See what I did there? Yep, I caught that roll of your eyes. I know, I know, that was terrible and bad. I'm rightly ashamed. (*Winks an eye*) This is why I'm an indie author and not a comedian. Ha!

Multi-genre Novels in Progress
Here's a colorful graph showing the titles and percentage in bar form. Flash of Steel and Heart of Steel are currently in their final rough draft forms. The rest are being outlined from top to bottom or are in their first state of rough draft.



This graph shows the numbers in an easier form. The num…

Snippets from Chronicles of Zaloria: Wild Storm

WendyMay, Fantasy Love Story, Female Werewolf
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A young woman stood with a gloved hand on her hip. She wore a crimson hood and a ruby mantle of fine silk. Clad in a leather uniform with shoulder length arm coverings that rivaled the color of her flowing raven hair. She tossed back her hood to reveal two silver wolf ears that matched a lush tail that moved gently side to side.

Snippets from Chronicles of Zaloria: Wild Storm


My poor tail,” Acalia sniffed as she patted the silky tip within her hands. Her ears flattened to the sides. "What ever did it do to anger you?"

“Woman, it wasn't the tail that pissed me off,” Filtiarn growled.

***
Two large hands gently grasped Acalia's shoulders from behind. Before she could react, she was pulled backwards against a massive chest. 

"Holding the tears back only makes it more painful," Filtiarn murmured beside her ear.
Her heart leaped with joy. She wanted to embrace him but her mind sharply reminded her of the pain that he had caused her. A stubborn streak set into her mind. It was far too soon to forgive him. "How dare you—" Acalia growled. She attempted to pull away.

"Easy, my lady."

"Go to hell."

Filtiarn sighed near the top of her head. "Without you at my side it felt as if I was already there."

Her cheeks warmed. Being held in his powerful arms felt good and right. No, I mustn't be swayed by his pretty words. He left me when I needed him the most

She jerked away. Filtiarn wouldn't have it. He pulled her right back. 

"Keep that up," she warned, "and I'll bite you."

He laughed. "Still as ferocious as ever."



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