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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…

Three Horror Story Shorts

3 Christmas Horror Shorts

 

In a generally quirky mood I decided to jot down these horror short stories back in December. It wasn't until recently that I discovered I hadn't posted the story shorts. Follow along with the mindset that these tiny stories hope to invoke your imagination without too much flowery prompt. The photo-manipulated images are created using stock photos from the Pexels website. Feel free to enlarge the pictures for a better view!

Girl holding a lantern, Reindeer, Free Horror Short Story

Ruldolph the Red

A girl runs in the snow. The red nosed reindeer chases after her. Foam slobbering from its mouth.


Stranger with Knife, Boy at Window, Rain drops on a window sill

Winter Feeling

“Winter is here,” a boy exclaimed as he peered out from the window of his bedroom.

“So am I,” said a stranger from behind as he held a knife.


Deranged woman holding a knife, Horror Short Story, Hamburger

Forever Family


“Dinner is served,” the mother said, setting pot roast on the table before her children.

“But where is papa?” A child asked.

The mother oddly smiled. “After this meal, he’ll always be within us.”


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