Hello all!
I am planning on making a series of promotional videos for Scribbling, where I talk about the personal stories that inspired the stories the book.
Before I get started, I have a question for all my readers:
What story or poem in Scribblings would you like to hear the story behind?
Is there a piece that stands out and speaks to you? Are you curious to know where that story came from?
Comment and let me know!
I just have to say, I love my team of charries in Choices. I really do. They are just awesome.
Kate. She is the easiest hero to work with. She rocks. I know her, I’m in her head, she’s real. Even when I put her through the ringer she still likes me! Most of my characters would be flipping mad and make sure I knew it, but Kate, she knows those things have to happen and she knows she’ll be better for it. *hugs Kate* God, thank you for such an awesome hero!
Terren. Quiet, strong Terren. He doesn’t like what I put him through (and am putting him through… sorry Terren…), but he doesn’t go on strike, (like I know another charrie is going to do when I write her story…. *winces*). He might withdraw for a little while, but then he comes back around because like Kate, he knows it must happen.
Connor and Sara are just awesome peeps along for the ride. The comic relief and moral support for my two MC’s. You both rock. ;)
Uraeus. He’s a dragon, you can’t get any better than that. Nuff said.
A bit of a random post, but I just had to write about how much I love this team. I’m so blessed to have such an awesome and real group of characters. Real to me, and real to my readers. Thank you God for giving them to me!
I love being a writer, you get to keep your imaginary friends and get more! Plus have adventures with them. ;)
Finally wrote out my reading list. Curious as to what is on it? Well, here you go. In no particular order…
That’s all of them… for now. 
* Currently reading
** Recommended by my parents
*** Started reading a long time ago but never finished
**** Recommended by a friend
This has got to be one of my favorite scenes from Choices. I just love how it turned out. What do you guys thinks?
I looked out from the tower room. Abby, the little girl from the dining hall, was pinned under a fallen hut. She clawed at the ground trying desperately to dig free.
“Abby!” I shouted, “Hold on! I’m coming!”
“What are you doing? You can’t go out there!” One of the girls grabbed my arm.
“Yes I can!” I ripped free of her grip and bolted out of hiding straight for Abby and fell to my knees beside her.
She was crying, her dirty checks stained with tears. “Mommy! Where’s mommy!”
“We’re going to find her, as soon as you’re free.” Thrusting my hands under the wall I lifted, pulling as hard as I could. It barely moved. I tried again. Nothing.
“Okay Abby, I’m going to need your help. When I say, lift up as hard as you can. Push with your hands on the ground. Can you do that for me?”
Abby nodded.
“Alright, ready, one, two, three, push!”
The hut moved a little more, but we weren’t able to hold it. It fell back down on top of Abby.
“Aw!” Abby yelled when it struck her back.
“Oh Abby, I’m sorry. Hold on!”
Abby screamed. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at something behind me.
I turned and peeked over my shoulder. A gryphon sat on the wall behind us, staring straight at me. Its lion shoulders hunched and eagle wings raised as it sat, poised to strike. The rider on its back wore a masked helmet and shine-less black armor. His mask depicted the hideous face of a distorted, scowling lion. A single spike protruded from the top of the helm, making the wearer appear taller.
“Push Abby! Help me!”
Abby set her little hands on the ground and strained against the wall that was crushing her. I snuck a glance over my shoulder to check on the gryphon, it leapt from the wall and started towards us.
I pulled harder, setting my feet firmly on the ground and heaving with all of my might.
“I can move!” Abby yelled.
“Then move out!”
She wriggled out from under the hut. As soon as she was clear I let the heavy thing fall. Taking Abby’s hand I hauled her away just as the gryphon pounced on the hut. It splintered under its weight, shattering into a million pieces.
“Run!” I pushed Abby ahead of me, hoping to protector her as much as I could.
My foot caught on a splintered board and I went sprawling to the ground.
“Aw!” I cried out as my body collided with the ground.
I rolled around, the gryphon loomed over me. The rider’s masked face was turned my direction. ”Terren is finished!” He yelled.
I spotted a stone, laying near my feet, “Sorry,” I leaning over and picked it up, “I don’t think so!” I threw the stone at the rider’s face. He held up his hands to deflect it and I ran.
Abby had tripped a few yards ahead of me. I scooped her up as I ran past.
The gryphon screeched. It was probably following us by now. The keep loomed ahead. We only had to reach it! My lungs burned but the force of my fear kept adrenalin pumping through my body, driving me on. A group of people stood in the doorway, waving us on.
“He’s right behind you!” They yelled.
Abby screamed and I screamed too.
Just a note to let you all know that when you suddenly notice there hasn’t been a new blog post in a week or more it’s because I ran away to the world of Aeden and am editing like a mad man. Okay, maybe not like a mad man, but like a mad writer, yes, a mad writer.
Archie (my inner editor) and I are kicking ourselves into gear with edits on Choices and I will now be devoting all my spare time to finishing the second draft before my trip in June. I am also concentrating on getting Chances reading for a rough draft. So I shall be a very busy writer.
When I have a “day off” I shall remember my blog and all the readers who follow it and give you all an update (and maybe a clip 
) of what’s been going on. And from time to time I might even write about something philosophical or substantial on occasion.
Hope you all are having an awesome week! Until the next time!
God bless,
~The Mad Writer
P.S.
I shall try to keep producing videos for your enjoyment every so often as well.
There is someone new in my head. Yep. Actually, there have been four new people in my head. Three (I shall call them The Three) that introduced themselves a couple months ago and one that just suddenly popped up a couple days ago, but the three have been very quiet. This new person though… she hasn’t been loud, but her thoughts have been. Her heart is very full and her emotions grab at my attention. I thought she was someone else when she first presented herself, but she has taken on a different personality that has surprised me. In fact, each new thing I learn about her has surprised me. I kind of like it.
I’ve only seen a few flashed of the story The Three are in, beyond those flashes, they haven’t shown me anything else.
In case you don’t know what I mean by “flashes” I shall give a quick explanation. When I get a new story idea, the characters always come first and through their present thoughts and emotions pieces of their stories show themselves in brief flashes. Through these flashes their stories begin to develop. It’s like remembering a scene from a movie, but you can only remember a very small piece of. Or a clip from some forgotten memory. You see a quick scene, know what the characters in it are feeling and then have to figure out what’s going on. Yep, that’s how it works for me.
The flashes I’ve seen of this New One’s story have been very intense and emotional. Lot’s of things are going on in her life. I’ve only known her for just a few days and her story has me very curious. This is the first scene where I met her…
Pain, darkness. This was all I knew. I couldn’t feel me body anymore, everything was the same, just pain.
What was that sound? Baying… the hounds! I had to get away, I had to keep running. Why can’t I move?
I opened my eyes, a blinding light above me stung. I let me eyelids close.
I shivered. It was cold, so cold. Why was it so cold?
I found it hard to breath. I had to fight for every breath. A drop of sweat trickled down my head making my scalp tickle. I managed to raise my hand to my forehead. It was hot to the touch. A sharp pain dug threw my shoulder, torso and thigh. Slowly, I moved my hand to my stomach, it was wet. Warm liquid seeped across my fingers.
Blood. The word came to my mind on it’s own. Blood… the guards… escape… the cliffs. I had to get up, I had to keep moving or they would find me.
I pressed my hands against the ground. Little stones dug into my palms. I pushed, rolling my body to the side. As I moved fire exploded in the shoulder and gut. I screamed and tumbled into a bottomless void.
* * *
Something warm touched my skin.
“I don’t believe it. You’re still alive.”
Who said that? I tried to answer, tried to move.
“Shh,” the voice continued. ”Hush little one, you’re in good hands now.”
Yep. That was her introduction. I’m still trying to figure out what exactly happened.
So, are you curious now?
Scribblings is now available for purchase at Lulu.com!
My very first book!
Can you believe it?
To God be the glory! I wouldn’t be releasing a book today if it wasn’t for Him. Thank you Jesus for everything you have taught me and brought me through so I could write these stories and poems. May they be used to bring glory to Your name.
Thank you readers! You guys rock! Thank you for your support and enthusiasm. What’s a writer without readers?
This book is dedicated to my amazing family. I love you guys so much!
by L.E.R. Jenkins
Price: $9.99
ISBN 978-1-105-44121-9
Took my camera out in the rain to play around with some artsy shots.
I wanted to try and capture the motion of rain; the drops bouncing off the pavement, dripping leaves, ripples in the puddles and reflections.
Comment and tell me what you think!
