So, just spent the better part of the morning perusing, posting, and updating my Google+ account, my Twitter account, and my Pinterest account, and I am feeling just that...spent. There's so much social media out there nowadays that I am finding it really difficult to keep up with it all. I'll say to myself, "Oh, don't worry about your Pinterest page, nobody even looks at it." But then I'll get an enticing e-mail saying that someone repinned one of my pins! Ermagurd! Then I feel like I have an obligation to pin more stuff. It's similar with Google+ and Twitter. I pretty much totally forget all about them until they send me some reminder. I have to wonder though just how effective these platforms are for promotion since there are very few people I feel use Pinterest, Google+, and Twitter over Facebook. Am I wasting my time with the others or does every little bit help? Sigh. I guess I won't know unless someone specifically comes up and tells me that it was a Tweet or a pin that got them to go buy one of my books. Comments on this subject would be appreciated. Does anyone else out there spend a significant amount of time on social media platforms other than Facebook? Which do you feel are worthwhile?
The intensity of the prickling just under David’s skin increased painfully. He tried to ignore it. I can do this. I can do this. It took all of his concentration to hold off the change. Stumbling through the woods, he knew where his instincts were taking him, but he couldn’t stop himself. The gaping wound in his side filled in the cracks of his pain with agony. I should stop. I should try to stem the bleeding. These rational thoughts were faint and dissolved in the waves of pressure of the stilted change. The rage in him swelled as his thoughts drifted to the wound. Vivid images of the ambush, the knife, the fight, and David’s escape cut into his mind like daggers as he felt his control slipping away. Nonono! He wrested his mind away from his injury and forced himself to be calm again. His heavy-lidded eyes barely registered their surroundings and his senses were much too preoccupied to notice the cool autumn rain, but he felt with razor sharpness his proximity to her.
Suddenly his limbs ceased moving as a blinding light assaulted his sight. He was there. The exterior floodlight of the clinic shone like a beacon in the darkness. Shouldn’t be here. Need help. David wanted to turn away, but he could no more turn away from that light than a moth could turn away from a flame. His strength was ebbing and there was nowhere else to go. Then he spotted her through the window. Though he’d driven by the clinic, he hadn’t seen her in person yet. Much lovelier than her photograph, she flitted around the lab that he saw through the window like a firefly in a jar. He felt the draw of her pull him to the edge of the trees and almost out into the light. No! Sudden clarity. If she saw him, she wouldn’t come out. If she got too far away, she wouldn’t let him in. The back of the clinic was encased by a ten-foot tall fence around a concrete patio. He had to keep her inside of that fence, but get inside of it without her spotting him.
David’s brain tried to focus on a solution to the problem, and he immediately doubled over. A tearing sensation ripped through his body as he felt things start to shift inside of him. NO! Turning his attention back to staving off the change, David let his surroundings dim out of his perception. He found himself on the roof of the building. How he had gotten there became of little importance as he heard the door below him unlock.
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My name is Jen Haeger and I have a degree in Veterinary Medicine as well as a Master's in Forensic Science, so I decided to forget all that and write novels. I used to read quite a bit as a youth, but was not introduced to truly spectacular writing until my husband showed me the works of Jim Butcher, Neil Gaiman, Philip Pullman, and others. We are both enormous dorks and enjoy Science Fiction, Fantasy, Board Games, and RPGs, but also try to get out backpacking every once in a while (much easier to do when we lived in New Zealand). Cheers!