I've been working hard on my NaNoWriMo project, 'A Godling for Your Thoughts?' Here's a little teaser from its pages...
Omphalos was an ancient word for ‘navel’, according to Ashleigh. It was the perfect name for the growing village she’d decided to help build. None of her new neighbors contested this. Names had power, and their new village would be at the heart at everything.
It was certainly loud enough. Dayell woke every morning to thumping, sawing, cursing, and chatter, which carried through the cottage walls. Ashleigh’s voice rose above the rest in a dramatic boom, which commanded everyone’s attention.
“Look at her,” Danyell said. He was standing at the attic window, staring down at what had once been an empty field.
Ashleigh was scampering up a ladder, carrying a heavy beam over her shoulder with a bounce in her climb. The long piece of wood appeared to weigh no more to her than a light basket.
“I didn’t think Ashleigh was any stronger than we are!” Danyell said, unable to hide the envy, mixed in with his admiration.