I've been Writing a Book!

Take a look at a rare new glimpse of the Hispaniolan rubber frog!

 You looked? Great.

Now with that set aside I'd like to inform you guys that I am currently writing a book. I will post little snipbits of it for you people, it's a sci-fi novel.

It takes place in the future, hundreds of feet beneath the ocean in an underwater dome, centuries after humans have ceased to exist on land.

The heroine? Gail.

An orphan living with her grandfather, the top biological professor in the Pacific ocean, taken under his wing to learn about everything from polyps to nanobots.

Here's a peek:

"The dancing shadows and lights created by the water on the other side of the glass wall seem to wrap around my arm; a sleeve of invisible life, absorbing its power from an indirect source.

            “Gail?” The dignified footsteps were all too familiar, and the sound of them triggered an automatic response.

            Swiveling the seat around, I caught Grandfather’s gaze. His eyes were wrinkled, knowing, and green. Green as if they had been grown in the soil and positioned into his face. They had seen many years, and his arms were old but rather toned. His hair not lost, fell as dry, brittle, gray strands on his shoulders. Grandfather’s clothes were always charcoal or tan, with that same button-down coat every day. Regardless of the temperature, that long coat was always on his shoulders, completely buttoned, and secured tightly by the attached belt. To take his coat was to risk your life, and with good reason.

            “Yes?” It was somewhat of a delayed response. Not too long, but long enough to make him gaze at me differently than usual.

            He pointed a wrinkly finger into my face as he pulled up a rolling chair. “I, for one, have made a remarkable discovery.”

 “Will it help us?”

            “Certainly. The council will have to fund the onshore expedition now.”

            The onshore expedition. He had been planning for that expedition for nearly a decade. He would pour over construction designs, notes, yellowing documents into the latest hours of the night, into the early hours of the morning, even into noon. I would walk around the dome as he slept for many hours, catching up on the precious rest that he had pushed aside. The council of P2, our dome in the central Pacific, was a selfish, stubborn one, if not wicked. It comprised of twelve stuck-up members who had nothing better to do than deny requests that involved any spending on their part, or rather, any trouble at all."

That's all I'm showing for now! Stay tuned :)