L.F Goodfellow. (Lydia161290)

Hello everyone. I'm Lydia.

I'm super stoked to be involved in the Wattpad Block Party. Is everyone enjoying themselves? I hope so.

I have some cool things to share with you all in this post, but before I do, to those who don't know who I am, here's something for you!

My Wattpad username is @Lydia161290. I've been on Wattpad for about five years now and I'm also a part of a group of writers called MALICE. I'm probably best known for books such as The Wolf Cave and His To Keep that I wrote from scratch on Wattpad. Recently, I've taken a step back to work on editing my books for publishing, but I do still update when I can on here on Wattpad.

Okay, so first things first.

Wattpad. Wattpad has been a joy to share my stories on. When I first started writing on this website, I had no idea I would be where I am today. I was blown away by how simple and easy it was to share my books and interact with readers from all over the world. I didn't know I would have books that people would enjoy and love as much as I do. Wattpad has given me a chance to get in touch with my inner creativity. It's helped me learn and grow as a writer. I've met some incredible people on my journey and I know if I hadn't started writing on Wattpad, I may never have started at all. It's given me a safe environment to do something I've always wanted to do, but never had the confidence to do it.

To my Followers. I honestly don't give enough credit to you. You are all amazing and beautiful. I am truly thankful that you go out of your way to message me such thoughtful words that brighten my day. I am grateful for all you have done for me. When I'm writing something new, I get excited at the prospect of sharing it with you. Thank you for being the best.

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First things first, most of you are aware that I am self-publishing His To Keep sometime this year. A lot of you are wondering about the changes I've made to the version on Wattpad. My answer? A lot. Because I'm super excited to share this with you, here is a sneaky peak of the edited version of His To Keep.

Excerpt from His To Keep (Edited Version)

After I finished dressing, I walked over towards the mirror and wiped the condensation away. I stared at my reflection, waiting for some hint that it was actually me staring back.

I blinked.

My reflection blinked back.

My skin was chalky, my lips pale pink and my eyes raw from crying. Already it seemed like I was starting to resemble the people in this house.

In an attempt to stop me from becoming like Penny, I reached for the hairbrush and pulled it through knotted hair, wincing when the bristles snagged on a tangled strands.

Just as I set the brush down on the sink, there was the faintest knock on the door. I whirled around to see Callum standing in the doorway and gazing down at the floor. I relaxed that it was him and not Father Aaron.

He lifted his eyes and he stared at me for longer than he usually would. His eyes widened the smallest fraction. My heart started beating just a little faster when I noticed the blush tinge his cheeks.

He dropped his head, as if looking at me embarrassed him. "I need to use to the bathroom."

"Oh, sorry," I said, flustered.

Taking a deep breath, I slipped past him, my shoulder accidentally brushing against his. He jerked away and moved into the bathroom, slamming the door forcibly behind him. I jumped from the noise.

I went and sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing sombrely at the bathroom door and wondering why Callum had jerked away like that. Maybe he didn't like to be touched or maybe he didn't like me.

The thought was unnerving.

It wasn't long before something caught my eye and I found myself looking over at the desk that Callum so frequently occupied. The sketchbook he spent so many hours with was lying on top with the cord unwrapped.

I turned away, nibbling on my bottom lip, knowing that it was wrong to pry. But before I knew it, I was standing and making my way over towards his desk.

Next to the book was a battered tin full of pencils. Pencil shavings were all over the table and it reminded me of school. My heart thumped rapidly as I reached out and touched the soft black leather with the tips of my fingers. Glancing at the closed bathroom door, I pinched the cover and pulled it open.

I could feel my eyes widen in surprise as I took in the picture that had been drawn in pencil.

It was a black and white meadow drenched in silvery moonlight. It was so beautiful I felt like I was standing right in the middle of that field, next to the silhouette of a person. I imagined even holding the person's hand and gazing out into the distance at the shadowed mountains.

Everything was so intricate and detailed; the trees, the moon reflected off a puddle on a muddy pathway leading to the silhouette, and the mist that was skulking along the edges of a fence in the distance.

A tear fell from my eye and I caught it in my hand before it fell onto the page and ruined the drawing. I didn't know why I was crying, but something about the picture made me terribly sad.

I was about to turn to the next page when a hand suddenly slapped down on top of the cover. I gasped in fright and stumbled backwards, staring wide eyed as Callum stood stiff with his hand over the cover. I hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom and his shoulders shook as he picked up the book and wrapped the cord around it slowly.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, placing a hand over my chest. I knew by the glower and hurt in his eyes that he was angry with me. His hands even shook when he pulled open a drawer and threw the book inside.

"Don't do that again," he murmured, turning away and running trembling fingers through his ebony hair.

"I'm sorry," I said again, taking another step back, but feeling the need to defuse the tension snaking around us. "Did you draw that?"

"Yeah," he replied meekly, avoiding eye contact. "...It's nothing."

"Nothing?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at his modesty. "You're really talented."

He lifted his head and looked at me. Confusion in his expression. "Why?"

I swallowed. "What?"

"Why do you think I'm talented?" he asked so quietly I barely heard him. My face burned as he waited for my answer. I couldn't help but realise that this was the first time he had properly engaged in a conversation with me. I wasn't sure I liked it or not.

"I only saw the first page," I mumbled, "but the meadow... it's beautiful."

He frowned again and looked away. I stood awkwardly, toying with the ribbon on my dress and wanting more than hide from the embarrassment pouring through me.

I didn't know why I was so uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he had caught me, or because I had said he was talented.

Even though there wasn't much space in the room for him to go, moving away signalled his end to the conversation. He walked over towards the window and stood as if uncertain by his next move. His hands were firmly fixed by his side, his fists clenched.

He looked frozen with shock.

I knew I shouldn't have looked. I had upset him and I was worried about how he would react now. What had I seen that had upset him so much? Did that drawing mean something to him?

Maybe it was the same for Callum as it was for me. There was yearning to be outside. There was freedom out there. Maybe he was just as trapped in this house as I was.

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What did you think? I'd love to hear your comments.

To sum this up, if you have any questions for me, ask in the comments below and I'll reply!

You can also find me on...

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/LF-Goodfellow/650303288392870?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lydia161290

Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/Lydia161290

Thanks everyone!

Lydia

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