Starting the Second

That's right! with edits just about done, I'm starting the second in this...umptenology of novels. I'm very excited because this one will be lots of action packed funness. Can't wait. Anyway, off to the park for some foresty inspiration. Oh, and if you haven't already, check out Mirah. She's fabulous

Snippet!!!!

I sat perched on the thick tree branch, hands steadying my weight on it. I quickly glanced around for any sign of Morrighan. Losing my divine partner had grown increasingly difficult, and I spent more time checking to see if she had followed me than actually hunting. Though as the familiar scent of the damned filled my nostrils, all thoughts of the overbearing archangel slipped from my mind.

Each devil had its own scent trail, and each one was distinct. As far as I knew I was the only one who could smell past the burning sulfuric staple to categorize each individual scent trail. In fact, I was pretty sure I was the only one who could smell them at all. It was my secret and it made me exceptional at what I did. I also wasn't all that sure how some of my superiors would feel if they knew that. Something like that would more have been looked at as a trait of the damned unholy that we hunted. That was certainly a label I didn't need hanging over my head. I had enough problems already.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my other senses to take control. Though Id trained harder to make up for my damaged eye, the deep scar rendered it completely useless. Still, I had four other senses. At least that's what I had rationed with Gabriel.

I shook my head and let the memories fall away. I drew the wakizashis from their sheaths on my back and let myself drop from the tree. I caught it with my feet, letting myself hand there. I held the blades tight against my arms and took in a heavy breath. As I filled my lungs I dropped from my spot, reveling at the cool air against my skin as I hit the forest floor behind the demon. I couldn't see him, but I knew that he was there. My arms extended and with them the razor sharp blades in one quick and uninterrupted motion. The blades connected with the demon in the seemingly empty air, and soon after the sickening crunch of skin and bone preceded it's fall to the ground. The unholy beast's head and body fell next to each other and the acidic blood oozed over the half dead foliage that littered the forest floor. I quickly took a couple steps back as the putrid liquid slowly made it's way toward my shoes. I hopped over it, cautiously avoiding contact with the thick reddish brown liquid. I'd lost far too many pairs of good boots that way.

Novel Playlist. More added later most likely.

Get your reading hats on!

Tonight.

I am.

Putting up.

A snippet.

Yes. I figured out the scene I want to use and I am putting it up this evening. I only have a hot minute right now, which is why you all have to wait until tonight. But yes. So, get those reading hats on!

Music list of the day includes...Epica, Nightwish, Apocalyptica and After Forever. With the occasional variance of Moonlight Sonata or Verdi's Requiem.

The Perils of Adding in scenes!

By george....I started writing this chapter I want to add in, fleshing out this scene because I decided that every good book needs a gypsy fortune teller that's older than Bob Barker. Now, it was essentially supposed to be small, but as I'm writing it, I decided that I needed to flesh out these two rqandom characters I threw in during the initial writing phase. And never spoke about them again...they were throw away characters. But now I got the bright idea to flesh them out too. This is going to be a long add in chapter. Which may change, well it will change how certain things flow throughout the rest of the book.

Anyway. Kat Richardson! new book this month. Shall we all do the happy dance?! I am. I am excited. I heart her so much. She really is brilliant. Supremely brilliant. Oh! the query letter has been written, and once it passes the five person test...it will be sent out.

What is the five person test you ask? I am going to show five people I haven't told about he story of my book the query. And see if the idea interests them. If five people all say yes the query is ready to send out. If not, I need to rewrite it. So. that is the test I have decided to base my query letter on.

Right. off to bed. Tomorrow morning is dedicated to reading my friend's blogs on gomag.com. Because I've been lazy and haven't and she's been wonderful enough to read mine. I really have wanted to read them but again...lazy. I'm working on that though. wel. night all. Duck norris says have good dreams or he'll roundhouse quack you in the face.

Forgetting What you wrote....

So, going back to edit I'm finding certain things...sentences and dialogue that I have been able to only stare at. The thought process being "I didn't write that...I don't remember writing that..." Guess that's what happens when you take so many breaks. Yeah, a lot is getting shifted and jilted around to make things sound less....dictioned. I know, that's not a real world. It is now, I have deemed it so.

So, I scrapped the six or seven pages I started of book two because I think I'm going to go a whole other direction with the end of this book. I've decided I don't know enough about that area of the world to write a village setting for more than a half page. Thankfully most of my major scenes take place in the forest. And since I don't have money to zip off to Romania or Hungary and you can't get a feel for how a village sounds and feels from books...I'm going with areas I know more about.

Which unfortunately reeeeally localizes me. And I hate that. I want to be able to write my novel where I want to write it...and before you ask NO, I am not making it up. Being the anal ass I am, I can't just make up what I think Romanian villages are like. I know its fiction but I can't, with a clear conscience, do that. It's bad enough I stand a great risk of excommunication (which doesn't really bother me.) I don't want to have my poster in every Slavic country as "heretic" and "liar". As Petra would say "I like breathing."

I also don't want to be Bram Stoker. Romanians HATED him for turning their national hero into a monster. Oh yes, they absolutely hated him. I think they still do to this day. No No. I don't want a hole country hating me. (The papacy is fine though. ha...twisted right?)

Anyway, I'm off to west milford for some creepy inspiration and woods gallavanting. Hopefully by the end f this week I will be done with the initial edits.

Tanks for the comments guys! Love you both. Haha Gen, yes...I think Paranormal Noir is perfect. Oh! how about...like..."Heretical Paranormal Urban Fantasy"? ahhh...good times.

Until next time kiddies.

....how Cryptkeeper...