Some have been asking where are the promised updates to Blood and Fire. I reposted tonight a few updates to earlier sections and also unpublished the most recent excerpt. The rewrite was not going in the right direction. The trouble started in section four. So, before moving forward I decided to go back. I also changed a few names in the story, namely Raeka. Read the rest of this entry »

As you’ve probably noticed I haven’t posted much new on Blood and Fire. The story is still spilling out, but, in spurts. Also section 6 needs a major rewrite and I’ve stalled on that. You might say my mental state lately hasn’t been in line with new writing.

And there is Malakai. Mal thinks I’m portraying him rather harshly and is objecting my vilifying him. So, he is trying to reason his way out of the story. Pesky imaginary characters. He in particular. This aggravating, tyrannical freak of nature actually is stalling my progress so that I concentrate on him more. He thinks I need to add some background material on him. He thinks that without his history, he looks like a major ass. Personally, I think he is an ass. History and life experiences may have made him so, but that does mean he is in the right. I just write him how I see him. Then again, maybe I’m biased?

So, why not, I will indulge him. As long as he leaves my dreams and lets me sleep at night. Before moving forward I will go back a bit. Depending that is on what comes first. Hell, you never know, Rae or Demarion might get jealous next and start hounding me about future rewrites. Frikin imaginary characters. They always complicate everything…. Then again, these days, I think a distraction or two could be healthy.

BTW, thanks for your patience and for keeping in touch. I’m impressed so many are interested in the next installment. I promise, it is coming…

“May I join you?” I was so absorbed in thoughts and memories of the day I did not hear anyone approach our little dark corner. The husky voice belonged to a mountain of a man whose face I could not make out in the shadows but the tall imposing frame and broad shoulders were hard to miss. A shiver ran up my spine as I felt unfamiliar power reverberate of him. Without waiting for an answer the stranger eased himself into the seat across from me. For a moment I felt my mouth go dry, but determined not to show apprehension I felt, I spoke up. Read the rest of this entry »

Noirciret Blanc Club in Paris, France. A sanctuary for every weirdo that considered himself or herself unnatural, or in touch with the spirit world, and those who actually were. Knowing Jessica’s passion for the occult I should have expected something like it, but just the same I was taken aback by this dimly lit dungeon and its patrons. Read the rest of this entry »