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Monday, April 21, 2008 Another submission

Another round of jitters. I finally finished Heaven’s Torment and am pleased to say it was sent off this last week. I’m excited and thrilled, and nervous as crazy. No matter how many submissions I make I always end up with my stomach in knots while I await the final verdict.

In case you don’t remember my (constant) references to Heaven’s Torment I’ll show the unedited version of the blurb:

A fight to the death can only end one way…

Every two hundred years an Angel of Deliverance is born to humanity. Their task in life is to fight the devil’s agent and protect the world from the rule of evil. Tangela Teshua is that being—she just doesn’t know it yet.

Andras Belial’s father assigned him the task of challenging the angel. But another battle looms on the horizon for Andras. His inner demon struggles against the strange formation of feelings, of a conscious growing to life. He falters even more when he meets Tange, the beautiful angel just might be able to save him.

When Andras fails to complete his mission Lucifer sends an assassin to kill Tange and Andras. Can an angel and a demon overcome or will evil finally win out?

I had a blast giving into the dark side and writing this dark romance. It is, after all, a romance at heart. I really enjoy writing non-traditional romance.

So, what’s next for me? I have no clue. I am the type of writer who has to be inspired by the voices in my head. Unfortunately, medication has killed those voices for me—BWAHAHHAHAA Seriously though I know I’ve said this before, but I have to “see” the story in my mind before I can write it.

I would like to write a comedy but I have trouble finding the lighter side of myself anymore. Is this a bad thing? Maybe so. I would like to see that I’m not all darkness.

Could be that the next voice I hear, the next “movie” I see will be the lighthearted fare I’m missing. Until then, I guess you’ll just have to wait. Of course, if you’re as impatient as I, then you’ll be making regular check ups to this blog and see if I’ve made any announcements.

That too could be a good thing. At least I can keep you coming back for more—ha!

See you all soon!

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The Devil made me do it…

Honestly! I’ve been struggling and I think everyone knows it. I’ve had a muse so constipated if he ever broke loose the world would tremble and there would tsunamis, tornadoes, and electrical storms unlike any you have ever seen.

So what’s the problem, you ask? Come on now, I hear some arguing, you have an entire file folder filled with ideas of stories that are in various stages of completion How can you possibly be blocked?

Because I’ve lost feeling for them. I know the story ideas are PERFECT! I know that they would rock the reader world. But the voices in my head have gone silent.

All but one. It’s disturbing. It’s dark, its gory, it’s filled with erotic clips. It qualifies as a horror so far. Think Freddy Kruger or Jason gore. I tried to tone it down. It only got worse. But for the story it works. That’s the troubling issue. The most disturbing part? I LOVE it. I love the tension, the fear, the revulsion, the utter destruction.

I also know how it is going to end. This is also a jog off track for me. Usually I don’t know what is going to happen until it does. With this one, I know how it’s going to end. I know the struggles, internal and external. I know the ultimate horror.

It made me start thinking—does Stephen King or Anne Rice ever get so involved in their books that it hangs around, burying them deep in a black pit of despair and depression that keeps them under until they come to the end? Do they ever look at their stories and think, “how in the hell did I come up with that? Am I so evil that I can write this and not be completely horrified that the scene came from my mind?”

This book is also peppered with comical moments. Yeah, I see the faces wearing the classic HUH? Dropped jaw face.

I guess I’m twisted. I watched Friday the 13th and laughed at the utter stupidity of half naked teenagers in the throws of passion even though they knew a crazed killer was on their trail. I couldn’t look at Freddy and not wonder how he kept his claws so shiny? (Where did he get his manicures at anyway?)

I deal with frightening situations with humor. I make jokes. (If that doesn’t work I get angry, but I don’t get the terror until after the situation is over.) So, it was only natural for me to write a small bit of humor into this book.

In short examples:
The hero is a demon. He and his brother argue quite a bit. In this scene, they’ve had a come-to-blows fight: Andras is the hero Secson is his brother:

Andras stormed away. “Why don’t you go to hell?”
“I’m not ready to go home yet.” Secson moved into the living room and dropped onto the sofa.
Death metal filled the house and bounced off the walls pushing Andras’ already strained nerves to the breaking point. He rolled his fingers in the air until fire burned at the tips. He threw the flames at the back of Secson’s head and watched as it burned the flesh on his skull.
Secson stood up and ran at him. “What did you do that for?” he demanded as he belted Andras in the gut with a tight fist.
“Go home now” Andras roared. “This is the final warning. Go back to hell or I’ll make it so I’ve got one less brother.”
Secson stepped back and pressed his hands against his face. The fire slowly burned out and his little brother looked at him.
The misshapen skull and grotesque smile only irritated him more. Andras tapped his foot impatiently on the floor but Secson went on unfazed. “Fine, I’m going. You act like—“ Secson paused and jerked his head up to look dead square into Andras’ eyes. “No way.”
“Go back to hell before I rip off your limbs and send them to hidden corners all over the world."
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Secson murmured. “I’m going.” He left a small mound of brimstone behind as he disappeared into a puff of dark gray smoke.
“Stop leaving your droppings all over,” Andras shouted. “Get rid of that.”
He hadn’t even closed his mouth after issuing the order when the boards of the floor opened beneath the steaming mound and it dropped into a deep pit that connected straight into the bowels of his homeland.

Or here, when our heroine Tangela learns her true identity:

“No. Wait Tange. There is something I have to tell you. Something that is going to be a little odd but you need to know.”
Once again, chills raced through her. “Forget it Daniel. Let’s go and do something reckless and fun. I have a few days left before I have to get back to work.”
She started to stand up but he snagged her wrist and pulled her back down. “Daniel, let me go.”
“No Tange. You need to hear this. You are a special person. A chosen one so to speak. You are of a special breed. One of only a few born every two hundred years.”
“Breed? What am I, a dog?” she tittered nervously.
“This is serious Tange. All your life I have been here to watch over you. To protect you. To help you remain strong. To remain, well for lack of a better word, pure.”
She almost choked. “Pure?” She released a chuckle that reverberated through the room. “Little late for that, don’t you think?”
He frowned his displeasure and leveled a hard gaze at her. “Stop screwing around Tange.”
“Already did,” she answered with a barely contained laugh.

Do you see the humor?

Okay, well, I have more people to maim, dismember and murder. I’ll see you all again soon!


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