I accomplished something and was reminded of it

In conversation with a bookstore employee today, he told me that he's been to lots of groups about writing and been around a lot of people who say that are determined and they are going to write their book. He also noticed that a lot of them don't actually complete their writing, and in some cases they don't even start. I never was part of a group about writing. I just started typing and a story came out. Then I did it a second time. I accomplished that. I took a leap of faith and self published, and I've seen the reviews and I am proud to say that I did write those stories and I did something that others really do enjoy. I needed that reminder. I haven't been doing a good job of writing. The reminder that I accomplished something took some pressure off my mind. I don't have to try and force it. I have already done, I can just simply do it again. Just let it happen, and let the story come out. Putting up some blog posts probably wouldn't be a bad idea either. It really is a great way to just keep my hands and mind accustomed to writing. Even if I don't say anything of any importance. As long as I am writing, I am exercising my mind for writing.

Looking for a literary agent

I've putting writing on a temporary hold so that I can get serious about finding a literary agent. Finding a literary agent and a reputable publisher would mean that I could focus my attention on writing full time, and driving rideshare part time (I'll use that to get me out of the house time to time). If anyone can share any insights to finding a literary agent, or help me connect with an agent, I would be extremely grateful, and possibly find a way to add you to a story.

Jeremy's Kiss Teaser

Finding Old Friends

Please excuse me for being absent from this blog recently. It has been a perfect storm of events keeping me away. I'll forgo the details.

I am still writing (which is part of the storm), I can't write books and blog at the same time, and I've chosen books over blog when I have had time to write.

I have stated I am working on the sequel to Jeremy's Kiss. As I progress, characters from Jeremy's Kiss are finding their way to make appearances in Natalie's Hunt. It feels like old friends are coming back to visit. Some of these characters felt special to me when I first created them in Jeremy's Kiss. Their parts were small, but they were there because I felt they added to the story. When they come back though, they are still the same character, only their place within the story has changed.

It's like reconnecting with someone you knew as a single person, only now they are married and have children. The person you knew is the same, but their life has changed and there are new things to get to know about them. Such as the same with my characters. It has been months since they were first seen (within the context of their lives), and things have happened since they first appeared.

They are alive within the pages, breathing and existing. Their lives will continue and we will see the parts they play within the new pages of the story.

Beautiful Like You

Back in 2000 to 2002, there was a short lived television series called Special Unit 2. It was about a Chicago police unit whose job was to deal with "links" - also known as mythological creatures that could harm humans (such as Medusa, Black Widows, Gargoyles, and more).

In one episode of the series, the group Joydrop appeared and played themselves, and they also played two of the songs in the show. This one happens to be my favorite.

Need You Now

Sometimes he can see it all with clarity, and sometimes everything he sees is cloudy, murky, and indistinct.

I need him now. The chains are still holding him in the room. They are clearly weaker, but his strength is not yet enough to overcome them.

It's only a matter of time. It will happen. But I do want it to happen so much faster than it is. I want him to be free now, to come out of the room and be everything he was meant to be.

The Prisoner

His arms are chained to the wall. His thin frame stretches down to the floor. His only clothing is the remaining shreds of blue jeans around his waist. Dirt and grime cover his chest and leaves his hair hanging limp.

The days of isolation and confinement are taking their toll on his body and mind. He still has strength and will power left, as he has only been confined here for two months, but that strength will wane if he does not escape soon.

The captivity was not voluntary, nor was it intentional. Just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time in a manner of speaking. The chains holding his wrists above his head prevent no only hold him captive, they also keep him from using his abilities. His hands are part of his trade and without the use of them, he is effectively helpless. No matter how intelligent, and no matter how hard he thinks through, escape is not possible until his hands are freed.

The captor has a name, but does not have a face or a voice that he can confront. The captor simply exists and is neither evil nor good. It has done good things for some, and bad things for others, and in this case it took him prisoner. Where this man would remain until the life span of the captor comes to an end.

Only when the captor becomes weakened may he attempt to free himself from this bondage. Only then may he escape the cramped stone cell and return to his life. He holds no malice for the captor, but he will never again face or confront the captor.

The chains are growing weaker. He freed one hand. It is only a matter of time now before he is fully free.