Hello, my dearest Reader!
Good day, dearest Reader!
I’ve been working hard on several projects, including the sequel to Xtreme Force, a guest post for a blog, but also the first segment for a new project: Halloween Knight!
This story revolves around mild-mannered music fan and pseudo-spoiled brat, Clara Stone, and her quest to make Halloween the greatest of Holidays. How? Why? Well maybe you should read some here and find out for yourself:
Said and done, enjoy and check back often for updates.
Oh, also, the Channillo thing isn’t working super well. I’m not saying it was a bad idea, because everything you do as a writer is a step to maturity, but I think I’m finding less and less of a need to rely on middle-man distributors to get my book around (Amazon and Smashwords don’t count- I love you guys <3)
And to be honest, I really did feel bad keeping writing back and away from you guys. I much prefer to just give you guys things (and then engage you to naturally buy the rest of my writing *evil laugh*) rather than ask for an entry fee.
That said, the channillo.com idea is good, I love the site and the people who make it happen, however I think across sending stuff to them exclusively, writing things for free for you all, writing standard blog posts, writing guest blog posts (also exclusive) and writing stuff that I actually want to make money off of,it’s become harder and harder to keep it all going consistently.
So yes, I’m thinking of stepping back a little, and focusing more on my personal platforms, which means more free stuff for all of you, (and also more stuff that I’ll charge you for, *evil laugh again*).
All in all I think this will be the better direction, as I don’t think Channillo yet has the audience to make it all work- when I can simply turn around and make the magic on amazon and other such sites that have over 100x the audience. I was charmed by Channillo because I loved the idea of serializing my writing, but truly, I now have the assets and knowledge to sorta do all of that by myself so I’m seriously thinking of cutting that tie. I feel rather silly, but I guess it’s okay because some of the people I touted it to seem to really like it, but I feel it’s less so for me.
Self-loathing done, expect a lot more tasty writing soon. Thank you for your time and attention!
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Hello, dear Reader!
As of late I’ve been working on something new- I’m more or less just sitting on Channillo.com, which is working, I am making money, but not much. That said, while I am updating the Channillo.com page, I’m also hard at work at a new pile of delicious fiction, an idea that’s been holding my fascination for awhile, but never quite got down to until recently.
Here’s an excerpt. Perhaps you can take a guess what it’s about:
(Celia grasps her vampire-hunting kit, another Christmas gift from her overbearing fathers four years ago when vampires were still cool. She is about to cover the stake in holy water, but she guesses just in time that it probably wouldn’t hurt something so Christmasy. She’ll have to cover the stake with something… anti-Christmas- but what could be anti-Christmas?! It’s such a deluded holiday, people from most all walks of life celebrate it in The States… but what if another holiday could counteract it?
“Halloween!” she says, hair standing on end, while she runs into her restroom, closes the door, and turns off the lights. “Bloody Mary Bloody Mary Bloody Mary!”
“…Child?” a sick, weak voice comes from the mirror as the room takes on a faint, crimson glow.
“There’s some Christmas spirit guy in my house, he’s going to take my presents away!”
“…You call upon me to protect your possessions?” the voice whispers with hesitance.
Celia nods furiously. “Please, it’s a new mypad flair!”
The dark voice hums. “So be it. I’ll send a man over,” the low, feminine voice says. With that, the hellish glow subsides, and out from the mirror a jack-o-lantern man with a scarecrow hat climbs out as xylophones and strange, unearthly instruments proclaim his arrival.
“Yo, name’s Wick,” he says, rising to his height of six feet as he brushes off his long, shaggy jacket.
“H-hi! Help me kill this Christmas guy.”
Wick’s jack-o-lantern face squints a pumpkin-eye in surprise, and then shrugs. “Alright, let’s get’em,” Wick says, his glowing eyes staring to her bedroom door. The two creep down the stairs, entering the cheery, fireplace-like light produced by Santa’s son. He’s down by the tree, humming a popular yuletide tune.
“Alright, kick his ass!” Celia says to the tall, imposing crow-man next to her.
Wick leaps up from the side of the stairs and raises his hands, charging with spooky, skeletal magic. “I’d heard Santa’s bit the scythe, heard you Christmas folk were pretty shook up with it. Never thought his son would go ‘round stealing presents though.”
The young man takes a stand, proud and unafraid of Wick. “Yeah? Well I thought a ‘change in managerial policy’ was in order. I always believed in my old man, but now parents buy the toys for kids. He became too soft. Christmas is not celebrated the way it should be. That’s why I’m here. This entitled kid of yours thinks she deserves these presents and has next-to-no appreciation for the hands that give them to her.”
Wick squints a round pumpkin eye, “This true, girl? You think you just deserve things just because you live?”
Celia huffs, “n-no! He’s stealing my gifts that I earned for being a good girl!”
The young Santa laughs, “You kiddin’ me? You don’t deserve this at all. Yo, Wick,”
“You… Know each other?” Celia says, squinting at the two. They both nod.
“Did you know what this girl did with Richie Drives?”
Celia jolts and Wick looks to her. “N-nothing! He’s lying!” she says.
“You mean that thing on Halloween? At the brew and view?”
“Yeah, they’re both underaged too,” Santa says with a cruel grin, stuffing her presents into his sack and replacing them with copious amounts of coal.
“I did see that… Damn, that ain’t good at all,” Wick says, his hands diminishing in their glow as he crosses his arms.
Celia begins trembling. “No! My dad still think I’m good. I was a good girl this year!”
“Only because you didn’t tell ‘em, bitch,” Santa says with a crass smile.
Wick clears his throat, “You’ve changed a bit, Ulrich.”
The boy smirks “I’m sick of being polite. I’m here to take toys.”)
Neat stuff, yes? Comments and thoughts welcome. What do you think the story’s about?
Alright, now your uppity fencer protagonist named… Edward, I guess, has gotten into a scrap with an enemy of his merchant guild who we’ll call… Jacob. Pretty cool, right? Maybe. It depends on how you craft the flow of the scene.
A couple more things to consider:
In the quick: Know your reader, know yourself, experiment and practice.
Great, so your character’s gotten into a fight or two and they’re on their way to “defeating the villain” or whatever else they’re trying to accomplish- But what will this accomplish?!
Real talk though, did your protagonist just beat down a pack of wolves without injury, and then move on? Let’s get real. Fight scenes that don’t progress the plot of your story are more like… more like… b-bite scenes! Ha! Because they bite, get it?