Hurm

I find myself battling that old monkey on my back.

The first novel. Like a thing of horror it grew from a wretched short story I wrote in high school. It just kept getting bigger and bigger and then a novel was born. I hacked at it with a machete sending great swaths of ichor trailing gore into the brush but like the hydra it regrew.

It's still here. It demands one more shot to prove it's worth.

Was it because I didn't use holy water that I couldn't break the beast?

Its about vampires and demons and ghosts and mages and therianthropes. Just a few of my favorite things.

I finished editing chapter 6 tonight.

Alpha

Coincidence that I begin a speculative fiction blog on the 13th?

I don't think so.

There might be some random art bits thrown in here and there, one never knows. Been drawing a lot lately.

Been thinking about about vampires too. I've always had a thing for that movie monster. I don't know why. Maybe because they scared the crap out of me as a child. I mean sent me running from the room on Saturday afternoon kinda scared.

I even wrote a book. Yes really. Been reworking it for years. Think I might serialize it and plunk it down here. Maybe you, my reader, could throw some thoughts about if you've a second. I'm tired of just sitting on the novel. Someone besides me and the wife should read it. It's the biggest thing I've written to date and I don't think I can just delete it. Doing a weekly serial will ensure I make a final pass over the monster and either throw at an agent again or let it finally rest in peace.

Perhaps Friday will be horror serial day. Something fun to start the weekend with...

CWR