Working on my book
Listening to the birds sing
Nice morning routine
Working on my book
Listening to the birds sing
Nice morning routine
Dragging out of bed
Re-writing time once again
Filled with dread and hope
Ink on the paper
Real pages filled up with words
Romantic old style
Rewrites once again
Creative monster unleashed
Ripping it to shreds
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Do you like the title Final Damnation or The Hands of the Devil?
Here’s the description for my new book.
Tom is a ghost hunter and a good one at that. He is a man without morals, without laws, a one man do-it-yourself kind of guy. Then the devil shows up, and Tom finds he is now face to face with pure evil. This sends Tom on a journey that will bring him into contact with all of those he has loved and lost throughout the years. He will reconnect with his ex wives, his kids, and himself. He will explore a side of himself that he never thought existed while the devil tries to regain the soul he is losing. In the end Tom must face down the devil or succumb to a fiery eternal damnation. Win or lose. Tom has no choice but to fight.
Now, the opening.
It stood in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by desert, and just off a rarely used two lane road. A road that hadn’t been paved in a long time with faded solid lines, patched up holes, and age creeping up to its outer edges in the form of high weeds and grass. Golden yellow lights splashed out of its windows and glass filled door. It was a shiny, round, and circular diner – a forgotten silver object lost in time. You could almost see Sam Spade sitting in one of the booths having a cup of Joe while thinking over his latest case.
A figure appears from out of thin air in the small area of shadows on the darkest side of this diner. He’s dressed in black shoes, black three piece suit, black tie, black fedora, and a black coat. He shakes off the cold, missing the warmth of his fiery home, ready to be done with this meeting. Today, he wants to look older and wiser, ready for business. He has aged himself to the age of sixty with short hair and wrinkled features. A doorbell clangs, as a lonely trucker, unwashed and unshaved, ready for a quick meal, steps inside the small building. The devil follows after him.
Standing before you
Which direction should I go?
What path to follow?
Common sense says quit
My passion will not listen
Obsession rules me
Do any of you writers reading this feel like banging your head against a wall? I know you do. We all feel the same way each day. I wrote this Haiku this morning after feeling like no matter what I do in the writing world it will never matter. I will never catch that break. I love to write, but it really does feel like a curse some days.
To follow your dreams
Open up your mind and go
Let nothing stop you
For more prompts each day go here: A Prompt Each Day.
Today’s prompt is a phrase – Let go.
Daytime or night-time
Writer always on the job
Stories never rest
In case you want something to read, my short story The Living Sand is free to read today and tomorrow. It has the short story Joyride attached to it. That’s two shorts for one freebie. Grabbed your copy at the links below and find out what happens when these 2 boys discover this hidden beach.
Living out your dreams
Day by day, one forward step
Till we reach the end
For more daily prompts go here: A Prompt Each Day
Just wanted to reveal the new cover for Joyride, which will be re-releasing next Friday (7/10/2015).
I also wanted a bit of help with it. Trying to figure out which cover works better.
This story is about two boys who take a Joyride only to find out that evil lurks once they turn the key.
I’m leaning more towards 1 myself. That 666 just gives it a little more creepy factor. Just me though.
Simply, drop a 1 or 2 in the comments below. Shouldn’t take up too much of your time.
I also have Demon Energy running free on 7/1 and 7/2. Run over and grab your copy today.
That’s it. Thanks for the help.
A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?
3 out of 5 Stars – Scary good!
3 out of 5 Stars – This story is worth reading for the ending alone!
4 out of 5 Stars – Demon Energy is a quick and satisfying read.
Trust in your talent
Watch it blossom, thrive, and grow
It might surprise you
For more prompts like “trust” go here: Haiku Horizons
As a sidebar, I have started a new blog with a couple of buddies of mine. It is a blog about trying to be a Christian and walking with our faith each day. Tough to do. Here’s the link: unitedbythree.wordpress.com
Short story re-writes
I wake in my warm soft bed
To answer the call
I’ve been working on a collection of short stories that I hope to release before Halloween. I do have a pretty cool cover for it already that you may or may not have seen already.
James is the designer of the cover and his work can be found here: http://www.goonwrite.com/index.htm
Before I leave you, here are a couple of things related to the title of this Haiku.
This is a solid slasher movie from the Eighties – one I still own on DVD. Cheap, creepy, and a great score.
A great song from the mighty Judas Priest – this is a ballad by them.
Warming up the eyes
Brain wakes up from deep slumber
Creating time starts
Here’s another quick peek at what I have been re-writing. Again, this is raw data, and it still needs a spell check, another read through, and possibly more changes. However, I thought you might find it interesting to read.
So, here’s a bit of Hellfire and Brimstone (title may change at a later date):
“What did you find?”
Eric was ready to be done with Tom, and Tom decided to feel the same way. Skeptics will always be skeptics even when they come face to face with the truth, which Tom was about to show him. He grabbed his camera and hooked it up to the TV. He took the tape currently in the unit out and put in the one he had when he did his first walk-through. He rewound the tape and sat down beside Eric.
“I caught a few things as I did my first walk around the house. Some things are probably easily explained once I look at it further, but just to give you some idea I will show you what I found.” Tom began going through the tape. He stopped at one point. “This is when I was walking through the upstairs hall. You will see back towards the end of it something white, with a strange form, move out of view. You have to look quick, but it is there.” Tom played the tape and smiled inside when he saw Eric’s eyes light up with fear.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know. Could have been a passing car, could have been a trick of the camera, it could have been anything, but I think we both know what it really was. ” Tom moved the tape forward. He was now in the master bedroom, scanning the room. A dark shape appears as he scans. Tom spins the camera back to the spot where he saw it, but it’s too late. The shape is gone. A noise behind him and then beside him, on top of him. Tom turns, spins, and tries to catch the activity, but nothing appears on the camera. All he catches are noises. “That went on for like four minutes and then stopped. Noises all around the room, but nothing revealed itself after I saw the shape.”
“I see why you drink. So, nothing with the devil, right?”
Tom looked at him. “What?”
Feel free to let me know what you thought about it? Would you like to see more of this story in the future?
I awoke from sleep
Small brain break is now over
Re-write time again
For those interested, here’s one of my favorite passages from the new book. The re-write still needs work, so what you read isn’t final at all. It is a just a taste of what I have been working on with my latest novel.
Once inside, Tom could see people scattered across the pews praying and kneeling before their Lord. As he walked and looked at them, kneeling or sitting there in the light gloom of the church, their heads changed – turned – morphed – into the heads of sheep. Then their eyes suddenly lit up with red light, and these sheep heads turned to stare at Tom. From somewhere in the back of the church he heard a dark and evil sounding – “BAAAAAAAA!”
Tom stopped, turned, and looked to the back of the church. The devil was standing there in his dark angel form. He pointed at Tom, gave him the thumbs up, smiled, and then poofed out.
The lead character Tom Never is a wayward sole, lost his faith at a young age. This story is about him finding himself again, the church, and reconnecting with those he left out of his life all the while trying to fend off the devil. I wrote it years ago around the time I got baptized. The story kind of popped in there when I was preparing to become a Christian. I plan to chase agents for a bit with this one and if it doesn’t work out then I will self-publish it. One way or the other, I will get it out. I believe this is probably my best work.
How about a little Christian Heavy Metal to close this post?
Rewrite pulls me up
Wakes me from peaceful slumber
Day starting early
Curious, fellow writers, what time of day works best for you? Are you a morning person like me or do you work best at other times of the day? Once my son gets up, and we start our day, if it doesn’t happen early or at nap time then by bed time I am a no go. Usually the couch and sleep are the only things I want once 7 at night rolls around.
Microsoft Word Doc
Barren blank pages call out
Fill me with your words
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Fingers click the keys
Imagination fills space
Once covered in white
Early start today
Re-write forcing me to rise
This frozen morning
Blank pages, cursor
A story waits in limbo
Hoping to be told
Early morning calls
Time to dust off the novel
I am trying so hard to get my latest novel re-written. Tough to get back into the groove again.
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