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Wednesday, March 18th, 2009
4:59 am	Finding my fulcrum If you are a writer you will understand how your characters take on a life of their own and will help direct a story. I and my characters are no different. Some may have been stubborn and unwilling to accept the direction I would give but this minor conflict would normally result in a much better story. While I would gripe, cuss, and holler, but over all the characters and I got along just fine. Their voices would flow on to the paper so they felt content and otherwise they left me to my own devices. But of late, something like six months or so, I have not written anything. No it not writers block, it just life in general and its many distractions. Since my characters have had no voice on paper they have been slowly forming a mad mob and protesting rather loudly. Since my few excuses have been largely ignored by them I must once again pick up the pen and let them be heard once more. With these protest in mind I have debated for some time on how to approach publishing. I have come to the realization I just wish to share these stories. I have never been interested in monetary gain from this endeavor, thou I have to admit seeing my stories in hard cover would be a hugh boost to my ego. Who knows it may still happen one day but for now I plan on simply placing the stories here in my blogs. I do hesitate slightly as I am dyslexic and I currently do not have someone to edit for the mistake I often make. I have worked hard to over come this flaw and to ensure there are few as possible errors. So please keep this in mind as you read. As always I welcome comments on the story such as flow, content, or grammar if you’re so inclined. While I do not mind harsh comments as long as they have merit and can help the story alone. While I am horrible with blogging I do believe I can manage this if I post one chapter a week. The first book is called the ‘Gem of Souls’. I have planned 12 books for the series. The first is complete and book two and three are in progress. The stories are ADnD based and are centered on the world of Amharc. I will provide more information on the stories tomorrow. I am posting the prolog and first chapter today. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed crafting them. ( Prolog ) ( Chapter 1 ) Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)
Friday, March 6th, 2009
6:11 am	I will always create in one form or another. Here is one of the current projects I am working on. Its a floor lamp for my wife. I still have to install the three light sockets and build the lamp shade. I did the stained glass as well. I recently stained the base turned out sharp will up load a pic later when I have the sockts done. For now take care all. Current Mood: creative (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
4:27 am	Life is a ride Well as you can see I have not posted in some time. I made some changes in my life. I still like writting but after many many failed attemps at finding someone help proof read my stuff I have finaly put my writing on the back burner. Does not mean I wont write again just for a time I am giving it a rest. I found I have skills in other areas that intrest me as much as writing. I will try and post some pics of my latest project in the next day or so. If I can find a balance between it and writing then I will pick up the pen again soon. For now know my muse still inspires me in both writing and my new endevores. My soul is a mix of black and joy mixed in uneven amounts but working hard to restore the balance that is me. :) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 22nd, 2008
10:37 pm	Yes I know I have not been posting. For a writer I am proably the worst at blogging. The above pic is something I am working on for my wife. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
9:37 pm	Muses are a fickled lot I should explain my comment. I have always been blessed and cursed with a very loud muse. She has inspired me to do and try many things. But mostly she has encouraged my writing. Unfortunately she tends to prattle on at times unceasingly and I find I have more useless plot bunnies then 10000 writers could use. Over time I have learned to tune her out to just a small mumble in my head only truly listening when I want to be inspired. She has not taken kindly to this fact and has opted for a new tactic. She has always filled my dreams with images that at times make me laugh or scared or even mad. But of late she has turned up the volume as I have no defense against her in my dreams. Two weeks ago she filled my dream with such inspiration that it woke me from a sound sleep and I instantly had to get up and write. Six hours later I had the biases of a very good book. This time she has… I search for the words that best describe what I feel but for the first times words fail me. The closest thing I can find would be a deep emptiness and profoundness that I have never experience. Now you may thing the dream was sad or tragic. No it was sweet and full of life and joyous. It was so intense that when I awoke I nearly wept as I was no longer there. I will never attempt to write this dream as the memory is to intense the feeling beyond a scale I can describe, the experience to intimate to share. Even if I recovered enough I could spend a life time trying to capture it in words that would only scratch the surface. She found my hidden secret place and exploited it. I am both overjoyed and deeply sadden by the experience. I have always had a passion for Ireland as this is my heritage. I was born in the states and know nothing of her beauty and strength other then the pictures and stories I have enjoyed over the years. It has always been my deepest wish to travel there one day and never return. My muse has taken me there and let me sample the life I will never be able to live. I can never be mad at her as she warned me the trip would be short lived but I drowned her out in the experience that filled me. Upon waking it hit me in the face with full force and now the longing I have always harbored, will for now and ever be scared. I have been planning a long time to travel there but now I am determined. The stay may be short lived as the dream as I have many responsibilities that tie me here but it fills a need that has grown and will not be denied. I will have to work very hard to achieve this goal but it is a worth while one. Well I have eased my soul some by sharing this burden/blessing with you all and think I will try and return to sleep only hoping she does not share another such dream as I do not think my heart could take it. Current Mood: contemplative (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
7:35 pm	I returned home from work with the best of intentions of sitting down and working on the edits for the first book for one hour. I made it as far as opening word to the page I required when it hit me. A sense of not wanting to go near it, it’s a waste of time, I can do it later before bed. So what did I do closed it and went to the net. No there was nothing there that I wanted so I thought I would head over to LJ to think about posting or just read my friends posting at least. When I noticed I had a COMMENT. It’s rare to see a comment as I really don’t write to receive them and this one was more of and update then anything. So I read it and it excited my writer spirit again. Granted this my not work out but it has me smile at the prospect and now believe I have the required vigor to at least delve into one chapter at least before I go to bed. I also need to make a correction from my last post. I am currently writing my 9th chapter on my second book but I have the out lines done up to chapter 12. I am going to cut this post short as I wish to get cracking before my bed starts calling to loudly to me as of right now it only mid pitch. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
12:24 am	The Vanishing Writer Gasp it’s been 19 weeks since I posted. That not good. But life has its own direction and neither requires or cares about me being able to post. Lots of changes going on was working to full time jobs finally made the move to the one job on the premises that I would move up in a month or two. My boss misslead me for her own gain, yes it is true I would move up, but instead of it being one month or two try seven months. The move while costly is worth while. I am just now moving up the corporate ladder and making the bigger dollar so I can afford to be back on the net. It got fairly tight but my wife and I weathered it out plus we still, meaning me as the wife is unable to work do to heath problems, manage to support the kids and let some dear friends move in as they had no where to go. So are lean times were very lean. Now on to the topic of writing. Hmmm not a good subject I fear as it is creeping along and then…. No creeping along is a fairly accurate picture of the situation. This I can only blame on myself as I have far too many interest that I jump back and forth from. I have been making money with several sewing projects and currently in the midst of creating a quilt for the wife. Also I am teaching myself guitar again and if I do say so myself I only mildly grate the senses when I play now. Plus all the computer games I have, at last count one hundred and eighty, I find writing has been taking a back seat far to often. I have not stopped writing just do it far less then I would like to claim. Ok I have rather ranted long enough and you want to know how far along the book is. It’s written but I have hit a wall as far as the edits go. I am Dyslexic and it takes a great deal of work for me to write and I require someone to check for grammar and such before I send it off. The problem being the last three people I was working with bailed on me. So still searching for the right person to do the edits. And no it’s not because I am unwilling to pay them, I offered each a percentage from the sales of the book. There is a bright side though I have been writing on the second book and so far 12 chapters deep. So perhaps by the time I finalize the first book the second will be ready to start the edit process. I am really excited to as the third and forth book are really taking shape in my head. The World of Amharc has always been well defined in my head but the details are becoming richer as time passes. Final thoughts before I close this blog for the day. I have several but I not so sure I want to share them quite yet so I wish you all the best and let your dreams fill your senses to the fullest. Current Mood: contemplative (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 15th, 2007
5:31 pm	Quick update All right chapters 19 and 20 have gone through the first edit. Chapter 19 we find Lord Rucker has gathered the evidence he needs to convince the Great Council to go to war with the Elves. Plus they discover another army is moving towards the Elven territories, possible some allies. Chapter 20 Stephen while not happy they are going to war believes this will give him the cover he needs to gain access to the Sage vaults. He is close to discovering the final key he needs to break the Mage Guild free from the Great Councils heavy hand. That’s it for now will up date in a few days as I have a to work a lot of hours over the next few days. Take care all. Current Mood: working (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 13th, 2007
3:58 am	The return of the... well you know It’s been some time I know but finally down to one job. I was hoping to hold out for another two months as this is how long it will take to get my promotion at the job I kept. Health reason forced me to make a move sooner so now we are sweating it out on the reduced income until the promotion comes through. But life’s good and I FINALLY can get back to my writing on a more regular time table. Had to start the edit process over as it’s been 9 months since I last truly worked on the book. I did manage to make it up to chapter 18. Well will write more later hope all are well. Current Mood: happy (Comment on this)
Monday, May 7th, 2007
4:42 am	While my income has increased of late my writing time as sadly slipped too little to none. But if I keep pushing as I am maybe by the end of the year I may be able to go back to one job. Keeping my fingers crossed. I have been hit with tons of plot bunnies and wrote a short base on one. While not my best it was base interestingly enough on the title The Bathroom Artist. Some one drew a picture on the bathroom stall and the story just kinda lept out at me. I wrote it in a hurry as I really do have so little time to write but hope you enjoy it. The Bathroom Artist There's something about this drawing that truly bugs me. Its stairs at me with unmoving eyes. The Bathroom Artist obviously has some talent but I strongly dislike the style. Or perhaps it's the image its self that disturbs me more then I care to admit. Each day I hope they have painted the stall or the artist has chosen to finish this frightful fellow. But alast no, he hangs there seemingly pleading with me for God knows what. I have studied the picture in depth as I tend to require a bit of time on the stoop. The lines seem to be nothing more then doodle circles that are drawn at random yet make a perfect picture from a small distance. I remember my first impression that the head looked like the scarecrow from the Wizard of OZ with the tall hat. The only true difference is the eyes, they are over sized making them ominous and frightful. Furthermore they were unseeing yet I could feel those very eyes pierce my darkest secrets, the ones I even kept from myself. The Bathroom Artist was kind enough to give this fellow an upper body with one full arm on his left. This arm was bent forward holding an object which I am unable to define as it seems to constantly change before my very eyes. In one instant it's a coffee cup with steam rolling upwards and then it's a candle no… As try as I might my mind can not place a proper title to the thing it holds. The days have turned into weeks and now the fellow follows me home in my mind. He visits my dreams always laughing silently. I can smell the foul fumes from his strange device. The smoke surrounds me tugging at me trying to enter my very being. Each time the dream is stronger and of late it feels as if it is pulling at my mortal soul prying it from my body. This continues till I wake from freight my bed sheets are a sea of sweat. Now I desperately fight using the restroom but nature can not be denied for long and I find myself faced by this fiend time and time again. Its hold on me is now complete. I can not escape it I only pray to the heavens to who ever maybe listening for my freedom. Then it happened. My release so to speak. I no longer fear this thing on the door but I loath it still the same. For its evil it has rot upon me with such profound malice I was caught quiet unaware. For now it is me, or I am it. Yet we are not each other, separate and distinct, as any can be. This thing so tclouded my mind I am unsure when the change took place only the how. For now I hang on the door watching the people I know come and go quiet unaware of the change that has taken place. My cries for help go silent only to echo in my madden mind. Of late I have seen myself or the thing that looks like me now. It never speaks to me just content to file its paper work and smile keenly at me. I did mention I understood the how. The device the picture once held is now gone only and empty hand I show. What ever this device is was the key to my undoing. Fear not for me I beg. For my end is certainly near. I only wish to warn you so you do not become someone's doodle on a bathroom stall. How do I know my end is near? The answer is simple they started painting today. Current Mood: crazy (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 1st, 2007
5:41 am	The life of a busy writer Even though I have a great deal of work still ahead of me I feel a great deal of achievement. I FINELY got all 43 chapters in on the computer despite a computer virus and family distraction, plus a very sweet and special distraction. Now I can begin the edit process in earnest. First off I should say I am sorry for not blogging for so long but it’s been an interesting time since last I posted. I started my vacation with full intent of working on the book. But my wife had other plans. She feels I should spend my whole time devoted to her. I care about her feelings and want nothing more then to make her happy but yet I have a goal that I can not meet by devoting 100% of my time to her. Plus added to fact she is draining our bank account faster then I can fill it is becoming a real strain on me. Add in the fact that her full grown kids are also wanting money and favors none stop. I made a promise when we got married and I am trying my very best to live up to this but after 6 years I am not so sure if I can keep my sanity and still keep her happy. But I have side tracked myself here. Even with all her demands and her children making their own demands I have finally got the book in on the system and feel much better. Of course I have to read some material submitted by my writer friends before I can start but I do not think this will take more then a day. Once I have completed these tasks I will begin and have decided to put the edits up for you all to read. Mind you there will still be grammar errors but these are minor. I am mostly editing the flow and feel the story at this point and welcome any feed back you might want to give. For now I have a special friend I need to chat with before bed and shall chat with you all later. Current Mood: busy (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 21st, 2007
1:23 am	January 6th 2007 Steve's Journal. From the date of this entry you can guess I have been very busy. I awoke on the 4th hearing several voices dangerously close to my bed. I lifted the lid just a hair to see several workers were exploring the lower basement. I have not felt butterflies in my stomach in a very long time. It was not a good feeling. They were closing in on my bed fairly quickly and I was afraid I would have to dispatch all of them when their foremen hollered down to them to knock off for the night. I breathed a sigh of relief. I have no dought I could handle five of them but it was the uncertainty of how many were up stairs that had me worried. I waited until I could hear them no longer then got busy. I knew I should have had a back up location but procrastination won out and now I was in trouble. I thought about going back down in to the sewer system but last time I woke up with a family of rats nesting in my bed and they could care less that I am a vampire they were going to kick my ass. I ended up stealing another from the mortuary down the street. I hate the new caskets as they are very heavy and stand out way too much. But on the plus side they are very nice on the inside and the rats have a harder time chewing their way in. While I was not keen on going back in the sewers I really did not see any other choices on such short notice. I noticed a warehouse over on Oliver Street that held some type of metal shop but only used half of the building. It held promise but I wanted to study it in more detail before moving in. I powered up my laptop and connected to the net. That’s something I’m going to miss as well, being next to Starbucks I was able to pick up enough of a signal to surf. I went to my local page and read the head lines. Yes I made a mess with those three and now the police were on the hunt. Great, I thought now moving my bed was going to be all that much more of a challenge. Upset with myself I went up stairs to find they had been busy today. There were new walls all over the place and wiring hung down every where then I saw the tools and dry wall. I spent the next four hours building a false wall that would easily be missed, well would be missed if I had any skill with dry wall. All I ended up doing was making something that might be called a wall in you lived in the slums but it stood out here and I knew I just wasted my time and now left a Hugh calling card that some one was here during the night. Plus the fact that it would have never worked as I remembered the blueprints. Even if I managed to make a half decent wall the blue prints would tell them it did not belong there. I went in search of the blueprints in the slim hopes there might be some where to hide. I skimmed through them in frustration and nearly threw them to the floor when I noticed the reason they were in the lower basement. Apparently a main sewer line ran directly under the building and they intended on replacing the service hatch with a new security door. One of the girls I had last night must have been Irish because this was a lucky break for me. I found one of the workmen’s lights and went down in search of the hatch. It took me no time at all to find but to open it was a challenge as the bolts were rusted shut. And why in the name of the darkness would you use fifty-four bolts. It took me nearly the rest of the night to get it open. Of course once I did the smell that greeted me made me puke. I put my few belongings in the casket then borrowed a dolly from up stairs and wheeled it over to the opening only to find it would not fit. I cursed a blue streak. Once I calmed down enough I figured out if I removed the lid it would just barly fit. There goes the paint job. I managed to do this in short order and lowered the lid down and managed to swing it over to the ledge that seemed to run the length of the tunnel. I could hear voices upstairs so I quickly tied the dolly and bottom of the casket together wrapping the rope several times in hopes to keep my belongings in place. I lowered it down only to watch the contents fall promptly out in to the muck below. The voices were drawing closer so I simply hoped in the hole. The shit was up to my waist. The only good thing that happen was the casket floated I slipped the lid in and grabbed my gear pulling it behind me. By the time I glimpsed light poking into the tunnel I was a safe distance away and breathed a little easier. I was not feeling all that great as I had not eaten last night and now I was awake during the daylight. I walked for hours and then found a tunnel branching off to the right big enough to accommodate my bed. I followed it around till it ended at a man hole cover. There was no sunlight peeking threw so I carefully climbed the ladder. Not hearing anything on the other side I raised the lid to see I was in some type of private parking garage. I reset the lid and climbed back down. I put my lid back on and crawled in to sleep. I don’t mind saying I stunk to high hell and was forced to leave the lid open while I slept. Needless to say I did not sleep well. When I woke I felt really bad and stunk worse if that was possible. I went out in to the main sewer line and followed it for a short distance before discovering another tunnel leading to a man hole. This time it opened right in to Soldier Park. I flew to the Far East side and Waited until I found a man about my height. I followed him done a side street. I quickly subdued him and took his clothing. Took my knife and stabbed him four times then feasted on the open wounds. I took the cash from his wallet and threw the walet in a near by dumpster. I quickly changed clothing and now I was wearing a colt’s shirt and jeans with a good winter coat. I flew over to the flying J’s and paid ten bucks for a hot shower. Feeling much better as well as smelling much nicer I took the last twenty in his wallet and bought trash bags, rubber gloves, and Free Breeze and went back to my new home. I spent the rest of the night cleaning out my gear. The laptops toast which sucks as I am going through myspace withdrawals. I finally got the smell out went to bed early and slept much better this time. I woke today and searched the garage that’s above me. There’s a security gate that requires a simple code to open and only one camera pointed at the door. It appears as I am below the Market Mall. Once I find a back up spot to move to I may explore this place in more detail. For now I need to get dinner, I am thinking Chinese tonight. Current Mood: cranky (Comment on this)
1:22 am	A simple post before Steve's I went in to work, second part time job, only to be sent home way early. I don’t mind and was rather happy by the fact as I am in the mood to write tonight. I not sure where I am going with the vampire blog. It just might be a plot bunny that has grown out of control or I may decide to do something with it. I will post these separate from my regular post. I am not worried about grammar and such and only doing a quick edit before posting them. Hope you enjoy them and feel free to let me know what you think. I will post later after I work on the books some. Current Mood: creative (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
10:21 am	And yet another plot bunny I took a nice hot shower and was prepping for bed when a plot bunny suddenly appeared so I want to jot this down before bed. (Even though I will pay a heavy price later at work.) January 3rd 2007 I arose to find I had some unwanted house guess earlier today. The building I have been using for the last six months has been sold. By the floor plans I found it’s going to be another Super Wal-Mart, if there weren’t enough of them all ready. Fortunately they have not discovered the lower basement yet and should have a few days to relocate. Deciding not to let this dampen my spirits I took flight to my favorite feeding spot. I could sense a lot of activity tonight which I found odd. I decided to go else where when a strange scent was brought to me by the wind. It was a sweet smell that I could not deny. I followed the scent to the very heart of the park and spied what had enticed me so. What I beheld took my breath away. She was a virgin and her soul had not a spot on it. My instincts went wild they nearly ended my life tonight. Nearly that is as I am here writing this am I not? I fought with ever once of rationality in me as something was not right here. The woman did not belong here. She was dressed as a bag lady and laying in a make shift box but she smelled of soap and light perfume and deodorant. With the greatest of efforts I rained in the beast in my heart and waited. I have always said patience is a virtue and tonight proved me right. I waited close too two hours and was at a point of either leaving or feeding when I heard the crackle of a radio. Moments later men came out of bushes from all directions. They have my respect as I not once caught sight of them or heard a sound that would give them away. Apparently they are some type of new elite police force trying to stop the killing of homeless people. I do not obviously wish them luck. I did not stay long enough to get more information as my hunger was making it dangerous to stay. I ended up feasting on three street walkers tonight before the hunger was satiated. I’m afraid I was a little careless too but when in a feeding frenzy it’s hard to be cautious. Perhaps it’s a good thing I have to move now any ways. The first thought was to flee the city but I think I have become a home body. I have spent the last one hundred years here and feel very comfortable. I hate the idea of traveling cross country again its such work. Before I left I had enough presence of mind to take deep samples of each officer’s scent to help identify them later. I have a feeling I am going have lots more trouble with them. I can see the light of the sun beginning to rise so I need to close the lower basement off and get some shut eye and see what tomorrow brings. Current Mood: creative (Comment on this)
7:34 am	Capturing time is a silly pursuit. My first love is writing, (of course if my wife is reading this she is my absolute love.) Finding time to write is at best haphazard. By the time I manage to find a time for me to compose my wondering thoughts I am drained of creative energies. The last to weeks have been fairly rough and now I have taken on another writing project. Not sure what I was thinking. Guess a laps in judgment. The good news is in three more days I start my vacation time. Nine days off from both jobs and not much to do but write and finish a few projects for my wife that I have been promising her for weeks. I may take a day or two and just sleep. Lack of sleep is putting a serious hurt on me so my head is failing to function. Since its shutting down I will keep this post short and hope you all are well. Current Mood: sleepy (Comment on this)
Friday, February 16th, 2007
8:48 am	To Publish or to Self Publish is the Question. I have read many, and I do mean many, articles on the subject. I have listen to the debate rage from one end of the spectrum to a far far galaxy. (Sorry… well not really.) I have deliberated the decision for some time. To be perfectly honest I would love to Self Publish, and no I am not talking POD’s. Yuck. As much as I would enjoy the challenges of such an endeavor such as this it would prove to be rather fruitless for me. I work two jobs, and while we are not drowning in dept the water level is rather high. Plus combined with the fact when would I have time to really promote my books? However, waiting to be accepted by a publisher is a very slow and agonizing process that I do not look forward to. I am not saying going through a publisher is a bad thing, quit the contrary it carries a certain prestige to be in print by a big firm. There are other benefits I might mention but to be truthful I could careless about them. These are well and good but I am not about fame or fortune. I just love to write and love to share the worlds that flood my mind daily. I am not timid about rejection letters if that’s what your thinking. I have received my fair share, as does any writer. This does not always mean your writing is bad it’s just not what they are looking for. I believe the problem lies in that I just hate waiting. But after many sleepless nights of debate, and yes I now I’m up nights any way, I have made a hard decision. That is, I will go with a publisher. My wife is a loving and caring woman but could careless about my writing and only half listen to my concerns. So she did not help with the decision. “What ever you want to do baby.” Is the reply I got. I Love her to death but sometimes it would be nice if she would fain some type of interest in my writing. In six years of marriage I think she has only read one short of mine and her response to it? “It was ok.” Death to a writers heart but I digress. So once I’d chosen this course I had to make the decision as to whom did I want to consider for submission first. The Wizard of the Coast came to mind as they are very much up my alley. I went to their site to brush up on the guideline for submissions only to find they only take them during Sept. –Jan. I half laugh and half cried. I was rushing to finish the first book but now have a bit more time. I slacked for a few days again hence the reason I have not posted but now back on track. I will submit to them first then start going down the list of publishers I would like to try. It may be a very long process but the results should be good. Sleep is starting to creep in and I have to work 12 hours tonight in the job I hate. But I wish you all well. Current Mood: chipper (Comment on this)
Monday, February 12th, 2007
4:18 am	The never ending chapter Some times while writing I wonder if I will ever reach the end of a chapter. Of course I do but at times it creeps painfully slow. The Gnome is not fighting me any more. Well until he finds out that he is going up to the surface world. As you may have figured out the chapter is far from finished. He was surrounded by his friends. He kept trying to get up but they thought he might be badly hurt so drug him in to a deep sleep which leads to a good dream scene. I will add it to the end of this post. He wakes to see his teacher standing over him. I'm not far from revealing the truth to him. I have given up trying to guide this chapter to an end. Its writing it's self and will let me know when it's done. Chapter 31 we find our selves back in the chambers of the great council and Lord Rucker is missing. I killed him in earlier chapter. They find out about the Orcs and that the battle priests have sided with the Elves. It's a short chapter. I did add chapter 32 but it's still just a lot of notes which I will fix during the edit process. Basically I wrap up the first floor. They encounter a few problems along the way such as a painting with a red dragon that comes to life. Once I have it more sorted out I will fill in facts on it. Chapter 33 is the Elven Elders have decided to cast the Iron Curtain. This is going to come with a very high cost they just do not fully realize what that cost is. Insert from chapter 4: The drink gave him a warm feeling that seemed to spread from his stomach to his limbs. He fought to keep his eyes open but his lids were too heavy. The world changed and now he was sitting at a round table with several Army Ants all sipping from delicate tea cups. The ant to his right turned to him and in perfect Gnomish asked him to pass the sugar. He did so as he watched a little girl dance around the table with a basket of treats. The ants were debating the best way to store gnomes away so they would stay fresh. He ignored them as the young girl approached him. "Sweats sir?" "Yes that would be very nice." She reached in to her basket and pulled out a plate in the shape of a shield and placed it in front of him. She then pulled out five very small heads, each one smiled at him as she placed them around the edges of the plate. "Ow dear, it seems I am one short." "That's quite all right." She continued to smile as another Army Ant came in and picked her up in its mandibles and carries her off. He looked down at his plate and studied the different faces for a time. Then each head began to slide to the center of the plate and disappear into a soft glowing light. He waited as if knowing something special was about to happen. This was not the case as the plate just sat there doing nothing. The ant that requested the sugar looked back at him. "It seems you are missing one." "Yes she ran out." "That's a shame but I think its time for you to wake up." His eyes opened to see his teacher… Needs work but that will come during the edit faze but over all am happy with it. Well I hope you all are having a great day. Current Mood: creative (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 11th, 2007
11:02 pm	Elves, Orcs, and battle Priest I have put chapter 30 in and currently working on chapter 31. I am getting close too actually starting the edit process. Chapter 30 is short. Durivous is the leader of the battle priests. We join him on the battle field as he looks at the Great Councils army advancing on him. Even with the promise of the Elves to back them up they are out numbered three too one. The Elves have pretty much wiped the Orcs out by this point and are forming up to head the short distance to the main battle line. Fierce magic is being tossed back and forth and he watches his horse swallowed up into the ground. Chapter 31 is fairly bigger but right now I only have quick notes for it. I am hoping to put in 31, 32, and 33 tonight. I also plan on finishing chapter 4 on book two tonight. Will blog as soon as I have reached my goals. Take care. Current Mood: awake (Comment on this)
5:02 am	The return of the writer. Well I have my new system and DSL to boot so life is sweet. I did hover, or more truthfully did not, do much writing during this time. I can give you bunch of reason, excuses, but I just got lazy. I find if I am not reporting to someone on my progress I loss a lot of motivation to write. I knew I would be back on line here shortly so I started adding chapter 30 to the computer. I will finish tomorrow and post what the chapter is about. As far as chapter 4 of book two I have stalled there as well. I did manage to kill the one ant but the other survived the attack. As the Gnome was distracted by the small child he thought was dead. She cried out and he lost his control on the spell. It looked grim for him as it charged in and knocked him cold. I saved his ass however. The ant now looks like a pin cushion as his friends came in time. I am still struggling with him as far as a I have not found a reason for him to travel out into the world. I keep throwing out ideas and he just laughs. “Like I’d leave the safety of home for that.” I am really growing to like this Gnome but he is a big pain in my butt to work with. However I think I have struck across something that he has not said no to but I can tell he’s not going to like it. It has to do with his master and the visions and what they reveal of their future and their homes. The future is very dark as their homes will perish. I spent a great deal of time surfing and getting caught up on my different sites so I am off to bed. Take care all. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 29th, 2007
2:14 am	The cat killed my computer Our oldest cat, he is well over ten years old, has a bit of a stomach problem. He reacts badly to food. Most times he is able to keep it down but other times he tends to toss his lunch not really caring where. I was adding some new parts to my system and left it open. Good old Sammy thought this would be the perfect spot to lose his lunch. Needless to say it fried the whole system. I was rather upset and cussed a blue streak at him; he simply sat there as if I was entertaining him. I am not one for animal violence, in fact I am a Quaker at heart so no violence at all. Still the idea of tossing him across the room felt like an appealing idea. I managed to restrain myself but let him know in no uncertain terms that he was; pardon the cussing, on my shit list. He simply stuck his tail in the air and walked off. Well this inhibits my access to the net it does however have a plus side to the story. I have a good copy of my story, plus the wife agreed to let me bye a new computer. I will be off line a few more days until the parts come in but once here I should be back to my writing and blog updates. A friend was kind enough to log in for me and post this. So take care and see you all in a few days. Current Mood: cranky (2 Comments |Comment on this)