Hi! Long time no see! Don't worry no one died. This won't be another death blog.
Now that things are leveling out, I thought I'd let my readers know I'm still here and I'm still working on my writing.
A lot changed after Mom passed. We moved my sister Jody here to the house, and it went well. She's getting her entire damage deposit back. How often does that happen? I'm also pretty pleased with UHaul for making the rental process easy and affordable.
How's it working out? Quite well, actually. Jody is an excellent roommate. She's quiet and considerate. She's vegan and she doesn't drink or smoke. Therefore, she doesn't eat our food, drink our booze or bum smokes. Grendel has taken a shine to her and sleeps on her bed a lot.
Shout out to my husband Dan for driving the truck and all his help. Shout out to my bestie Melaida for helping us move. Since we managed to give away so much of Jody's furniture beforehand, almost everything fit and the rest of the boxes were deliverable in the Mazda in a few short trips. I'm so glad it's over.
We got Amir fixed finally. That went reasonably well also. Shout out to Mayfield Animal Hospital and Dr. Rebecca Alexander. Now Amir is a homebody that actually prefers to stay indoors, much to my immense relief. He's an absolute sweetie who stays close to Mommy and I love it.
NOW, I can concentrate on work and writing. More accurately, editing. I'm working on my final edit for 'Her True Name: Volume Three' and a short story named 'Bad Clown'.
The problem with HTN3 is that I got to Chapter Twelve when I realized that Druhi is younger than I made her out to be, and her backstory is more severe than it should be. I need to go back to the beginning and change a few things. No worries. While I'm there, I will make sure Eshma's story flows and see if her character needs more filling out. Eshma is a goat by the way. Her character arc filled out better than I hoped and the previous chapters need to reflect that.
Bad Clown is half way done. The first half is great, but the second half needs more. I introduced two characters in the first half, but lost them in the second. Fixing that problem actually made it worse and I can see how I simply added superfluous lines that didn't work out. Bad Clown himself needs fine tuning. I think he's scary now, but is he scary enough? Details, details.
But like I said, I'm pleased with how Bad Clown starts off, so I thought I'd give you a little taste. I hope you are intrigued.
BAD CLOWN
We
were asleep when they banged on our door. Must have been two in the
morning. Sleep had been hard to come by with the unseasonable
heat, and I was pissed.
“Open up!” What the Hell? Why are
they bothering us? We didn’t
do anything.
Duncan
throws
his housecoat on, snarling about the intrusion, while I check the
windows.
Orange lights illuminate the neighborhood from seven black vans.
Aren’t police vans black and white? Aren’t they marked with the
word POLICE? Who are these assholes? Why
are their
lights orange? These
aren’t cops.
My husband fights at
the door, but three men in
gray uniforms wrestle him into submission.
“Wait! Where
are you taking him? What has he done? Dammit, Grendel! Freya, come
back!!” Both cats run out the door in a black and white blur.
“What’s going on? Where the Hell are you taking him?” I reach
for Duncan, but more officers yank
my arms and pin them behind me.
“What is this? What’s
going on?” No one answers me.
I need a lawyer. I need my
cell phone. I’m wearing nothing but a nightshirt. My phone is
charging on my desk. They left my door wide open.
Abigail!
My next door neighbor must be seeing this. She’ll take care of the
house and the cats. Maybe she can help.
New screams hit
my ears. They’re dumping Abigail into another van.
“What
have you done with Duncan and
Abigail? Where are you
taking us?” I stomp on toes and struggle hard.
“Put
the bitch out.” There’s a pinch in my neck
before I lose consciousness.
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