Saturday, March 28, 2009

New Title

From Chapel of the Wolves to Wolves in the Chapel to

A Wolf for a Shepherd

I'm still not happy with it. My personal fave so far is

A Wolf Is My Shepherd

but that sounds too much like the Lord's Prayer, right?

Friday, March 20, 2009

This is a true story

Although I can't say it has much of a plot.

Once upon a time, when I was an undergraduate math major at the University of Minnesota Twin Cities, I lived in an apartment on Eight Avenue Southeast and E. Hennepin Avenue, which meant I had to cross hwy 35-W to get from Dinkytown to my place right on the edge when Southeast Minneapolis meets Northeast Minneapolis.

There are several ways over 35W, and I took a different one every night to keep things interesting. My favorite one was the 5th Avenue footbridge, which spiraled around and doubled back on itself.

I was working at Rocky Rococo then, the best pizza you could get in Dinkytown, where, as the Minnesota Daily once reported, pizza parlors outnumber bookstores by three to one. My shift was done at eleven. I was walking home; it was a Friday night. As I did the helix circle of the Fifth Avenue bridge, I passed a little old man heading towards Dinkytown. This was odd enough because it was a student neighborhood, and you met very few people older than college age. And also (sorry if this is a snide comment), how many old people are out and about at about eleven-thirty at night? But the oddest thing was his eyes. They were bright blue--shining blue, like fluorescent lights, only the color of turquoise. No human has eyes like that. I've never seen anything like it, before or after. Bright, glowing eyes--it was clear he was a supernatural being. I don't know if he was good or evil, but the vibe I got passing him was not good. He met my gaze but passed on by, so obviously I was not his target that night. But it utterly terrified me. I went straight home and locked my door, knowing a flimsy cheap hardware store lock and door wouldn't do me a lick of good if he was after me.

I never saw him again, thank goodness, but I can't help wondering if anyone else ever has.

Writing Slowly

Working on the draft three of werewolves. My sweetie has so many wonderful suggestions. Also changed the title from Chapel of the Wolves to Wolves in the Chapel.

On my new project, chapter 3 is done, and now I'm soon to start chapter 4. Got to send the protagonist and her beau out on their first date...I'm thinking a picnic...but am open to any other suggestions. Must also get some action going on solving the first murder.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Werewolves Third Draft

My true love has read every word of the second draft and pronounced it pretty darn good. He suggests certain revisions to the subplot, which I think are indeed necessary, so I am starting draft three with a reworking of that subplot. Yay! I am so grateful to Kurt for reading it all, giving thoughful feedback, and staying positive throughout this whole process.

Meanwhile, the other saga is winding on. Still working on chapter 3.

And a copy of Twilight just came in for me at the library. So... guess I have my reading list pretty much set.

Write on, y'all!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The new project

Well, I finished chapter 2 of the rough draft of the next project. It's a murder mystery set in a small boutique nonprofit agency. The protagonist is a lovely young lady who works as a corporate communications writer. Her love interest is a barista, not at Starbucks. I think to myself, God, chapter 2 is SO early in the process, will I ever finish? far...I have some ideas about where to go next. So that's good. And I'm trying to figure out where to send the two of them on their first date...when they get a first date...some place where something can go drastically wrong, just to keep things interesting.
No supernatural elements in here, although the nonprofit's headquarters are said to be haunted by the ghost of the founder...

Vote the bastards out

This has nothing to do with the subject of this blog, but I'm taking this opportunity to state how incensed I am about the Washington Supreme Court's stay of execution for the murderer in the Holly Washa case. It's utterly irresponsible. The five justices who voted for the stay should be voted out of office.

Shame on our governor, Christine Gregoire, too for stepping aside while the Supreme Court commits this abuse. I'm no Republican but I say it's enough of this liberal bullshit. Enough is enough. Time for common sense to prevail once more.

The reason I'm writing this here is because I was trying to enter a comment on the komonews web site. Well, I jumped through their hoops, created a user name, and then tried to log in to enter my comment, but no, their system won't recognize my user name. Piece of crap. No wonder King5 is the preeminent TV station in Seattle. The only good thing about Channel 4 is Kathi Goertzen, and thank goodness she's back on the air. Anyway, I think it's just as irresponsible of KOMO to fail to report who the assholes are on the supreme court who voted for the stay. I call on every responsible voger in Washington state to vote the assholes out of office.
Also that idiot Richard Sanders. Yes he did the right thing by calling the Bush Administration on their abuses and tyrannies. But...he's committed so many abuses of his own in office here, most recently the conflict of interest business reported this week, and it's time for him to go. For shame on all of these monsters!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Well I think it's cause for celebration

Thanks to those of you who've asked me if I've abandoned this blog because I haven't posted anything in the last two weeks. Not that my followers are so numerous, but it is nice to know that there are people who read this who are not signed up as followers.

Anyway, I've been holed up focusing on finishing the second draft of the werewolf novel. And now it is in my sweetheart's hands, getting its first reading. How scary is that--to open yourself up for scrutiny at last.

But it is time to start my next project (while job hunting and making my way). I'm taking Stephen King's guideline to heart: Write a first draft in six weeks. The six week countdown started yesterday. It'll be a comic murder mystery set in a nonprofit foundation. Should be funny, should be fun.

Meanwhile. we finally have TV again after two months of waiting for Comcast to get its act together. Comcast's lack of motivation is pretty shocking. No wonder EVERYONE complains about them, and not just a little, but a lot. Anyway, I'm hoping to get a glimpse of the HBO series TrueBlood. I've enjoyed Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse novels a lot, so I'm very curious to see how they translate to the visual medium.

It's tree pollen season. That means allergies. My nose is running like a maple tree giving sap. That new cat Natasha was very affectionate last night, but also very wakeful. K & I aren't getting any sleep because of her. Today I'm like a zombie. Meanwhile, she's out like a light--I was changing the sheets on the bed, and she did not wake up. I've never known a cat to sleep so soundly.

Anyhow, I need to go through the werewolf book one more time and will pay close attention too Kurt's feedback. And then, it does out into the wide world and tries to find its way. Fingers crossed!

Good luck to you all.