Writing Update

Not much in the way of writing over the last couple of weeks. I was sick for a whole week and getting back into it was hard, especially when my son was home due to a snow day. I just can’t concentrate with noise around me.


The Watchtower Series: The Prophecies of Mortals (formerly Omens and Portends;Book Five)

I wanted to get chapter seven done this week, but with a snow day and me still feeling kinda bleh from last week’s cold, it didn’t happen. What did happen, I brought out some interesting things hiding in the shadows under Terin Global. Namely, the two poltergeists I first mention in COVENS AND PACKS;

The basement and sub-basements housed all kinds of gateways and dangerous creatures, not to mention the two nasty poltergeists chained down with spells and other magical charms. Then there was the giant mud pool for the hibernating Brosnie. What would the cops do if they saw that? Hell, what would the Brosnie do if it saw them?

Heh, yeah and I set something up that will be revealed in Book 7.  Even if I work on this every day, I don’t know if I’ll have it ready by the holidays. It would be nice; maybe once I’m done with MERCY I’ll do that and leave the revisions for both until the New Year.      


The Hallowell Island Series: The Possession of Mercy Moreau

Almost done. I finished chapter eleven today and now I can start on the final chapter and aftermath. I’m so excited! The story I have now is so much better than before. As much of a pain in the ass as it was, I’m glad I took the time and re-wrote it. For all my bitching, it really wasn’t as painful as I thought.


Okay, sound off! Who finished or is going to finish NaNoWriMo? Tell me! I want to hear all about your experiences!

A Writing Update

To all my writer friends doing NaNoWriMo—KEEP GOING! YOU CAN DO IT!

The Watchtower Series: Omens and Portends (Book Five)

How is this for a new title; THE PROPHECIES OF MORTALS. I came up with the new title last week. Still not sure yet and I may come up with something else.

Finished chapter last week and steadily working on chapter seven. I think this story is going to be the longest one I’ve written so far. I’m up to 30k and still have at least another six chapter. At first I thought I’d have ten more, but I’ve combined a few. Still, the first draft isn’t complete so I really have no idea the length. It would be great to get this book, and THE SAINTS OF BELVEDERE ROAD out early in 2014.

I’m finding some interesting side-plots as well as things for the rest of the books, including a more solid plot for the second stand-alone novel. So many twists and turns, and yes there will be some character deaths. Right now, I have it pegged at four.


The Hallowell Island Series: The Possession of Mercy Moreau

Another couple more chapters and this revision will be done! I’m really excited about it too. I’d like to have the whole thing done by the end of this month then start edits and what not in December, and start sending out the query letter in January. I’ve been looking at some Indie publishers and have a nice variety to submit too. Some seem perfect placement, but time will tell.

I’ve been working on the outline for the second book. I want to try something different with it. Instead of it being a ‘good girl’ why not have her a bad girl. She’s going to be at least ten years younger than the love interest, but they’ve both done time in prison so there’s that bond. Plus, I have a real good reason for her to hook up with _____ (No, not giving you his name, :P).


Steampunk Series: Arlington Creed and the Case of the Marinated Mariner (For Anthology)

Just as I predicted, I’ve gone over the 10k mark. I’ve decided to write several of the first draft of this series before I do anything with it. I need to get a feel for the length of the stories. Right now, this one could come in under 20k, but the next could be more. If that’s the case and all the rest of the stories are novel length, it would serve me well to put the first free and have the rest paid, like I’m doing for THE WATCHTOWER series.



I came up with two stand-alone novel ideas over Hallowe’en. I don’t know why, but these too just jumped out at me. I’ve jotted down a rough outline and plot for the first; a supernatural/paranormal horror/mystery called DOWN FINNEGAN’S HOLLOW, and the second, well it’s still rough. Very rough. I don’t even have a working title for it yet. I’ve got about 2k done on the first chapter of HOLLOW and I pulled THE CARRIERS from rotation to work on it.

I might work THE CARRIERS over the weekends. I need to think more about how this whole thing will work out, plus it’s nice to work on a story I know doesn’t have sequel.


Are you doing NaNo this year? If so, how do you like it so far?

Teaser Tuesday; The Possession of Mercy Moreau

As some of you may know, I’m working on a paranormal romance. What makes mine different than others, is that I’m trying to create it in its Gothic roots; where the paranormal is a background element, rather than a characteristic. Gothic horror always had an element of romance in it, and so does this. Only steamier.


This teaser introduces one of Mercy’s new lovers. Warning! Graphic Language!

Here is this Teaser Tuesday’s excerpt from The Possession of Mercy Moreau.


The waitress picked up the menu and walked away, leaving Mercy alone again. She shifted in her seat and looked out the huge window next to her table. The light from the building front barely made it across the parking lot and the woods looked dark and eerie. She glanced skyward to the rock face that looked out over the channel. It was steep and very high. She was pretty sure the light she’d seen with the deck hand was somewhere around this area but as she shifted to get a better look at the outside, a shuffling sound along with chair legs scraping across the floor seemed a little too close, and was followed by a feeling she was being watched. The smell of engine fluid and alcohol was strong. Mercy turned back around in her chair and discovered the table directly in front of her was now occupied.

He nodded at her. His auburn hair hung down past his shoulders and looked like some of the motor oil on his clothing greased his hair back. “Ain’t seen you around here before?” He slurred his words as he played with the moustache that framed his mouth. He could barely keep his eyes open and reminded her of the bikers she’d seen riding around town in the summer.

Mercy smiled and looked away. He was trouble in more ways that one.

“What? Don’t you talk?”

“Leave her alone, Clyde,” her waitress said, coming around and placing some condiments down on Mercy’s table.  “The woman doesn’t need you bugging her. Go sit back at your own table.”

He kept his focus on Mercy. “But I wanna eat here?”

Mercy felt uncomfortable under his glare and tried to focus on something outside of the inn.

“Well I’m not serving you if you sit there.”

This got Clyde’s attention. “You better fuckin’ serve my food!”

Her waitress stepped between tables, blocking his view of Mercy. “You get off your drunken ass, you ignorant son-of-a-bitch, and walk yourself back over to the other side of the room, or I’ll call Carl out here and he’ll throw your sorry ass out.”

Clyde leaned back in his chair, almost like he couldn’t focus on her any other way. “Carl wouldn’t do that. He’s my friend.”

“Carl doesn’t give a rat’s ass about you.” She put her hands on her hips. “Now move!”

Mercy heard the chair legs scrap along the floor as Clyde stood and shuffled his way back across the room. He sat down with several other men, all dressed in the same backwoods, grease-monkey outfit.

“I don’t know what you were getting so upset about, Aggie” Clyde said, falling into a chair. “I just wanted to talk to the pretty lady.”

“Well that’s fine, but she just got here and the last thing she needs is to be bothered by the likes of you.” She put some food down in front of him. “Especially since you’ve been drinking.”

The young woman walked back into the kitchen, coming out a few moments later with a sandwich on a plate. Mercy watched her in the reflection of the window as she grabbed the coffee pot and headed back her way.

“Sorry about Clyde, here,” the waitress said and put the plate down in front of her. “I promise he won’t bother you again.”

Mercy smiled as more coffee was added to her cup.

“Clyde’s a jerk. Even more so when he’s drunk.”

Mercy nodded as she picked up her sandwich. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.” She pointed at her nametag. “My name’s Aggie. If you need anything, feel free to come and ask. Enjoy your meal.”

Mercy nodded as her phone rang. She looked at the small blue screen before she flipped it open.

“Mrs. Macintyre, hello! I hope my call didn’t get you out of bed…Good, I was a little worried that it was too late to arrive….I’m not sure. I’m at the inn in Lennox right now… Oh good. Okay, would you like me to come now or in the morning?…Sure, not a problem. See you in a while.”

Mercy closed her phone and dropped it back into her purse. Mrs. Macintyre sounded older on the phone than her fifty-five years. From the exchange in emails the last couple of months Mercy pretty much knew the Macintyre family history off by heart. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she bit into her sandwich. At least she wouldn’t need to spend the night here. Maybe it was because she was sitting next to a very large window, but she couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched.

Mercy took the occasional glance out the window, watching things in the diner through the reflection. Aggie was right about Clyde. He never came back her way again, but he did give her a really long look when he and his friends left the inn. It sent shivers through her the way he smiled at her. Like he knew she was watching him through the reflection, and liked it. Mercy looked away. She wasn’t used to men looking at her like that; like she was some piece of meat. She felt her face get warm as a knot tightened in her throat as she chewed her food. Being single, starting over; none of this was going to be easy.

She didn’t stay long after she finished her food. She left Aggie a nice tip as a thank-you for running interference with Clyde. It was the least she could do for dealing with that drunk.

The cool night air was refreshing. It wasn’t this cool back in the city. A chill ran through her again and she hurried to her car. Maybe she should have brought warmer clothing. As she keyed the lock on her car, shouts and laughter echoed in the night from somewhere across the street. Mercy froze as she saw the same drunk man standing in the parking lot of the local convenience store, standing around with his friends. Her hands trembled as he stopped joking around and looked straight at her. He wasn’t two-hundred feet away, but it felt like he was right there, on the other side of her car.

He started walking toward her. Mercy’s heart raced as she yanked open the car door and got inside. She didn’t want to look at him, but could see him coming closer from the corner of her eye; stumbling in a drunken walk as he made his way toward the road. She fumbled with her keys trying to find the one to start the car, and looking at the diner, hoping to see Aggie, but her saviour wasn’t anywhere to be seen. She keyed the ignition but the car wouldn’t start. Mercy’s eyes teared up as she tried again and again to get the car going.

The quick alarm of a police siren caused her to jump back in her seat. The black and white patrol car pulled up in front of Clyde and stopped. She watched, hunched over her steering wheel as the officer got out and pointed at the drunk. A low, muffled, and rather angry voice argued with the officer, but after more finger-pointing and the removal of handcuffs from the officer’s belt, the men got into a beat-up pickup truck. Mercy glanced quickly back at the diner. This time Aggie was standing by the entrance, her arms crossed, glaring at the scene across the street. She looked over at Mercy, smiled and nodded.

Mercy managed a weak smile back as the engine roared to life with the turn of the key. She sat and waited until the pick-up truck drove down one of the empty side streets before she put her own it in drive and pulled away. Mind you, she kept a close eye on her rear-view mirror. Just in case.

There were no street lights on the road into Hallowell. Mercy kept switching her gaze from the road ahead, to the rear-view mirror. Last think she wanted was to be alone on a stretch of highway with Clyde and his cronies behind her. She was so caught up with what might be going on behind her that she almost missed the turn off to the Macintyre’s home.

The driveway was better lit than the road with several replica gas-lamps lining the driveway up to the house. Mercy pulled up to the huge two-story Victorian home and let out a deep breath. She was beginning to feel better about being her and her anger with Thomas was just about gone. At least she was off the road.

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