Have you ever been so angry that you could spit nails? That your whole heart is so full of venom that you can't help yourself but to spew really mean nasty shit onto people? It's the one emotion that really causes a person to lose control of their better judgement.  In the moment you don't care about the consequences or the aftermath, all you can see is the red fury of rage that's exploding out of every pore in your body. I can understand why some people have done really awful things when enraged. Not that it makes it o.k, but I can understand. Coincidentally, I felt like that yesterday. Astral feels that now. She has some real anger to figure out over the next little while and sometimes she doesn't handle it very well.

Enjoy the next few chapters, they're doozies. And have a great weekend everybody.

I don't know what it is about commas. I love 'em. I sprinkle them liberally in everything that I write. I don't even need to have a reason to drop one into the middle of a sentence, my finger will just reach out and pop one in for no reason. It seems to be a subconscious effort to keep my writing on par with my thinking. If I pause while writing, I drop in a comma. If there is a pause in dialogue I drop in a comma. My first draft is usually a big mess with 60% too many commas that I have to go back and remove. I guess there could be worse writing habits. Is there a writing habit that you have tried to break but couldn't? Some bane that lurks in your writing that you just can't quit?

Just got home last night from a little mini vacation on Koocanusa Lake. The family went houseboating, and enjoyed a floating house on the lake for a few days. Hot tubbing, Jet skiing, fishing, swimming, and movies and cards at night. I have to admit, it was pretty nice. Normally I poopoo camping in a trailer as not real camping but it was sure nice to be able to turn on a light switch, get water from a tap and change all the linen with ease when 'the kid' threw up in the middle of the night. Koocanusa lake is warm and clear and has tonnes of fish and sandy coastline.  It was really nice. Even in the rain it was fun.

But I am back and chapter 36 has been posted. This chapter was a bit hard to write because I had to keep asking myself, "what would I think if someone said this to me?" I wanted a really honest response. I think if I was confronted with this story and these facts I would react the way Astral does. Over the next few chapters my interpretation of Vampires and the price and prize of immortality is finally explained. Astral has to live it and she gets to face some real existential crisis. Let the roller coaster begin!

This is the official end of Part 1. And yay! Astral and Davn are together again. Finally. I love this part.


I've gone back and rewritten the prologue a bit. Remember way back in the beginning I told you I hated the prologue? Well I still do. I wish I could chuck it out, but I don't think the rest of the book would be very cohesive without it. I need to introduce Saraid in the beginning because even though she has a very small role in the book her presence is the driving force behind everything. The reader needs to know she's there, and what she is. Mostly I've added a bit to Astral's part of the prologue, expanded it a bit and added some description. I went a little cut happy when I was editing and removed a little too much from her story and I just went back and added a little back in. But,  I just did a word count and discovered that the full prologue with both Astral and Saraid's murderous beginnings is almost 15 pages! Yikes. That's a hefty prologue. *weep*

Gotta love editing right. Rewrites are the funnest thing ever. Have a great weekend everyone.

Life has been unusual the last week. First, there is a forest fire very near our house. We can see it burning on the mountain opposite us at night and smoking all day. It's pretty contained and there isn't much real danger but it still feels scary. Second, my dog tackled my legs while I was running and I smashed my phone on the ground, lost everything on it, which really has me bummed, and I hurt myself a little. Dumb dog.  Third, for the first time we are dealing with a major water shortage in our house. The reservoir is very dry and all our neighbours continue to water their grass, so when we turn on our tap to get a drink, wash dishes or bathe there is literally two drips and then nothing. Getting  our own well has skyrocketed to the top of the list of must haves. On a happy note however we have passed the dreaded 'Hay Day' where we have to get a shit load of hay for the horses for the winter and stack it in our shed. It's a hot, dusty, sweaty, itchy, tiring, miserable job that I dread every year, but it's done now and I can be happy again.

Other things have happened or are happening too. We may be getting a third horse, 'The Kid' is turning 2 next week, and I am dreaming up a business plan that may or may not work out. Here's hoping. See you tomorrow for chapter 34.

This chapter always brings a tear, no matter how many times I read it.

Have a great weekend everybody.