There are some things that harder for me to write, but I never thought that one of those things would be describing dancing. Maybe it’s because I have a rare medical condition.

It’s a crippling disease

I will, however, try to do my best to get through this scene so I can get Tyro and her beau Ghislain to their attempted train robbery on time. What’s more Wild West than a train robbery? What’s more Weird West than having the train robbery foiled by Frankenstein’s Monsters?

The novel is coming along as well as it can. I really don’t think I can hit the deadline, but then again – are we surprised? If you are, you must be new to this blog. Welcome! Hope you have fun here. I’m not going to stress this one because I have a good excuse this time: I’m editing The Show Must Go On for agent viewing, so it’s work related. I am double checking every detail, reading over every line to tweak it to be the best it can be. Regardless whether or not I get a favorable pitch in April, I am going to send it out to every agent and publisher that’s dealing with horror. It’s time to get serious about these things.

I’m also working on fleshing out my vampire novel Forever Junkie. I really like the notion of blood being like a drugs, and that each vampire is affected differently. The main character gets it like a hit of heroin, his maker is like a meth head and the big bad villain gets a PCP-like effect. I am trying to really make my vampires stand out from the field, but since I’ve played this game that’s a little harder than usual. I don’t want to give anything away, so that’s all I am going to say about this for now.

Speaking of editing, I am about 20% (give or take, I’m not a math wizard) into The Show Must Go On and boy…am I a bad typist. I know it’s a running joke here, but how many times can I misspell ‘the’? Don’t answer that. I realistically can’t count that high. I’ve also found out I repeat things. I think in one chapter, I brought up the same factoid three times. They say that re-writing is the real writing, and I am starting to believe them. I just need to have a free weekend to enact those changes, since I want to have the first ten pages ready for reading.

I think that’s all for now. I’m going to go to bed and try to work out some things. Good night.

See what’s clogging my YouTube feed. Fascinating, I’m sure.

I really don’t know what to blog about today. The Tyro novel is coming along in drips and drabs because none of my characters seem to want to follow the outline I so generously gave them. It’s weird, isn’t it? Figments of my imagination are dictating to me the terms of the story that is my creation. Is this a sign of schizophrenia? Should I get better drugs and take more counseling?

My wife is reading it, and I have to wonder if she’s going to come to the place where they went off the map, as it were, and say “Ah – this is where it started!”

It started innocently enough. I was writing a scene, and it didn’t feel right, so I asked myself, as I do when I don’t like how a scene is developing, what’s the least likely thing to happen now? The idea hit me, and I wrote it down and now I’m here in a city I had no designs other than the name with a side character who is getting more screen time than the main character. I should trust the characters, as one of my writer friends put it. I do have to admit; this is a little more exciting than what I had planned. There are scenes that are going to get put into the novel because I am not going to let Tyro completely derail everything.

I honestly wonder if any other writers have moments like this. Moments where the characters derail the story unfolding in their head and now, they’re trailing behind their main character shouting at them to slow down so they can catch a breath. It’s wonderful, because it maintains interest in the story for me to write it, but it’s also frustrating because the writing pace slows down if I have no idea what to do next – which having an outline was supposed to fix. I think I’m going to just wing my next book. That does seem to be the best way for me to write.

Other than the side-mind mutiny, there isn’t a lot going on here. I watched the movie HIM, and to be honest…I’m glad I didn’t buy a ticket for it. Maybe in my advanced years, I am looking for more realistic horror. I can see what the movie was aiming for, and I can appreciate the message. I just thought the ending was a little…ill-conceived. I’m not going to spoil it, if you’re still interested. It’s a movie that definitely is worth viewing, but don’t take it too seriously. Especially if you’re a football fan.

Well, I think that’s all for now. I need to get back to the novel and see what they’re going to give Barnabas to eat. At this point, it could be a rabbit stew, it could be candy, it could be a handful of grass. I don’t know, but I can’t wait to see his reaction. Ta-ta for now.