So the virus almost killed Jed, but didn’t. Instead it transformed him again. He is now, most likely, the only hybrid vampire/werewolf on the sparsely populated planet. His new set of skills surpass those of either group.
I did something here that I love to do – I reference one of my other writings. In this case, I mention the vonCrapp brothers. If you haven’t read anything about them, there are two published stories. The shorter one (should be free) is just an incident, but a good introduction. Safari in the Mist is a novella and a lot of fun. BA and Victor vonCrapp have a lot going for them, and time and distance don’t seem to be barriers. But, as Lone Wolf says, that’s another story.
Oh, and we’ve almost brought the group back together.
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Back to the girls, who have no idea what the others are doing.
Maddie, however, isn’t the kind of woman to simply sit idly by and wait for a rescue. Still, escape plans can be tricky.
Or should be tricky.
Do you notice the chapters getting a little shorter? It’s important to keep the narrative moving forward. At this point in the story, I’m moving chess pieces toward the end game.
Sam’s self-centered personality is legendary. His plan seems to be working perfectly.
August is in a pickle, but he’s August and he doesn’t seem worried. Yet some primal fear does descend as he enters the Doctor’s arena.
Sam is working another angle, too.
Where does Gary get cheese puffs? And do they really last forever?
Story ideas are easy. They come to me all the time. Sometimes I rush to my (handwritten) journal and write them down. Sometimes I just lose them to a bad memory and faded time.
Still, here’s one from my journal and I think it might make a good story in the future.
How far would you travel to save your brother’s life? Across town? Across the country? Across the world? If you were brilliant, maybe you’d travel across time.
“Fifty bucks,” the cop sneered, as he sipped from his cup of coffee. “You got fifteen minutes to talk to me, and it’ll cost you fifty bucks.” The pasty-faced secretary grinned at him, like they shared a secret.
I thought about paying him, looking at the two grocery bags I held. The contained what was left of a ten and a twenty, with four coins left over. My wallet was empty.
I hated it here – the poverty, the corruption. My anger surfaced.
“Listen, you moron. Never say that out loud to someone.” I shook my head and growled at his bafflement. “Finesse. I have a phone app that just recorded you and sent it to my off-site server.” I sighed, trying to look frustrated. It wasn’t difficult.
“Just fifteen damned minutes, ” I added.
Someone behind me shoved me into the cop counter. I tried to put eh bags down carefully, but one tipped and the oranges rolled across the counter, one of them dropping to the floor on the other side.
Rough hands pulled my cell phone from my pocket. Others yanked my wallet out.
“Says here he’s Alpha’s brother.”
“I don’t see anything on his phone.”
“Nothin’ in the wallet, Pike.”
Pike came back to the desk, carefully putting the oranges back in the upright grocery bag. “Oh,” he said, “here’s one more, sir.” I heard the orange split open as he stepped on it. He put the crushed orb into my paper sack, wiping his fingers on my shirt.
“I don’t give a damn who you tell, Micah Samite.”
“Well, there’s Tony Stapleton at the New York Times. He and I have worked together for years.” I put my phone and wallet back in my pockets, my eyes narrowed. “He’s Managing Editor.”
Except he wasn’t. Not yet. Not for seventeen long years yet.
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Readers might be disappointed in another short chapter, but this happens as you reach the crescendo of the book. All the players need to move into their spots, and that takes some small moves as well as some large ones. Drop a little foreshadowing into the chapter, and it all works out.
Transition is important when telling a tale, even if it is a “meanwhile, back on the ranch” sort of thing.
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Some chapters are short. The reader needs the transition information, so you put what you need.
In this one I had to make sure people understood that August had a pretty good idea what was going on – but he planned to go through with it anyway. He didn’t feel he had a choice.
But we know he isn’t stupid, so what’s on his mind?
That’s a different chapter. We’re moving toward the showdown now.
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Chapter 36 published on my blog last Wednesday and traffic to read the book is up – a lot. Thirteen chapters left until the end of the book, and everything does wrap up well.
We finally get back to Jed in his pursuit of Maddie and Sam, and I realized I needed a much faster way for the two of them to get to Vegas. So I needed a plane. Now, there’s no doubt that Lone Wolf, with his century of experiences, could fly a plane, but a plane needs regular maintenance and care. So chapter 36 introduces Caru, an old friend of Lone Wolf – and (of course) a pilot with a plane. The old man grew on me as the book progressed from this point. You’ll see what I mean.
Here’s an anecdotal tale. I have a hard time with names. They have to fit my character, but they can’t be too bizarre. Calling the major bad guy “Major Guy Badenass” just doesn’t work for me (except in my working book on Robin Hood, but that’s another story – literally). So I struggled with naming my pilot. I had a mental picture of him (which grew clearer as I wrote later, of course), but no name. In these cases, I don’t stop writing – I just give the character a name like Alpha or Beta and move on.
My boss at work sent an email to the team, and spelled Cary’s name “Caru.” Exactly what I needed. Caru got a kick out of it, and a new nickname – and a sort of immortality in my book.
It’s been a busy year. Darling and I traveled to four different countries, and I only managed to write while in Costa Rica. Acapulco, Ecuador and Panama – not so much. My Sci-Fi novel is well in work, but I do need to crack down and finish it.
Here’s an interesting fact about how I work. I lie in bed at night thinking of plot points. A few weeks ago I awoke with a solution to what I consider a small problem in the plot. I stumbled out to breakfast, where Darling gave me a cup of coffee and I told her I had a fix for it – and probably what the fix was. What I should have done was write it down! I have no idea how to resolve the problem, and I’m not sure what problem I solved.
Write it down before you talk about it! If you have a story you want to tell – write it down. If you have an idea – write the entire thing down!
As an aside, I did come up with a new twist, and I’m going to build that in. I wrote it down…
Wow, you probably think I dropped off the face of the Earth, except I don’t see anybody reading this site, so there’s that…
Chapter 17 of Hunting August Moon tried to convey the good heart of Tomas’s father, Luis. You see it a lot in literature – the bad person with one or more good parents who don’t want to see the evil in the heart of their child. That’s what we have in this case. I think Luis sees that, but doesn’t want to accept it. Denial. (Not just a river in Egypt!)
Take care. -vince