Writing start: 10:36AM.
Finish: 2:40 PM.
Total new words: 700
Edited (est.): 12,600
1. Book Two of Angel: The long and short blurbs are ready, as are the keywords I will use.
Here's the long blurb:
When he was a mortal, Ray Wilms had no time or patience for children. Despite being an educator, he couldn't stand them.
As an angel of death, his very first assignment back to Earth is to save a sixteen-year-old girl from her family and church.
Her name is Deanna, and she's thinking of killing herself. She is a brilliant young woman gifted in mathematics, which was his subject of expertise. As he gets to know her, he finds himself increasingly awed by her inner beauty and strength. Despite her horrific circumstances, she fights on, her soul intact and luminous.
Ray is deeply moved and inspired by her example--and enraged by the hell she's going through. He's an angel of death, and it's time to go to work.
Here's the short:
In this sequel to Angel: Book One, we follow Ray Wilms, newly trained angel of death, as he goes on his first assignment back to Earth. He must save a sixteen-year-old girl from her family and church, and from her plans to commit suicide. The more he learns about her, the more he cares for her and her welfare, and the more outraged he is by her circumstances. As Deanna's plight unfolds, so does his plan to take care of her--and to bring to justice those who have put her through so much hell.
And here are the keywords:
angel of death
christian fundamentalist bigotry
evangelical hypocrisy Donald Trump
becoming a father
3. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: I'm closing in on the end of this chapter. I'm just trying to align it properly with events in the previous chapters.
4. Watson: Read-through
5. Book Two Cheapery St.: Primary edit 3 completed!
6. Dread Pirate Roberts (2): Primary edit 1 completed!
Notes: I'm very pleased with this fan-fiction project. I think readers of high-seas adventures, not just The Princess Bride, would find it engaging and worth their time.
7. Slum: 300 new words
Notes: It's difficult writing this nightmare sometimes. Today was one such day.
8. T-Bag (new fan-fiction from Prison Break): Off
Extra note: I scatter seed for the birds. I watch them enjoy it.
I don't jump up and down and scream: "Look at me! Look at me! I have bird seed! Come and get it!"
Another image suffices, that of a great, thin, tall tower. It's surrounded by millions of people, all of whom push and fight one another to get closer to it.
There are people in the tower. Not many. They are wined and dined by butlers, and hounded by the media, and trail dollar bills when they walk, so rich they are. The higher they are in the tower, the richer they are, the more they are idolized and hated by the masses clamoring to get closer.
On rare occasion a door at the base of the tower opens, and one of the closest of the fighters and pushers is admitted inside. Those left behind try to stop the person. Others beg, "How did you do it? Please tell me! Please!"
One more image.
In Hell--at least in Dante's Hell--people chase flags that they can never reach. They chase them for eternity.
This is my blog. It's an author blog. It features my work, such as it is. It's a channel, one of many I employ, to the world at large.
I don't belong to Facebook. I don't belong to Twitter. I never will. I don't frequent author forums, which are ultimately about book promotion, no matter what they might claim to the contrary. I refuse to jump up and down and hope the birds pay attention to me. I refuse to join the crowd surrounding the tower. I refuse to chase flags.