News and Notes
Normal continues to be elusive. Sadly, I've been in a funk for some time and can't seem to break out of it. If anyone out there wants to donate a vacation to the cause, I will not object. Surely drinks with umbrella's are the cure to feeling funky.
It's the first of the year and I resume work on the second book in the Lucifer trilogy. Did you ever get done with the holidays and ask yourself what the hell just happened? I'm there right now. I hope to feel more normal soon.
Well, it's finished. Thirty plus pages of mayhem and fun. The early reviews of the beta reads have been encouraging. I hope that when it is published others will enjoy reading Lucifer and the King of Teotihuacàn as much and I have enjoyed writing it.
Whenever I add something to this page I feel like I'm coming up for air. It's one of the strangest truths in my writing, the sense of separation I get from any kind of objective reality. It is like standing in the doorway between two worlds; the one in which I live and the one in which I create. I hope I never reach a point where I can't tell the difference between the two.
I've taken a side road, and things have gotten interesting. Mesoamerican culture has always been something of a passion, and the other night I had a dream about an ancient city in central Mexico: Teotihuacan. I know, who dreams about shit like that? Apparently I do, and hopefully it will evolve into something interesting. From time to time it benefits me to step aside from the novel and reenergize with something else, and I have taken to writing a short story based on my dream. So far I've been flying through the first draft, and will have some beta readers look at it shortly. The novel will still be there when I return.
Excerpt from the sequel to Clockwork Angels
Oh, thou stupid bitch, Lucifer thought bitterly, rubbing his head. A pox on thy twat for all eternity.
He was already frustrated. Eve could be deliberately stupid in a way that was simply beyond Adam, who was comparatively easy to understand: pecker first, stomach second, and everything else a distant third. Woman was far more nuanced, and convincing her to eat the damn apple was going to be more difficult than Lucifer had thought.
Uriel, archangel and guardian of Eden - and Lucifer’s one true friend - laughed his ass off when shown the lump resultant of Lucifer’s recent braining. Appearing in spider form may not have been the best way to broach the apple subject to the first woman.
“Spiders the woman loveth not, Lucifer,” Uriel said, wiping his eyes. “Art thou retarded?”
“Go violate thyself, dear friend.”