Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I'm setting a deadline for myself. By March 2011 I will have my first novel completed, revised and then published.
Self publication is okay with me -more than okay. Whatever it takes I will get it done. As long as I take the deadline seriously it should be smoothe sailing. Who doesn't thrive under a little [self inflicted] pressure?
Monday, September 27, 2010
BargainingAt first she thought she was dreaming but then she heard it again, that same low and ominous voice. It seemed a carnivorous snarl as the sound reverberated through the room.“Lillux, wake up.”She sat up in bed and surveyed the room. Thankfully her Demon senses kept her from being handicapped by the lack of light, but still she saw nothing. She stood up to see that Dallan was still soundly asleep and clearly heard nothing, and she waited to see if she would hear it again.“Come here,” the voice coldly instructed. She left the room following the voice’s origin and rounded the corner back out to the parking lot where the car was. She looked around and appeared to be alone when suddenly there came a smell… A very distinctly pungent and familiar scent she quickly recognized as her Boss. It was not unlike that of a slaughterhouse smell; rancid and reeking with death. It felt like eons since she’d been in his presence. Panic grew inside her as she thought about all the ways in which he would surely make her suffer for her massive blunder.A light brushing on her back abruptly suspended her thoughts and hastily she swung around to find herself face to face with the manager of the motel. She would have been taken aback if she didn’t already know of her Boss’s ability to seize the form of humans. Those who were not without great sin were of the easiest to possess. It had her wondering about the life of the man who now stood before her, though it was of no consequence.“You’ve been a naughty girl, Lillux.” He said gruesomely, trailing a fingernail down his cheek. His other arm folded over his chest. “If it were not for those telltale dreams of his it could have taken me longer to find you.”She directed her eyes toward the busted up asphalt ground under her feet.“Your Grace… Please--”“Forgive you?” He interjected, starting to circle around her like a vulture waiting for a stray animal, death eminent. “It looks to me as if you’ve already chosen whose side you’re on.” He scoffed at her. The superior weight of his words nearly crushed her larynx.It only took being in his mere presence. Already she felt her old-self returning to the surface, clawing at her conscience for release. As her fear ate away the humanity being with Dallan had given her, it was replaced with the iniquity she had started out with. She was momentarily surprised by how swiftly it came but she was in no position -literally- to question anything at the moment.“I chose wrong, Your Grace,” she croaked. It was as simple as that."That just won't do then will it, pet?" He stopped circling and planted himself behind her, Lillux still staring at the ground ahead. She could hear his nostrils flare as he inhaled deeply, smelling the Herbal Essences she had used on her hair in the shower the evening before."You've become spoiled on this plane, I see. Too long have you enjoyed all that mortals have come to love. It's clear now I was mistaken to trust you with this task, and that disappoints me greatly in you." A pause. "You."His words themselves were enough to disown her, as if that hadn't already happened. As he spoke the words breeched her core like a searing rod into a flame and it broke her spirit. Whatever spirit a demon had, anyway. She was Big Red's right hand woman for hundreds of years. Long enough even though she wasn't nearly as old as most of the big-wigs of the Underground and Red had often said it was something he loved to hate about her. Her youth made her more aggressive and eager to please but with that came a degree of immaturity and insolence. Still he had trusted her to lead mission after mission without cause for fail and now here she stood, ashamed to have ever admitted love for a human man. A former angel to top it off."Are we thinking about our Mr. Cruz still?" he probed, as if knowing where her mind was. She fought with herself as to how to reply, not knowing what he would want to hear most, and also not knowing what was the most truthful. She did believe she had loved him, and maybe she still did underneath all of her demonic interiors. But she wouldn't want to tell Red that. No way."I'm sorry your Grace my mind is elsewhere right now, but Dallan is not at the forefront of my worries." Okay, noncommittal enough, she supposed. "I've been hurting since you have forsaken me." And definitely not a lie.A calloused hand appeared on her shoulders and Lillux felt hot, tainted breath on her neck. The strands of her hair moving to and from with the motion of his breathing and it sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes rolled closed and she moaned, remembering. It felt like old times. Ecstasy in the arms of her Big Red lover. Even though she knew the man grasping her was someone else she could still remember the tantalizing sight of him. Contrary to popular belief he was not red, though Big Red was always her favorite name for him. Her name for him. In return he simply called her pet. A name she had come to adore. He didn't have horns or a tail either, but could he manifest them if he wanted? For sure. Often times she'd seen him with wings but never knew why, he didn't have to fly anywhere. He could just teleport. Anywhere within the reaches of Hell he could appear at will. Crossing over planes into Earth however was more of a challenge and he couldn't even get into Heaven, naturally.The borrowed hands slowly massaged and rubbed their way all over her neck and shoulders, eventually moving up the sides of her face, then fingers ran through her Cherry Blossom scented hair. She leaned her head into his palm and a breathy sigh creeped from her lips."I want you back, my Lillux," he whispered into her ear, raspy and sensual yet intimidatingly commanding. "I came to make you an offer,” he said, those hands never ceasing their ministrations. “I couldn't let you go without a fight. And not because of my generosity but of my affections for you."Then the massaging stopped and Lillux was compelled to open her eyes. He’d glided around to stand in front of her, those golden eyes of the Devil gleaming behind his mortal mask. In only the presence of his spirit the memory of him was so overwhelming that she could actually see him, and no longer saw the man he possessed.Her arms drooped to her side with abandon. Her legs all but buckled beneath her. A handsome fiend he was. Strong and muscular with fair features despite his depictions and folklore. Blonde straight hair long enough to fit into a pony-tail and the most fierce golden almond shaped eyes. She reveled at the long forgotten sight of him... Dallan who? she thought."What, uh... do you want?" She pounded out between harsh breaths. She was so stricken she completely forgot her formalities.A vicious grin broke out across his face. A dark laughter erupted from his throat."That's my pet," he said, stroking her hair. "I will reinstate your status, and you will join me once again. Fight only for my cause, beside me where you belong." He nipped at her chin with his thumb and index finger, much like an annoying aunt would to a little child."If...?" she kept it going."You need to rejoin the mission at hand and carry out my order. With out fail, this time. Or I won't be so gracious in my punishment." He emphasized his words intricately for her. The Devil doesn’t appreciate buyers remorse and he ensures a simple bond between him and his business partners. Because that’s what this was now, a business deal. As much as she hated to admit it, their relationship would never be the same. She’d messed up beyond repair in his eyes. You damned fool.All the same the offer was mouth-watering. She didn't have a flicker of doubt that she would take it, and she would not fail this time. She was 100% confident she could do this and would enjoy the fruits of her labor with Red at his throne again, even if it were different now. Whatever meant escaping from her wretched feelings for Dallan, and his teacher’s pet tag-along. Deal!"Anything you wish, Red, I wish it too." And just like that she was back. An electrifying jolt pulsated through her body and she convulsed briefly with intense, searing pain. She let out a screeching cry - which surprisingly nobody seemed to hear even considering the time of morning.When her pain and body movements subsided she was stunned at how great and renewed she felt! This was the best it'd ever been! Her powers were back in full force and just to prove it she shot a large string of energy out of her fingertips to a tree at the end of the lot. Flashes of lightning yellow burst into it and it cracked and capsized. Lillux jumped up and down in excitement, like the little girl she was. Shut up Lillux! Strap on your big-girl horns."Oh Red, I feel amazing!" She came to a halt and looked him in the eyes. His eyes. "I won't let you down this time. I will get the job done. If I have to cut his head off myself I will do it."He was laughing now, clearly amused by that same childlike eagerness he used to find endearing before. "You will leave his head to me, my pet. Though your newly rediscovered need to please will come in very, very handy." He drew his words out, gave her a sinister wink. "I have to go. I feel this body dying around me and I must get out of it. There's one more thing I need to share with you now, Lillux." His tone grew deep and serious as it had before. Her eyes widened with attentiveness."I need you to help me with this little part of the Prophecy,” he laced his fingers together and twiddled his thumbs, as casual as ever. “It escaped us before, you see. It was so clever of Him to disguise the little witch, but we now know who she is and what must be done."Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew to ten times their normal size. (Figuratively.) The third key player in the Prophecy… They knew who it was? Her team had been searching for months, following every lead they could get their claws and talons and beaks on and still nothing turned up. Not even any points in the general direction. There were simply no signs of who the witch could be or where on the globe she possibly was.Before she could even take a guess Big Red leaned in, kissed her on the forehead and in a flash of light time stood still. It blinded her to the point of shielding her eyes with her forearm, squinting as if gazing directly into the sun. She saw nothing.And then there, as clear as day was the one who bared the Gift of God. She gasped in astonishment as she saw then what must be done. She would do it too.And then the vision was over; and her Devil was gone.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Right now I'm up to 15,770 words and seven chapters in my most recent WIP. If I get a minute today I also feel like trying to take antoher stab at my Angel story but I'm not holding myself to it.
Back to writing while I have the chance!
Monday, August 30, 2010
BUT I'm going to bed =) Happy with myself and a job well done, I think.
This is a new story too so as usually I'm excited about it. This one as been unfolding rather nicely though I must say. Maybe we'll finally even produce a full draft this time! Yes!? =) It's the shapeshifter piece I've finally been trying to put to pen only it changed quite a bit as I hashed it out. Instead of a male shifter it's female. The bare bones idea reminds me of The Little Mermaid, actually. Kind of an interesting comparison if you have no idea what my story is really about I'm sure. Which, none of you do, so...
Anyway, GOODNIGHT. I'm giong to sleep like a baby in the womb tonight. Hopefully more writing is going to be on its way tomorrow.
OH, as well as my replacement Nook! I forgot to share that my precious Nookie (that's right!) crapped out on me. Luckily it's a manufacture booboo so it's being replaced for me, totally free of charge. I was scared for a while there that I'd have to spring for a brand new one out of pocket. But yeah it should be coming tomorrow if all goes well, which I hope it does because I've really been wanting to try out some other Charlene Taglia lately. (Very dirty woman!)
Anyway for real this time... GOODNIGHT!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
I have 8,827 words right now and if I hadn't neglected my quota the other night, I would have at least a thousand more. I need to get out of this habit I have of not touching my netbook all day and then staying up all night to meet it. I guess if that is what works for me I should be thankful there is something. Tonight isn't a good night to wait until 11:22 to start writing however, because at 8 in the morning I have to start getting ready for my garage sale at 9. I'm NOT looking forward to this and all I can say is, I pray we make a lot of money. August kind of just snuck up on us and it is for whatever cosmic reason, a rather expensive month.
Oh but I got The Bodyguard in the mail today from Lorie O'Clare, autographed =) I was very excited about that and I can't wait to read it.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I've been looking into self-publishing sites and so far I'm interesting in Lulu and Smashwords and it makes me ever more excited to finish it up with my novels! I think I'll start on Smashwords as eBooks and then after I get a handful sold and commented on I will perk it up for print. Sounds like an incredibly exciting idea to me and definitely keeps me going =)
I am also trying to stick to just one writing project at a time. I love my Angel and I miss him terribly but I guess now just isn't the right time for him. I still have great faith in the ideas but the story it self is hard to develope. Plus being able to devote all of my writing time to one project is really getting things done! I have only typed at this story a half a dozen times and I already have 14 pages and over 7500 words. It's working out great for me to have time to focus on it, even if it does mean I don't get to bed till after 1AM every night!
Speaking of which, it's bedtime. It's 12:44, I'm getting to bed early tonight! ;-)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
- Continue down the path I've thus far paved for myself; working on my trilogy that may or may not be too involved and difficult for me as a writer right now...
- Accept my need for growth before undertaking a story of that multitude and starting with an idea that is just plain easier. Simple. Close to home.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Reaching the ruins of their house was not without hard feelings. They got out of the car and the two women maneuvered their way under the yellow caution tape and up to the front door that was hanging on by a thread. Dallan stood next to his driver's side door and could only bring himself to stare. He recognized, - no, remembered, - his half-a-quarter-acre front lawn, which he'd seeded last summer, and the hand-laid brick walkway leading up to the porch. He followed it, every step a stabbing pain in his heart. Although he knew it to be true he just couldn't swallow being able to remember what never really was. He made it as far as the swinging bench on the porch which had inexplicably been the only thing untouched by the blast. He sat down as he'd done many times before, only this time realizing it was actually his first. Using his senses to really take in the experience he felt the weathered piece of pine under his fingertips, running them along the length of the armrest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the mixed smell of sulfur and burnt wood fill his nose. He wondered to whom this house belonged nine weeks ago, and who sat in this bench before him today. It would have given him a peaceful and content feeling to be sitting there just a day ago; if he didn't have to now live with the knowledge that he as a person didn't exist and he'd done something terrible to deserve it. The sound of footsteps was getting louder and disrupted his wallowing. He looked up to see Elina looking caringly down toward him.
She leaned her body against the doorframe, possibly not the best idea considering, though it held her weight. He gave her a weak smile and she returned it with a bright, beautiful one.
"You okay?" she tried.
"I will be." He said, not wanting to bring her down but still unwilling to lie.
"This must feel like torture to you. I wish there was something I could be doing to help." She fiddled with the lowest button on her shirt clearly anxious.
He deepened his gaze with her, hoping to reach her soul with his words so that once and for all she wouldn’t feel sorry for him. He didn’t deserve it from her.
"This isn't your responsibility, Elina, but know that I appreciate the sentiment. You should also know that any torment I feel about my nonexistent past is overshadowed by the misery of bringing you into this."
There wasn't any time for her to reply. Breaking the stare between them Maya burst outside.
"Okay folks, we're done here." She said, toting with her two decently sizable bags. "Let’s hurry and stop at Elina's so we can get back on the road. We'll also need gas before too long." She was full of haste and didn't even stop walking as she spoke. Dallan wanted to take one last look at the heap of what "used to" be his but he couldn’t bring himself to look back.
ELINA FOLLOWED DALLAN AND MAYA BACK TO THE CAR. Soon she would have to say goodbye to her cozy apartment that she'd only inhabited a few months, perhaps forever. She did her best to push the thought of never returning to her life out of her head and she couldn’t help but feel selfish in comparison to how Dallan was feeling. At least she didn’t have to go through the trauma of learning something so drastic and horrific about herself.
Hoping it would give her the necessary distraction she rolled down her window and closed her eyes into the breeze. She was momentarily reminded of the dream she had back at the motel. The sweet wind caressed her face just as the cloud mist had not six hours ago, and before she could fight it she had fallen asleep and been placed right back into where her dream had left off.
Property of Heather Schulz © 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Hordes of demons made their way up the stairwell to the rooftop where I stood powerless to defend myself. I stared at the roof door waiting for it to burst open and panicked, sure that I was soon to meet my Maker when something appeared. Swooping down from the Heavens to my rescue, it was him. It was as if he had picked up on some kind of divine beacon that I was in trouble and knew exactly where I needed him. I bound into his strong embrace and rejoiced in the fact that he came for me and I was safe. His massive outreaching wings seemed to tell those demons to back off and they hissed and hurdled around wildly before they ebbed back to where they came from. By time I realized I had no reason to be scared anymore we were in the air miles above the chaos of what almost was my death. Into silver clouds we soared and I could feel the delicate mist kiss my skin as we went. We went on for miles, over mountain ranges and great bodies of water and Mother Nature left me speechless.
After a while the Grand Canyon came into view and we slowly started to descend. Even from this high up the view tingled my senses. We came in for a landing and my legs gave way out from under me, causing me to hit the red dirt with a hard THUD. It was a little embarrassing I knew it didn’t matter after what just happened.
“That was such a natural high!” He reached out to help me to my feet and I caught a smile on his face. His perfect face. Our hands touching was magic and his skin felt like warm milk and honey – smooth and comforting. I stood up still very weakly, kept held of his hand and looked up into his eyes. They were a turquoise blue so incredible I could see the Heavens behind them.
“Are you alright?” He stared back into mine.
“Remarkably.” I songed, still swimming in his eyes. “How did you know where I was? How is it you knew to save me?” I didn’t even care what a stupid question that was at this point.
“I felt you. Your pulse beats fervently inside me, I will always know where to find you if you need me.”
I could hardly stand hearing his words for fear of ever losing them. I didn’t want to spend another second of life without my wondrous yet mysterious hero and didn’t know what to do or say to make him stay, and I had a feeling he would resist.
“Who are you?” I held on tighter to him praying to never let go.
His name was as beautiful and special as he was. He leaned down as I stood up in order to meet him for a kiss. Our lips touched for only a second before I was violently pulled from him, plunging helplessly into the chasm below. I jerked in the air falling for what felt like hours with no world or __________ in sight when finally I appeared on my feet standing on a red cobblestone road. On either side were twisted barren trees that grew as high as my eyes could see. There appeared to be no sky or end to the trees at all and the road looked like it went on forever. I was shaking and grew increasingly scared and vulnerable when I started seeing a dark figure coming towards me on the road. As it got closer I saw at least a dozen massive black horses pulling a monstrous black carriage stampeding its way right for me. I dove off to the side of the road and hit…