Sunday, January 31, 2010

Hello World

Will be posting here shortly. Stay tuned.

Character Interview: John Saberhagen


Name? John Saberhagen    

Age? 29

What do you do? Tattooist, part time DJ.

Family? my girlfriend and my sister. My mother is still around, but I will not speak to her.

Favorite music? Depends what I am doing. While cooking i like classical. When I am in the shop, what ever makes the customer feel at ease.  When I DJ, what ever the crowd wants.

What do you do for fun? Cook.  Build mechanical stuff, I would like to try to build robots. Have not succeeded yet, but it's been fun to teach myself.

What kind of people do you dislike? There is not a certain type of person. It's what you do.

How do you feel about the events in the novel? I'm still dealing with it. On one hand it is nice to finally see Beka with her head straightened out. But on the other hand, I saw some nasty stuff. Beka won't tell me everything. Maybe that's a good thing.

Why are manhole covers round? Good question. I have no idea.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

WIP Wednesdays Chapter Three

WIP means, still not polished and things may changed, you have been warned.


Lorelei had her phone out. In the window, Beka saw Swen pick up his phone.
“Swen, there is someone on the roof of the 'keller.” Lorelei said.
Swen nodded. When they got closer, Swen was talking to Vincent as he was standing up. By the time John had reached the door, Swen was coming out of the shop.
Swen was a large man. He stood well over six feet, his shoulders were almost as wide. He wore his dirty blond hair in a pony tail, under a bandanna. He was blocking them from entering Cassie's shop, by standing there.
“Sorry, man.” He said, as he stepped aside.
Beka squeezed around Swen. Swen pulled out his keys for the building. Then he reached in his back pocket and took out a black tube made of cloth. It made a tinkling sound as he brought it around. John stepped back when he saw it.
“Whoa,” John said, raising his hands.
Swen slapped the cloth tube in John's hand. John hand dropped.
“Come on, I need someone to watch my back.” Swen said.
Cassie stood inside the doorway. She was tall, slender, and had very long brown hair, that never seemed to be combed. She was wearing a loose blouse and a large hat with flowers. She smiled at Beka. Every time Cassie smiled, it was calm and reassuring.
“I'm sure it's nothing,” She said. Even her voice was calm.
Swen and John were walking to the main doors of the Rathskeller. Lorelei took Beka's arm. “Let's wait in here.” She said.
Cassie turned around. “I've got a fresh pot of coffee.” She said.
“Sounds good,” Lorelei said.
Vincent tapped Lorelei's shoulder. “What's going on?”
“I saw someone on the building,” Lorelei said.
Vincent looked at the ceiling. “Alright, I'm going to go too.”
He hurried out the door. The customer that Cassie had been helping came over. “Is there anything wrong?” she asked.
Cassie touched her arm. “It's alright. Probably an animal or something.”
“But the street is blocked off,” Beka said. “Something happened at the second hand shop.”
The customer shook her head. “What is this place coming to,” She said, as she left the shop.
“Coffee? Or I could make you some tea?” Lorelei asked.
Lorelei sat down at the counter. Beka looked at the tall bar stools that surrounded the coffee bar. She climb up on one, trying to find a comfortable place for her butt. No matter where she sat on the stool, she never felt like she had enough support.
Cassie poured hot water into a red china tea pot. “It's been a weird week,” She said. “Saturday, I had some strange kids come in here and ask me all sort of questions.”
She placed the bags in the pot. “Just weird questions.” She said, “About blood magic.”
“There is such a thing?” Beka asked.
Cassie nodded, as she got down three tea cups. “Oh, yeah, I don't mess with it.”
“What did you do?” Lorelei asked.
“About what?”
“About those kids.”
“Sold them a couple of books,” Cassie opened up the glass case that held the pastries. “The blond woman that was with them was not nice.”
Without asking, Cassie handed out three muffins. Beka looked at the muffin. She had just eaten. She was full. But it was chocolate, chocolate chip with cherries. She glanced at Lorelei, who had a mouthful of muffin. Beka took a small bite of her muffin.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Character Interview: Vincent Hugh

Another interview with my characters. This is the first vampire you meet in the story.

Name?
Vincent Hugh

Age?
Real or what I tell people? Ok, I tell people I am 29. My real age 127. Yeah, I know I still look good.

What do you do?
Hang out. I "own" the Burgundy Rathskeller. So I basically play host there. Sometimes I pitch in when things are busy.

Family?
Not any more.

Favorite music?
I like music you can dance too. But, I really love Elvis and Hank WIlliams Jr.. I know that sounds weird coming from a guy sitting in a Goth club

What do you do for fun?
After this interview is over, I could show you.

What kind of people do you dislike?
Anyone that hurts my friends. They usually find out that, most of the time I am nice, but I can be nasty.

How do you feel about the events in the novel?
Beka deserved it. (laughs) No, no, no in a good way. It's nice to have someone close that knows what's its like. Although, I feel like I'm her brother now. And I am really glad to get that thing out of the basement.

Why are manhole covers round?
(laughs) You really want to know? (he then whispered an answer to me that I cannot print here do to it's adult nature)

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

WIP Wednesdays Chapter Two

* WIP means, still not polished and things may changed, you have been warned.

Vincent took the blond back to the table and kissed her hand as she sat down. He turned around and gave Beka a big smile. There were the fangs again. Beka felt a lump in her throat. She reached for her glass of wine, it was empty.
When she looked up. Vincent was sitting down opposite of her. He smiled again.
His face was wrong. It was waxen. His lips too red. His cheeks were ruddy. The worst were his eyes, pale and lifeless. Beka held down the cry that wanted to come out. Then he was back to his normal self.
“What the hell was that?” She asked.
“What the hell was what?” He asked.
“Your face changed.” Beka said.
“It did?” Vincent said, he felt his cheeks, “What did you see?”
Beka opened her mouth to speak, but shut it. She got up and ran to the door to the upstairs. She had seen his face become a corpset. She hurried through the back rooms of the club, but stopped when she reached the stairs.
She had hallucinated before. While on those medications in the hospital. What she had just seen was not an hallucination. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, trying to get her breath back. She heard the door to the bar open. It was Lorelei getting some more bottles.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Character Interview: Beka Saberhagen

I thought I would do something different. In the upcoming weeks I will be interviewing the characters from my novel; The Fledgling. (it's so close to being done, give it a couple of months) 
For the first one, I introduce you to Beka.


Name? 
Beka Saberhagen. It's really Rebecka, but everyone calls me Beka. online I am known as saberdraggin

Age?
26

What do you do?
Nothing, I work at the Burgundy Rathskeller sometimes. I have been trying to find work in the networking field, but nothing has come up.

Family?
My dad died when I was young. It's really just me and my brother John now. He owns the Rathskeller with his girlfriend. I don't speak to my mother.

Favorite music?
I don't know. I don't like pop. I will listen to classic rock. Some of the new rock is okay. but I don't really listen to music.

What do you do for fun?
I like messing around with my computer. I don't just chat and stuff on the internet. I like to see if I can get into other people's computers. I don't do anything illegal, just look around. I also like to build my own systems.

What kind of people do you dislike?
Oh god, fakes, bitches, stuck ups, you know the type of people that only judge you on your appearance.

How do you feel about the events in the novel?
It was exciting. I mean I went from being this little wallflower to an ass kicker. (gasp) Did I say too much?

Why are manhole covers round?
What?

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

WIP Wednesdays Chapter One

This is a small sample of the Fledgling: Chapter One,  If you want to read an earlier draft the link to the preview is to the right.

 * WIP means, still not polished and things may changed, you have been warned.


He tried to pat her knee, but Beka pulled away.
“I'm a vampire,” Vincent said.
“A blood fetishist?” Beka asked, disgust filling her voice.
Vincent shook his head. “No, not one of those. A vampire.” He said.
Beka felt her face turn hot. Her chest tightened and her hands started to shake. “Don't lie to me,” She said.
“I'm not,” Vincent said. “A real vampire.”
Beka remembered how his teeth were buried in the woman's neck, how his red his eyes were. How could he have faked that? He could have been wearing contacts, which he took out. And the teeth could have been fake. Yet, that woman had been laying in some sort of happy trance. And he had caught up with Beka in no time.
“Tell me what was going on?” Beka asked.
“I was having a meal.” Vincent said.
“You killed her?” Beka tried to move further down the bench. Her back was now pressed up against the glass.
“No, no, no,” Vincent said. “I don't have to. I haven't had to kill for a few years.”
Vincent must have seen Beka's expression. He continued. “It's not like in the books.”
“But that woman...” Beka said.
“She's fine. She's going home with a sore neck and a good memory,” Vincent said, “I can switch things around in a person's head. I just tried it with you, but you fought back. That's pretty unusual.”
Beka slapped him. Vincent didn't flinch. He turned his head away for a moment and nodded.
“Stop screwing with me,” Beka said.
“I'm not,” Vincent said.
“Tell me it's a joke.”
“It's not.”
Beka studied Vincent's face, for any sign that he was joking. He rubbed his goatee. His blue eyes watching Beka.
She took a deep breath. “So what? You can read people's minds?” Beka asked.
“People are hard. I can read impressions,” Vincent said. “But, I can change memories around. So that woman, her name was Betty by the way, thinks we spent the few hours in the lounge making out. And that's all.”
Beka bit her lip. How could he be a real vampire, she thought.
The Rathskeller was a Gothic bar. Which meant that most of the people that came there, dressed up as vampires. They would wear theatrical costumes, in black, red, and silver and have fake fangs made. Vincent never wore black or velvet, except on special occasions. He was one of the normal looking people in the club.
Vincent looked down the street for a moment, watching a car that was playing it's music so loud, they could hear it at the bus stop. Then he sat back on the bench. “John and Lorelei are my main, ah, donors.” Vincent said.
“John?” Beka asked. “My brother does what?”

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Muses, come in all shapes and sizes.

Everyone needs at least one muse. I have been lucky enough to have several.

First is my husband, who listens to all the crazy ideas I have, and offers suggestions. He is also the inspiration for one of my characters personality, at least some of that character's personality.

Second are movies.  I watch movies while I write. Actually, its more of I listen to the movie, and watch the screen once in awhile. These are movies I know and love. For me it's listening to the dialog that helps me along. I would try it with audio books, but I am afraid I would start to copy the author's writing style.

Third is unexpected help! I suggest everyone who is serious about writing talk to anyone you can about it, work it into your conversations. Earlier in the blog I mentioned the shop owner that wants to sell my books. This was a welcomed surprise. And also became the motivation for me to move beyond the rough drafts of my stories and to get them cleaned up. She gave me a dead line (not a real one, just "I hope to see them soon".) So I have been working harder now.

Fourth, I recommend people watching. I take public transportation. It is a wonderful place to find inspirations for characters, and listening to conversations will help you develop an ear for "real" dialog.  If you are worried that you are eavesdropping, don't.  There are a lot of people that talk loud enough for the whole bus to hear. If they didn't want you to hear about their latest doctor issue, they should learn to use their inside voices.

There are a lot more muses out there, but these are the main four that have inspired me.

Thanks for stopping by,

Saturday, January 9, 2010

A message from Dr. Steel

I have been in a creative streak for a few months now. It's wonderful. But there are times were I start to lose my steam.
This message from our future world emperor and toy maker, is what I watch to get going again. It works better than coffee sometimes.

Thank you. Dr. Steel.



For more of the brillance of the good doctor go here Dr. Steel