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Aug.29.2009
Keep in mind that the first requirement for vampiric transformation is death. With that knowledge, one must reevaluate the title Vampire Slayer. To slay is to kill, meaning the final product of slaying is a corpse.
Well of course, if you begin your slaying by killing the dead, you can understand...
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Aug.25.2009
Excerpt from MY MOTHER BIDS ME, a Novel of Jane Austen's England on the Eve of Waterloo.
Roisin scampered off down the lane and sat in a niche on the packhorse bridge to read her letter. Water sparkled and chuckled over the pebbles way...
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Jul.08.2009
Dismembering the story for a look inside.
I sat down with a few vague ideas that included story location and the ending.
A rainy dismal day evokes a similar dreary emotion. Old unused railroad tracks tell of a forgotten past. A railroad station once the center of a community, when abandoned often...
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Jul.03.2009
Who did I want him to be and what were his plans and goals? For me, that was the starting point of characterization and the heart of the story's plot.
I knew he was a vampire, and an ex-Templar Knight. In many ways they are opposites and yet synonymous. Both killed without remorse. Both considered...
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Jun.27.2009
When I began writing the story Templar‘s Fire, a Gothic Vampire novel (http://www.scribd.com/doc/16391295/Templars-Fire-A-Gothic-Vampire-Novel), I started with an image that stuck in my head. I kept seeing this eerie looking guy hiding behind a stone altar peering around the corner as if he was...
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Jun.12.2009
Quiet footfalls traced a path up the steps from the downstairs sitting room, along the abbreviated hallway, and into the Vicar's bedroom. The nearer to the bed they got, the more softly they fell.Slowly becoming aware of the intruder, he struggled to gather the remnants of his composure. He felt...
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May.18.2009
The Cold
The virus traveled to her blood
after her fingertips brushed the hem
of his coat, he was leaving again
in the middle of the night, the baby
crying, the heat turned off a week ago –
she had collected matches, tried
to empty the throat of the fireplace,
tried to take out the bricks...
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Nov.02.2008
Yesterday was the Toussaint, All Saints, the day people take chrysanthemums to the cemeteries in France, and tidy up the family graves. Unless of course they come from far away--say, Africa or Asia--and family graves are a thing of the past. In Venice the vaporettos to the island cemetery of San...
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Sep.16.2008
Oh, it hurts.
I believe it was Ernest Hemingway who coined the title to this post. He was referring to those wonderful turns of phrase a writer comes up with that, in the final analysis, simply don't belong in the story and must go. It's painful to chop a few beautiful lines from what you've...
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