Jezebel is close!

I just finished my own final pass to Jezebel. I made a couple goofs that everyone missed, and there were several square wheels I had to smooth out. But I have the Amazon ebook all formatted. It feels good when everything falls into place. We're working on the cover now. I'm as excited as my nine-year-old son when we told him he could paint his room lime green.

For a blog, I'm told I should write about things that instruct or entertain. I suppose instruction for the aspiring writer and entertainment for everyone else. I don't know squat about marketing yet. My only advice on writing right now is do it a lot, and get someone brutally honest to show you your faults before starting again. That leaves me with telling you a story.

I edited this last night and smiled. This is part of a scene where Claudette, an actress friend of Jez, was sent to warn the sister of a main character. In my outline, it was supposed to be off camera. But Sedna wanted just one more scene. The sister, named for the icy goddess of the underworld, takes over here and totally hijacks the original ending of my story.

“You think we’re freaks,” accused the woman in black.

“I can’t fathom how your little sister can screw that often, but you want what everybody wants,” Claudette said, her voice cracking slightly.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” said the assassin, approaching with menace in her stride. The starlet backed against the wall. The pert beauty contestant had been a thin disguise for Sedna, one she had shed long ago. Sedna leaned forward until her lips almost touched Claudette’s nose. In terror, she watched the words as they formed. “I can’t have you following me. Maybe it’s time you found out how the other half lives.”

“I don’t…” Claudette began. The pain lanced through her as the weighted fist pounded into her midsection. She slumped to the floor.

“Stay down,” the assassin threatened. “Or I’ll make it hurt more.”

The victim whimpered as a Velcro pouch opened. “Are you killing me? I came to save you.”

“You’ll provide the necessary distraction,” the attractive Goth said as she removed a cool slip of golden paper. “This is about freeing you from constraints and expanding your narrow mind.”

Ice stung her forehead. The ceiling became a doorway of light, and Claudette couldn’t close her eyes. Her synapses opened to the information.

“Enter your new incarnation,” whispered the dark lips.