Monday, July 22, 2013
Here are the last of them before I go over the story again:
I see the shop just a street away. The rush comes to me like a calm wave. I long to feel the tingling rush of spells, and it makes living in the realm worth it since only certain types of magic can work here. This type of spell taking place is so powerful that there has to be a vampire willing to be bonded to an equally powerful vampire. There is no breaking the bond either since she is a sorcerer vampire, but we can bond him to someone else. Dante is the only one strong enough to be bonded to Ren. In order to get Fiona off him, and bonded to one of us she has to die in the process since one cannot live without the other and it can only be transferred to another vampire.
I drive there in my car, and the streets are jam packed with people. I hate traffic. The people drive like idiots going to slow, not paying attention to the road. Some are talking on cell phones, and when I stop at a stop light they park so close that if something happens they will hit me. Then I will be forced to kill them. I make my way to Fiona’s, and get to the parking lot only to almost get his by an asshole speeding. There are people with shopping carts, and kids.
Customer Horror stories:
“Scuse me ma’am do you know where the cards are?”
I glare at the woman in question. “Do I look like I work here?”
She nods like a stupid sheep. “I am off the clock, so leave me alone before I hit you in the face.”
She tries to talk. “Don’t even bother cause I am not in the mood to deal with a bitch.”
I leave hoping she gets the point across. The rich snob keeps following me. “Give me your name, and department so I can tell the manager about how rude you were to me.”
“I don’t have one because I refuse to self-incriminate myself complaining wastes time. It also does not mean anything since the managers don’t do shit.”
She huffs. “The customer is always right.”
I glare. “The customer is always an asshole who complains too much.” I finally walk away. I will be so happy to not deal with snooty bitches anymore. I clock in, and put my badge on. I make it onto the floor, only to be stopped by another asshole. Terrific.
“Ma’am…” and he waves me to come over. I turn my back on him. God I hate it when people you gesture you to come over versus ask you. The idiot also puts stuff on the counter, and expect you to read their minds as to what they want. I hate it. I settle for ignoring it. The guy gets mad, “Ma’am…”
I turn to him. “What asshole? I am not a mind reader.”
He gets pissed. “Are you an employee here?”
“No dip Sherlock I am not wearing the nametag and uniform for fun.”
“Then can you help in the shoe department, and can you get me some shoes?”
"No, get it yourself I am not your slave.”
I turn and make it to my department. “No not that one. The one to your left not right…” The customer was going on and on leaving Laia to guess which one he wanted to see. I hate it when they are not specific. They point to the general direction, and get mad when we don’t choose the right one. They are the ones not pointing to a specific one. “Maybe you should stop giving her a hard time.”
I tell him. “Maybe if she got the right one…”
“She has dyslexia you asshole.” I hate people like him. The girl has dyslexia, and it is not her fault. He glares.
I glare back. They guy is the type to have his way, and gets mad when he does not get it. I use my powers: "You will leave and never return here again."
These are the last cut out scenes, and I finished the edits. Now I am going over the story to put the final details in, and then I need the beta reader feedback. After I make those changes I need to send it to an editor, and then get the book ready for publication. After I get the cover art I will hit publish making it the second book this summer. Dark Tales of Vengeance will be published as soon as I get the final cover, and once all four are out I will make the paperback for the readers that prefer a physical copy. I love working on the ebooks I wrote this summer because I love giving people a taste of my worlds.
Until next time,
Sunday, July 21, 2013
I have been editing more and more today, and this is some of the scenes I had to cut because it makes the character unlikable.
“Excuse me ma’am do you work here?”
“No I just wear the nametag and uniform to confuse you surprise it is my costume.”
The guy glares. “Well could you help me find something, or are you going to be a bitchy smartass. I did not appreciate your attitude because the customer is always right.”
Fuck you douchebag!
“Actually the customer is a stupid, lazy, asshole that needs to be guided to the product like a fucking 3 year old.”
I turned my back on him. Douche bags all of them. I hear customer say to my turning back, “Yet another person cannot show me to the product at Fiona’s Corner and Cafe.”
A voice cuts through my head like a raging animal. I know you did not forget my 20 coupons…I ought to complain to the manager about your incompetence. Give me the money you owe me.”
I walk to the front end to see the person hollering, and it was a woman with 3 kids yelling at a cashier. The cashier is sitting there shocked while the woman with brown highlighted hair and grey eyes wearing an April’s couture track suit glaring at her like she is a bug she wants to squish.
I really hate the cashier being yelled at, so I have to interfere. Not before the customer service guy steps in. “What seems to be the problem ma’am?” he talks to her like she is a 3 year old.
She huffs, “Well this bitch forgot my coupons, and I am late for a hair appointment. What can you do about it?”
Nope killing her is not worth the brain power.
He smiles at her ignoring her bad attitude. “Sure ma’am he can give you the money.” He runs the coupons through the machine, and gives her the measly money she was bitching about. I just laugh as she walks out the door.
I go back to the counter before people pop up wondering where I am.
A bald headed gentleman except for the top comes to the counter. His grey eyes shined through his glasses and are accompanied by his shirt and shorts. He has a shaking problem, but smiles at me then, stares. I smile back, break the silence. “Can I help you sir?”
He stares at me, some more, then snaps out of his trance, and points to two watches. “Are they made of stainless steel? Can you fix the bands, and do they come with indiglo?”
I think about it for a moment. I examine the watch looking for proof. One of the managers are behind me. “Are you the manager?” he asks completely ignoring the fact that I was trying to help him. Treating me like a dumbass.
I am tired at this point not stupid, but the guy apparently thought I was stupid and wanted to talk to the manager rather than me. Like an arrogant asshole. “I was not trying to make it seem like I doubted you.” Bullshit… He was a picky ass douche bag, and he should have examined the watch more closely considering it says stainless steel on the back! Dumbass!
He even said, “That does not convince me because if something happens it will be your fault.” When I told him I could try to take the band out. He is really a piece of work that ought to be 6 ft. under. In fact I will do just that to him. The jackass finally is so immersed into it he stops being a dick.
Meanwhile there is another idiot this time a woman with short hair, and blue eyes, tan, a low cut shirt with jeans. Wearing bracelets tons of bracelets gracing her skinny arms. She is a woman with money, and obviously no common sense. I open the case and pull out the watch another of these teleportation watches that are really hard to take the links out.
She tries it on and it is too loose. The bitch spends another five minutes with back and forth talk on how many links she wants me to take out, and how to tell. Of course I know you have to take them out where the arrow points to. She kept going on and on, on how to tell if a watch can be shortened with the arrows. Then she wanted almost all of them out. How stupid. And after trying to take the links out it still did not want to budge at all. After trying to get the damn thing off the lady did not want it in the end. I put it back where the watch is displayed. She left leaving me to fantasize about snapping he neck.
God…Then another girl and her friend came to the counter. This time it was an African American teenager who is a little bit overweight wearing a wordy t-shirt. A werewolf girl with an attitude to match.
“Can you return a ring? A school ring if you don’t have the receipt?”
“Maybe if a manager okays it.”
The girl was looking at me in a mean way, and I could tell by her body language that she was trying to intimidate me especially when she asked me to be honest. I could tell, they both thought I was an easy target. I told them all they needed to know and they left.
There was another situation that popped up a lady came in with a rebel looking son, and he reminded me of an asshole ex-boyfriend. The abusive douche bag that cannot admit he treated me horribly, but I got it out of him by hurting him and ripping his heart out the way he ripped mine. Goody another fun customer.
“Ma’am where are the anklets?” The bitch in question asked.
I guided her to it noticing she was right at them. Then after looking she did not want the damn thing, and then she had me open the case fine, but oh well. I open the case and let her look, and like the indecisive bitch she is takes forever. No this in not my size, and not this one. All for a new boyfriend, but I doubt anyone would want someone like her. She finally chooses a cute one. I ring her up, and thank god she is finally done. She was an annoying irritant anyway.
Thank god it is almost closing. I note the address of the annoying watch bitch and the other annoying watch dick. Something has to be done about those stupid customers that treat retail employees like shit. Dicks!
I give up the keys to take a break from the insanity. The stupid anklet bitch is back. “Oh, I got the wrong size.”
I was closed, and I doubt I could help her now since all the money is out of the register. “Sorry I cannot help you since we are closed.” I walked away not ready or really caring about dealing with her. She was a bitch, and I really don’t want to deal with her shit.
I leave only to be stopped by the annoying supernatural customer service guy. “She is mad that she cannot switch out her bracelet since she got the wrong size.” I don’t care it was her fault for getting the wrong size, and she went to complain about me like the little self-entitled bitch she is.
“I thought I was closed which is why I did not help her and my register is closed.” “You still have to help the customer out all she wanted was to switch out the product, and she did not want to touch the money.”
Fuck you the customer is a bitch, and not always right.
“I heard you the first time. I will remember to give the keys to a person earlier.” If I do that I will not have to worry, and I really cannot wait until I leave the job.
The scenes did not work, and there was wayyy too much customer horror stories. Not enough detective work. But I still have fun showing people cut out pieces so they can see some extra scenes that did not make it to the final story.
Until next time,
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I took two weeks off of writing on my #RevengeSucks novel to get the retail one done, and when I don’t write the novel my nights become sleepless. One of the things writers never tell the general public is when you’re working on a novel it can consume you to the point where you dream about your character. Their thoughts become yours, and sometimes it is hard to tell the difference between your thoughts and theirs. I have found that writing a few pages a day on it helps me keep the thoughts at bay.
It really helps you get into the zone when going on a roll writing and it does help you keep up with a routine. Something I need since I write sporadically when I have time. I do have days off my job and I am off of school till the end of August I do hope to have the paperback done by then.
Another thing I am going to write about on this blog is self-publishing because I have been researching it while I am getting ready to publish my second ebook. It has been a few years since I have published anything. One of the things I have learned recently is how to make a table of contents for an ebook. It took me a few hours to learn to bookmark the title in the story like this:
Chapter 1(Book mark this by going to word, and click on the insert tab.)
After that go to the table of contents first page highlight chapter 1 then click hyperlink, inside document, and press add.
It was a pain, but I finally got it done!
This is more of a learning process for me, and I am going to document it on the way.
Until Next Time,
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
I just got back Sunday from the mountains, and I stayed there for a few nights last weekend to escape work and writing. I saw some amazing view of the mountains when I go closer to the log cabin called Sweet Reunion at Lydia Mountains. That is the log cabin I am staying at the entire time, and I had a good view of the mountains on the way there :
This was the picture I took on the drive there. At one point we had to take a dirt road, and it was like a Disney ride. It had turns and hills galore. I stayed at the Lydia Mountain cabins, and it was called “Sweet Reunion.”
Here are pictures of the inside:
This is the living room, and the first thing I thought is it would be the perfect writing retreat. It had a kitchen, Dinning room, living room, one bathroom and two bedrooms.
It even had a Jacuzzi which was perfect to relax in, and the only thing I hated was the bugs. I did get used to it after a while. I even found a journal left behind with entries from other people.
I left behind this entry for the people coming to the cabin:
The next day I went to Luray caverns for the first time, and they were spectacular.
I had fun exploring the caves, and I ended up going to Hortons Vineyard for a wine tasting. I tried ten samples, and I loved two of the wines so much I ended up buying them. I did work on some of the #RevengeSucks story, and I did write in my journal.
This is the status on my ebooks:
#DarkTalesofVengeance-Done waiting on the cover.
#BeingaVampireinRetail, #TheKillerContractAgency, #RevengeAgainsttheEx, are with the beta reader and proofreader. Then they will be sent to the editor, and I will publish them as soon as I get the cover. I am hoping to have them all done by the end of
August, and I will end up making a paperback too.
Until next time,