R. Chronicles Begins

Today I worked on research, character profiles, series timeline, and world-building for book one in the RC series. Here are some of the fascinating items I spent my time googling:

1. Chain whips

2. Custom built choppers (After thoroughly perusing Harley Davidson's site and realizing that none of the basic offerings were right for my character.)

3. Mythological creatures

4. Chicago's neighborhoods, transit system, and high profile landmarks.

5. Druid staffs

6. The magical properties of various types of wood as accepted by Celtic Druids

7. Pancakes (Okay, these I already knew but still, it's always best to be totally familiar with your character's preferences. Plus, they were good.)

All in all, an interesting and fairly productive day. I'll be working more tonight to finish my goal for the day.

Upcoming Project

Never fear, I'm hard at work finishing SHADOWING FATE...however...as most writers will understand, the voice of the character in the series to follow the Fates is growing increasingly loud in her demand to be heard.

I took five minutes today to write a prologue for her first book. Most likely, this will be re-written five times before the book ever comes to light but this is the first draft. Let me know what you think. =D

Prologue

If I were you, I wouldn’t read this.

Not because if you keep reading, something dire and most likely fatal will happen to you, although I never discount such possibilities. Not because the story I’m about to tell isn’t interesting, for if you like magic, misdeeds, or motorcycles – and who doesn’t? – you’ll be suitably entertained.

No. If I were you, I wouldn’t read this because if you aren’t a believer in Evil, you’ll become one.

I did.

Once you become a believer, nothing you will ever hear, see, or do will change your mind. You’ll listen for voices no one else hears. You’ll tiptoe past the shadows for you’ll know what lives there. You’ll sleep with the light on.

All the lights on.

I do.

The real trouble started in the thirteenth century with six pure Druids and one betrayer. My trouble started six hundred years later with a pile of overdue bills, a Code 36 violator, and one very drunk Pixie.