Aggression

Aggression

when my thoughts must feed
and hunger takes the lead
there's nothing you can do, nothing that can stop me

veins ripple, clinched teeth
blood pounding waiting for release
red splatter on broken stone, this is my inner beast

falling corpses over bended knee
bent and bloody piled at my feet
no words spoken, nothing said, my mind is finally free

witness scurry, running fear, my standing creed
this isn't sane though understand I only kill out of need

Just playing around with some ravage thoughts the past few nights so I threw this together. And when I mean threw, I mean its a very rough draft of nothing in particular.

In other news, I edited seven more pages today which puts me at nearly halfway complete on #ShadowGodsSeries.

Ascension, Opal, and Shadow Gods

For the past couple of weeks, I've contemplated my books. I've had blocks is some and inspirations in other, but tonight I actually acted upon those thoughts. Tonight, I opened all three and did a bit of reading, editing, and writing. It felt good.

To begin with, I edited more of Mage of Chaos, #ShadowGodsSeries, and found that I'm making many more changes to the book than I thought would be necessary for the second edit. It makes progress trickle by, but I have to console myself that its for the good.

Then I popped open Ascension and read through a portion. In reading it, I made a few edits and remembered where I left off. In a few days, I may pick it up again as I think about where I'm going with the story. And, as usual, I'm changing the ending, though I'm sure it will change again before publishing.

After that brief escapade, I went through the last part of Opal and added the bit I wrote and posted on here. With a few more changed and addition, it fit in well where I left off and positions me for the future.

In all, a good night of writing.

Opal

Azazel had gotten to her. His thirst for vengeance was palatable. She could feel it; sense it on a personal level. And it scared her. But everything scared her lately. It was a plain and simple fact. She was not who she thought she was from just a few weeks ago. She was different; special. Given a gift she never wanted. A gift which she could only describe as a burden. Even now she could feel the weight of it upon her shoulders. Could she bear it? She didn't know, though it was plainly obvious that her family had struggled with the same burdens during their lives. Was she less than them? Was she as strong as she thought she was? She would've said yes a week ago. Now she didn't know.

Looking up, she saw the black of Hades. Even now, in this dark, dank tunnel, he was a shadow of hate. She could feel that also. But where Azazel sneered at her, Hades offered his hand. Dare she accept it, dare she take the chance? It was obvious her father had at one point in time. He had given his life for the demon. Or so Hades had said. But maybe Hades had lied. Maybe he had stolen it. Maybe...

There were always maybes. The real question was could she trust him? He was a demon, an advocate of Satan, a minion of Lucifer, and a dredge upon this earth. He admitted to lies, to killing, to act against humanity. Yet, according to Eric, he was an ally to her grand-father and the protector of her father. Now, he swore he was her protector. But could he protect her from what lay outside these walls. By Hades admittance, the whole of the government was against them. They were searching for them in an effort to get to her; to kill her.

Could she be that important?

According to Hades, she was. Even Eric's words seem to back the demon's. But she was not her father or her grand-father. She wasn't as strong as them. She didn't understand the world as they did. She didn't believe as they did. Her faith wasn't as strong. And she was beginning to believe that Faith had everything to do with her surviving this.

In all, she felt lost.

Back to Editing

I took a break from writing/editing far longer than I expected, but now that I'm back on the road I'm at it again. Right now I'm still working on Mage of Chaos from my #ShadowGodsSeries. Again, even after editing it once, I'm finding far more mistakes than I'd like on the second go-round. This is both good and bad. Good because the edits are needed and I'm able to tailor my words to reach a more common thread with my readers. Bad because it takes so long to correct things. I wish it weren't so, but wishes get you nowhere unless you act upon them. In all, this only means I'll have to do another read-through before sending it out to beta-readers.

On the other side, I'm still stuck on my other novels. Opal is stagnant. Dream savior I haven't even opened up. And Ascension has gone nowhere. I guess I really need to get past this mental block and move on...

Better luck tomorrow, I hope...