So just a quick post on how things are going to everyone doesn't think I'm slacking off because I'm not posting much.
First, I finished the first round of editing on A Romance Novel, switching it from past to present tense. Now I'm going through it again adding a bit of flavor to it to appeal to all those women readers. And I've also received the first draft of the book cover for it and so as soon as the editing is done I can put the book out there.
Second, I've started writing in Child of Need once again. For now, the story is at somewhat of an impasse, but I'm working my way through it. Not sure if I'm going to keep the few pages I've written, but at least I'm heading in a direction, whether its the right one or not I don't know. Still, progress is progress, so I'm happy.
Third, I've also started writing in Hades (well, more editing actually) which is the next book of the Jeremiah Stone - Stone Vengeance series. Yes, that's right, I'm not done with it. I'd thought I tied off all the loose ends, but Limbus survives and one of my devoted fans told me (there was no asking involved) that I need to write another one. So after a bit of forethought, I've gotten nearly 6,000 words onto paper and the story is shaping up well.
Forth, since I'm waiting on new covers for the Stone Vengeance series, I'm going through a few areas of the three books and spot checking some things, making minor story adjustments here and there, correcting a few errors, and reworking the beginning of the first book, Jeremiah, and parts of the ending of Azazel.
Lastly, and to round everything out, I've re-written a chapter in my series of nine books names Shadow Gods. This one re-write now allows me to beginning editing the series for real. For those of you who don't know, Shadow Gods is an epic fantasy series, ranges over a thousand years, and provides enough character twists that you'll be rooting for good guys and bad guys alike. This series is also the culmination of 23 years of writing and the true reason why I've wanted to get published. For the two people who've read the series front to back (besides myself), they can't wait for it to get published either because they loved it and every character within the 5,000 pages (1,000,000 words or so). Yes, its that massive.
Until all these projects get complete, though, please take a gander at my newest standalone book titled The Burden of Immortality. Now I don't want to give the premise away, but as far as adventures go, it's one which will twist you about at the end. So don't get to comfortable about where you think the plot is going because you're probably wrong. The question I have to anyone who's read it, did you figure it out at the end because if you look back on it - I left enough clues, right? LOL
Stone Vengeance series and other novels by S. Scott Twigg.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Kindle Editions
Just $2.99 for Beginnings: A Jeremiah Stone Novel or The Ferryman: An Opus Wright Novel, so head over to Amazon and pick one or both up and start reading from where the adventure all began.
http://www.amazon.com/S.-Scott-Twigg/e/B007H3TEG4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1379348944&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.com/S.-Scott-Twigg/e/B007H3TEG4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1379348944&sr=1-1
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
The Burden Of Immortality is PUBLISHED
Drazan Cvetko hates his life. He’s meant for better than this, but
pulling himself out of the gutter isn’t easy. This all changes when his father
dies and an old acquaintance delivers to him his father’s encrypted journal.
Yet, despising everything the journal means to him, Drazan begins to
painstakingly unmask his father’s latest archeological discovery.
Unfortunately, it’s not the only journal of his fathers out there and other
people, people far beyond his understanding of wealth and power, want what’s
contained within the scribbled pages. So, fighting his better judgment, Drazan
launches himself into the middle of something he can’t begin to comprehend for
the sake of what; a chance at immortality. Is it enough to risk his life for?
Maybe the better question is what
does he have to give up in order to acquire it?
Friday, September 27, 2013
Hearing Things
First off, and completely off subject, I want to give a huge shout-out to Tyler Melhart who has done the cover art of both Beginnings and The Ferryman, not to mention the cover for my upcoming release of The Burden of Immortality. He's also working on new covers for my series Jeremiah Stone (newly renamed the Stone Vengeance series) which I plan to republish shortly. He deserves a lot of applause for putting up with my demands. Thanks.
Now back to the point of this post. So this is going to sound odd to a few of you, suspicious to most, and just plan crazy to a lot of you, but it's something that's been on my mind for a few days now though this occurred over a week ago. Anyways, though people may not know it, I'm a religious man. I don't often demonstrate this, but if asked then I will answer truthfully with my belief. It is also something I will not argue because I hold this internally and my thoughts (though they stray at times) only cement my belief. So just to be sure everyone understands, I believe what I believe, I don't push my beliefs on others, and I respect that my body is truly a temple of (and for) god. Most of all, I will not say my beliefs are any better than another persons. Yet, it is also due to my beliefs that causes religion becomes a center point of my writing. That being said, I can now continue.
A week or so ago, I was reminiscing over my book The Burden of Immortality, contemplating life and all its vastness, and wondering if there is a beyond. To some these are fatalistic thoughts, or even hearsay, but to me these are just the processes of my wandering mind and over-active imagination. However, unlike most times, these thoughts occupied me for more than just a few minutes or few hours, but rather a few days. When I was done, and believe me when I say I was done I was done, I simply continued with life without another thought, though in all this time I'd not come to a resolution. In fact, I'd discovered nothing. I felt empty for having wasted so much time and thought, yet had come away from it all unfulfilled. Moreover, if anything, I was less of myself at the end than when I started. This is odd for me because I seek meaning in what I do. Still, I left it as it be, and just started life again.
Then several hours later, while driving down a street near my house with nothing but the road on my mind, I heard a voice in my head. First of all, I know right now you're thinking I'm crazy and for that second I have to agree with you. But in that moment, I analyzed everything around me; the softness of the radio in the background, the noise of the cars around me, and even my own thoughts. What I discovered was none of those things were the cause of what I'd heard. In fact, despite my immediate denial of what the voice said, I knew I'd heard the divine. But I also knew I'd never hear it again (well, most likely never hear it again). Yet, what I heard lifted my spirit, it brought meaning back into my life. Most of all, however, it re-established, in an odd way, that my religious belief was good and what I was doing was good. It provided meaning.
Now, I'm not the best person around. I have huge character flaws. I have deviated from the beliefs of my youth more than I like to admit. And I'm not the nicest person to have at your side. Despite this, I try to be a good person. I try to do the right thing. I try to help others. And in my belief, this wins out (most of the time). Anyway, what I heard within my head has supplied me with something I could not have gotten from some one or some place else. This is even more relevant when I take into consideration the single word I heard in a voice as non-descript, yet overwhelmingly positive, as any I've ever heard in my life.
I am now going to pass that word on to you, the word I heard which I can't explain from where it came, and a word which now brings a refreshed smile to my face. So I say in a friendly tone, just as it was said to me, 'Hi'.
Now back to the point of this post. So this is going to sound odd to a few of you, suspicious to most, and just plan crazy to a lot of you, but it's something that's been on my mind for a few days now though this occurred over a week ago. Anyways, though people may not know it, I'm a religious man. I don't often demonstrate this, but if asked then I will answer truthfully with my belief. It is also something I will not argue because I hold this internally and my thoughts (though they stray at times) only cement my belief. So just to be sure everyone understands, I believe what I believe, I don't push my beliefs on others, and I respect that my body is truly a temple of (and for) god. Most of all, I will not say my beliefs are any better than another persons. Yet, it is also due to my beliefs that causes religion becomes a center point of my writing. That being said, I can now continue.
A week or so ago, I was reminiscing over my book The Burden of Immortality, contemplating life and all its vastness, and wondering if there is a beyond. To some these are fatalistic thoughts, or even hearsay, but to me these are just the processes of my wandering mind and over-active imagination. However, unlike most times, these thoughts occupied me for more than just a few minutes or few hours, but rather a few days. When I was done, and believe me when I say I was done I was done, I simply continued with life without another thought, though in all this time I'd not come to a resolution. In fact, I'd discovered nothing. I felt empty for having wasted so much time and thought, yet had come away from it all unfulfilled. Moreover, if anything, I was less of myself at the end than when I started. This is odd for me because I seek meaning in what I do. Still, I left it as it be, and just started life again.
Then several hours later, while driving down a street near my house with nothing but the road on my mind, I heard a voice in my head. First of all, I know right now you're thinking I'm crazy and for that second I have to agree with you. But in that moment, I analyzed everything around me; the softness of the radio in the background, the noise of the cars around me, and even my own thoughts. What I discovered was none of those things were the cause of what I'd heard. In fact, despite my immediate denial of what the voice said, I knew I'd heard the divine. But I also knew I'd never hear it again (well, most likely never hear it again). Yet, what I heard lifted my spirit, it brought meaning back into my life. Most of all, however, it re-established, in an odd way, that my religious belief was good and what I was doing was good. It provided meaning.
Now, I'm not the best person around. I have huge character flaws. I have deviated from the beliefs of my youth more than I like to admit. And I'm not the nicest person to have at your side. Despite this, I try to be a good person. I try to do the right thing. I try to help others. And in my belief, this wins out (most of the time). Anyway, what I heard within my head has supplied me with something I could not have gotten from some one or some place else. This is even more relevant when I take into consideration the single word I heard in a voice as non-descript, yet overwhelmingly positive, as any I've ever heard in my life.
I am now going to pass that word on to you, the word I heard which I can't explain from where it came, and a word which now brings a refreshed smile to my face. So I say in a friendly tone, just as it was said to me, 'Hi'.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Choices
During a fatalistic phase, I wrote this....
We have a choice. Life or Death. We have a choice.
Every day we make a choice, consciously or not, on whether
we wish to go on in this façade of a life or not. Most don’t even know they
make this choice as they go about their business, but I do. I see the window I
can jump out of. I see the approaching bridge as I’m driving. I see the bottle
of pills on the counter-top. With everything I see I make the conscious choice
to continue my existence because I have more to live for than I have to lose.
But with every passing day I wonder if that balance is going to shift. I wonder
if what I’m living for is enough. I wonder if I have the strength to fight
through a bad day and survive into the next.
There are some days, however, where I have teetered on that
brink. I hate those days because if I actually knew I’d made my peace with GOD, you wouldn’t be here to read this.
Nor would I be here to type this.
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