42,895 i feel dirty

just finished writing from the killers perspective. i feel dirty. really dirty... it was dark and disturbing and my minds a little off when I have to return to my detectives who are very close to figuring it all out... but they get a little bit of a set back. I have to clean up my most recent writing too... it is littered with poor grammar and spelling mistakes.

Hope to get some more writing done tomorrow!

Past 33,000, cruise control

Lol Sam made me write for five hours today and it wasn't efficient and nothing really moved in my plot but it is speeding up somewhat. I am unsure of when/ how to bring about the reveal... Time will tell all I supposed. My detectives are investigating an older murder in Waterloo. And they meet resistance when they first get there.

The chat room forum guys were Phoenix Suns players...basketball
JMZ = JAred Dudley
FrenchFrye = Channing Frye
TheRealNash = Steve Nash
HotSunNowKnick = Amare Stoudemire

Anyway here's another old unedited excerpt, that I hope you enjoy!

This is more from the second body they found.... so actually before my last excerpt... dont get too confused.

A.J. looked at the victim. The victim was naked just as Joe Johnson had been. He was male with no mutilation to the genital thankfully. Outside of the eyes that had been butchered there was also the legs that had circular slices along them. The man had been bled out by the looks of it but A.J. guessed that Dr. Scheitz would tell him differently. He guessed that this man had been tortured as well.
The killer continued to leave very detailed and staged deaths but they were not that public. The previous death had stayed mostly out of the media. A.J. wondered how this made the killer feel. Did he want the publicity? Would that bring an end to this kill spree? A.J. didn’t know and these killings were disturbing him. There had been unsolved cases before. Rapes, deaths, break and enters and there was just nothing you could do about them the people disappeared or there was no evidence or motive. But this was different the killer was baiting them. He was clearly leading them down the rabbit hole.
The killer had left the baseball cards, and had cut people up to send a message. Even those eyes, A.J. suspected that those eyes would be a clue. The killer was being diligent. It made A.J. sick that people could be dying because he was unable to solve this case.
He watched as Tom took samples around the body and dusted for fingerprints. Tom was fanatical. He wanted to find this killer and probably nothing and no one would stop him. He admired and sometimes, sometimes wished he could see the world in the black and whiteness that Tom did. To Tom this was nothing more than another murder. That fact that there were now two killings just increased his resolve to catch the killer. He wasn’t concerned about future victims because Tom thought he would catch the killer before he had a chance to kill again. Ah, the simple mind of Tom Sterling.
A.J. realized that he had been standing around not doing anything for a couple of minutes which is not the best thing to be doing on a very active crime scene. He set to help Tom.
“No wallet again”
“Nope. Not unless he’s got an ass pocket.” Tom looked at the man’s buttock, “Nope, no ass pocket.”
A.J. smiled. Even with a body covered in dark sticky blood that had been knifed many times and had weird freaky eyes in front of him, Tom was still completely capable of making inappropriate jokes.
“How long do you reckon he’s been dead?” A.J. asked.
“I ain’t a fucking Doctor but I would guess less than a day. Even with the humidity blood dries pretty fast.” He showed the bottom of his boot, “And this blood wasn’t that dry.”
A.J. joked, “Must have sent that letter by courier.”
Tom looked at A.J. like he was crazy, “Probably sent it before hand. Who knows? Did you see the eyes? They look fake.”
A.J. looked carefully at the eyes. “Tiny dark red eyes. Do you think we should take them or to send them to the coroner? Would he know what they are?”
Tom looked at A.J. thoughtfully, “You think there is a message or something in one of those?”
“Baseball cards, specific body mutilation, yeah I would say it’s pretty possible. Let’s give em’ to someone in our office. We have a couple of library lackey’s who don’t do too much. The coroner is going to have his hands full determining what the killer did this time. I wonder if the body was paralyzed again. I certainly hope not.”

New Excerpt and 30,200

Amazing progress today. I think I wrote almost 3000 words today and made some work pushing through a lull in my novel... apparently i dont enjoy writing unless I am describing my murder victims or using my dialogue between the detectives to swear!

But whatever, I am moving on. My detectives were plowing through an older case they just connected to their current cases.

I am debating whether or not to bring in my serial killer and introduce him to my detectives.... what do you guys thing?

In the meantime here's and older excerpt that I think you might be interested in.

Bonus points for identifying the forum members if you can...

They retired that night a little more peacefully as A.J. found sleep really easily and Tom did what Tom does best at night.
Tom is a complicated man. At work he is a force of masculinity. He has huge biceps and chest. He tries to work out every day and dabbles in protein concoctions and steroids. He has a handful of mostly harmless sexual harassment complaints against him at the office but most of the female officers usually didn’t seem to mind the attention.
Tom didn’t need sleep so luckily for him he was both a night owl and early bird. He caught the late mouse and the early morning worm. His mornings were normal enough but his nights were freaky.
At night he patrolled the internet. With few friends and fewer prospects Tom used his time to talk to random people on the web. He was very popular in many forums. His username TomTrain popped up on many underground forums. He mostly used the interaction to sooth his lonely heart and horny body but sometimes he used it for undercover police work. Tonight was one such night.
Tom was surfing the finance forum sheets looking for his buddies who were experts at up and coming pharmaceutical stocks. His friend TheRealNash, JMZ, and FrenchFyre were all online and were talking about a new drug company that they hoped would get government okay soon. The one person missing on the forum who was always there HotSunNowKnick was not online.
Tom was really hoping that HotSunNowKnick was online because for several weeks he had been following a small plastic surgery start up that had a brand new breast enhancement product and technique that somehow resulted in perfect breasts without leaving any trace. It was apparently cheaper and faster than any other technique.
It was supposed to transform the somewhat struggling plastic surgery industry. It’s final clinical trials were nearing completion and HotSunNowKnick had the inside scoop about when to buy the stock and when they were going to get clinical approval.
Tom started asking the others about what was up with HSNK? He got a variety of responses.
JMZ: Yo man I haven’t seen him around work lately. He made a killing just last week by selling off early as Apple’s shares fell but he hasn’t been into work since Friday.
FrenchFyre: I saw him on the weekend he was following up on a story about Slice & Dice. You know that plastic surgery company. He told me he had some hot stuff on it.


TheRealNash: Yeah, that’s right. His car’s been at his apartment for the entire week though. It feels like he has been traded or transferred maybe.
JMZ: No worries though TomTrain we will keep you company. Check it out Dayer is a generic drug manufacturer and they are cutting a plant in Montreal. Huge savings long term that price will be going up soon.
FrenchFyre: Yeah I like Dayer too. They just might give Bayer a run for its money a couple of years from now.

Tom watched the conversation unfold as they recommended a couple more hit companies and a couple more duds. His friends from the Scottsdale area of Toronto were pretty good about their stock picks but sometimes they missed. Tom moved on and clicked on HotSunNowKnick to see when he last logged in. Six days ago was his last log in.
Tom checked his other information. Born in 1979 in Florida, fan of candy, many brothers and sisters hated reading, favourite movie was Man of the House starring Johnaton Taylor Thomas and Chevy Chase. Weird but not unheard of. Tom clicked on his photo realizing he had no idea what HSNK looked liked.
The photo slowly popped up and Tom felt like he was waiting for porn like it was 1999 again. When the photo came into focus Tom had the red eyes that he had seen in his vic’s eyes. The image in his head startled him. His vic looked a lot like HSNK. Tom closed the image and said good night much to the chagrin of his internet surfing buddies. Seeing his victim in the photos of internet friends meant he was working too hard.
Tom brushed his teeth and fell asleep very quickly, he dreamed about the weird coincidence that HSNK was his vic. It made for a rocky night and an even rockier morning when Tom received the fax with the vic’s fingerprints match. His dream had become a reality.

As promised, an excerpt!

This is AJ finding the second body. Warning: it's pretty gruesome!

The world had moved on in this area and the tumbleweed now crossed the large empty corroded parking lot. There was a cut chain at the back door. A.J. put his thick gloves on. He tapped the door and it opened invitingly. The air was muggy and dusty and the building was surprisingly dark. The darkness was almost overwhelming. Tom pulled his tiny flashlight from his pocket. Once a girl had asked him if that was a roll of quarters or if he was just happy to see her and Tom had simply showed her his flashlight. Needless to say that date ended early and Tom got to watch the 1991 Home Run Derby on ESPN Classics. For Tom it had been a good night.

A.J. switched his on too. He had hoped that the pierceing light would cut through the dust a bit better. Instead they were only able to see a few feet in front of them. “Let’s split up. We can cover more ground this way.” Tom said macho-like.

A.J. agreed even though he thought if the killer was still in the area they would probably both be gunned down easily. A.J. went left and Tom went right. Tom won this decision easily. The right direction led absolutely now where. Tom simply walked in a circle for half an hour before finding a set of stairs that went downstairs. That’s where he met a very pale-faced A.J.

A.J. had a more interesting time when he went left. He scoped out the entire left side of the building pretty quickly. Bits and pieces of machinery littered the floor and A.J. was very diligent and avoiding stepping on the bits of scrap metal knowing the consequences could dire.

About ten minutes into his search he picked up footprints in the dust. It looked like size 10 size eleven shoe men’s. A.J. took a quick photograph and moved on. The footprints didn’t have any specific distinguishing features but they could be possible evidence. The footprints were fresh and stood out like a pile of fresh manure. That and the cut chain at the door indicated at the very least someone had been here recently. Oddly the footprints started in the middle of nowhere. That perplexed A.J. but he moved on following the footprints deeper into the cavernous warehouse.

The footprints started to fade just a little. Finally the footprints faded altogether as A.J. made it to a solid steel door. The door was mercifully unlocked and A.J. twisted the metal handle and swung the heavy door open. He watched it fall back and knocked rust into the air. A.J. sprayed his flashlight into the open door. He spotted rusted stairs that led down to somewhere. A.J. was perplexed that there was a basement in a warehouse.

A metal staircase led down to darkness. A.J. edged cautiously down each step. He was nervous and he was breathing deeply. He could be walking into a trap or he could be walking on steps that could break at any second. He counted each step. One, two…, twenty-one, twenty two…, thirty nine, forty. Finally A.J. felt his feet hit cement. Sweet heavenly cement. He jumped happy to be finally off of the stairs because either he was swaying when he went down each step or because the stairs were swaying. Neither option impressed him.

A.J. moved gracefully through the nothingness that existed in the basement. He flashed his lights around and around searching for anything. He was creeping backwards to what he perceived as the north wall when his foot got caught on something. A.J. felt like a piece of gum had gotten got on his shoe. He looked down at his feet and realized what his foot had been cut on. Half dry blood.

A.J. wanted to scream but realized no one would hear him. Plus how could he face Tom if his highly girly scream echoed through the warehouse. Tom would never let him live it down. A.J. looked glumly at the blood on the floor. It was mostly dry but obviously the body where ever it was had to be still fresh.

A.J. twisted and followed the pool of blood that led to the north wall. He treaded slowly and carefully avoiding stepping into any of the bloody patches on the cement. The blood was thick and dark. A.J. felt nauseous. He hadn’t seen this much blood since Carrie.

He was glancing down at the blood when he hit a wall. Blood ran down the wall. A.J. didn’t want to look up. His eyes and light traced up the wall. Two feet up he saw the victim’s bloody feet. This wasn’t horrible yet. The legs were bloody but untouched. It was when A.J. saw the torso and above that he was horrified. On the man’s chest were two circular marks where the victim had clearly lost a lot of blood. Further up his throat had been slit. The blood started there and had trickled down to form the pool. A.J. checked the man’s arms. He couldn’t see how the man was staying up.

His light flashed to the palms. The hands were bright red. They had long concrete nails jamming through them and something else. A.J. looked at the body again. There had to be more nails somewhere else. He searched the torso again and was horrified to find two more concrete nails in his neck that stretched what little skin he had left and were grotesque looking. Whoever they were dealing with was one sick mother fucker.

20,602 Plot clearing

No excerpt tonight unfortunately as the crack IT guys have shut me down somewhat/ I cant use a USB which means you have to wait until tomorrow morning for a post from sam for me.

Lots of great things happening in my novel though. A second murder has been committed and I have finally cleared up how everything will be connected in my head of course. My novel is devoid of Esmonde references which makes it more boring for me to write but I enjoy the fact that I am able to produce enough from my own imagination to develop a half decent plot.

I will post a nice long passage tomorrow with some 'awesome' dialogue.

also I seem to be more productive at work when I write and then do work. Its a little bizarre.

HOpe everyone else is doing well.

Behind again... But on top of the plot 15,103

My valient effort to get caught up took a big hit when I was unable/unwilling to write much this weekend which is a shame. Thankfully, I wrote a fair amount today 2,500 words to be exact and I moved on from the first unsolved murder to the second. I am not exactly happy with the killer's motive, which I have figured out but I realize people have killed for worst reasons.

I cant post an excerpt tonight but I will tomorrow.

I am very pleased where my novel is heading though. My characters actions and personal ties aren't in conflict and I am actually pleasantly surprised with how much of the plot has come into focus so quickly. the only thing missing is a love interest i guess.... perhaps I will tackle that soon as one of my detectives is losing faith in his abilities.

Closing in on caught up10, 197

It was another banner day for government workers. I while wrote 2000 words while a chunk of the office was off watching the soccer game. the finals must be weird for you Katie.

Anyway I must confessed I haven't had too much trouble moving my novel forward. I am several scenes ahead in ideas and in fact I feel I am rushing these scenes as I desperately want to move onto the second part of my book.

Also I realize I might have confused some of you with my first passage. Poor Brian was my original main character but i quickly wrote him off. He wasn't right.

My current main characters are the detectives handling the death that Brian found. they are Tom Sterling and A.J. Salty.

They are mediocre RCMP officers, competent but not perfect. And they love to ask dumb questions!

Its weird I haven't seen my killer yet but already i know a lot about him: occupation, motives, hair cut, favourite movie. My notebook is full of information about him. This first murder is dragging out a little too much. I think i will soon move on to better places.

Here's an excerpt of them just for fun unedited of course:

Tom Sterling’s sunglasses hid his icy grey eyes even though the skies were quite overcast. His dark short hair stayed neatly in place even as the hard cold spring winds whistle wildly around him. Tom was leaning up against his car with his partner, A.J. Salty, waiting for a local volunteer firefighter to lead them and various forensic and evidence collectors to the crime scene.
Tom puffed on his Marlboro light cigarette wondering why he had been called to crime scene in the middle of nowhere. Surely there was someone in this area who would be capable of handling this case. A.J. gave him a look that indicated he was thinking the same thing. They had been working cases for the past 7 years together and had seem some pretty horrific stuff but it mostly involved unfaithful spouses, gangs and drugs.
Usually things like that didn’t happen in small towns. Unfaithful spouses just beat each other or if it got really bad they just disappeared. In any case, these types of cases rarely crossed the desk of middle of the pack detectives of the OPP for whatever reason.
A.J., who was always prepared, was going over instructions to every group of evidence collectors. There were pairs who would be assigned to search the forest around the crime scene for trace evidence and other information that may be pertinent for the case.
A.J. also passed out black note books that would be used document anything and everything that was found or noted in the area around the body.
The head volunteer firefighter finally arrived back to the congregation of OPP officers and their Ford Crown Victoria’s. They were all different colours but they all served the same purposes. They were fast, explosive and readily burnable.
Joe Saunders, the head of the volunteer fire fighter corps, went straight to the A.J. and Tom. “This is horrible.” He mumbled to them.
Tom’s steely ice eyes directed their way towards him. “What’s horrible is the fact that we’ve been waiting twenty minutes for your ass to get back here.” Saunders jumped at the harshness and complete assholeness of Tom but Tom wasn’t even done yet he threw the lit cigarette down and disgust and tore into him. “When you call the OPP in on a case we don’t like to be kept waiting, volunteer. Now get your fucking ass in gear and get us to the crime scene.”
Joe didn’t move for a second but then Tom eyes bore into him and he quickly got into step. “Follow me.” He breathed not at all amused by Tom and his attitude. A.J. fell into step beside Joe to smooth over the tensions that he made be harbouring towards the OPP. A.J. played the good cop fairly well. Well enough that the fire chief would not be too unhappy by the time they made it to the crime scene. He began relaying what little information they knew about the man.
“He was discovered by a hiker yesterday afternoon, who was quite beat up himself. He busted his ankle getting the information to us and to tell you the true he was so pale I thought he was going to puke.”
A.J. interjected with a question, “Did he lead you back to the body.”
“Not quite. He was unable to walk and probably wouldn’t have been persuaded to go back to the place for a million dollars.”
“That bad?” A.J asked his face showing some faint worry lines.
Joe nodded at him glumly. “He is strung up like a piece of meat. We wanted to bring him down you know as a sign of respect but I thought you would not want the body to be touch.”
“That’s true. You did a good job.

Ha encryption be damned 8,057

I successfully managed to get my book onto a computer with internet access! yeah for excerpts.

I wrote 2500 words today and that has to be a success although sam is quick to remind me that I am still a ways away from catching up. It has been quite hot in here over the past day and a half and that managed to awkwardly make it to my novel.

I am reading everyone's blogs tomorrow and hope to start posting some comments. No NHL players yet but I decided everyone who dies with be free agents from the NBA... not actual NBA players but their names.

Here is th first part of my novel unedited and in all the glory of a newborn child.

Brian Gumball was a simple man. He lived alone in a townhouse in Mississauga and commuted to his boring everyday IT job in Toronto everyday. He provided technical support to Bell system and spent most of his days answering the phone and helping Bell employees across the country with their technical issues. Brian was unusual in the IT world because his favourite hobby was hiking in the hilly areas of the Niagara Escarpment with his dog. Unfortunately Brian did not realize that his peaceful and healthy hobby was about to give him nightmares for years to come and eventually drive him insane.
Brian began his day peacefully enough. He was slowly ascending the escarpment near Kimberly Ontario. The trip to the top of the escarpment was around 40 minutes given the leisurely pace that Brian was going, and today he wasn’t in any rush.
It was an overcast Sunday in early April. The snow had mostly melted although some remained on the nearby ski slope Talisman. Brian had driven up from Toronto for the day with his beautiful golden retriever, Marcella. Marcella was an obedient dog and she thoroughly enjoyed these days when Brian took her out. She would be unleashed and run for miles and miles always within earshot of Brian. Occasionally, Brian would toss a stick for her to retrieve but mostly she kept herself entertain and was the perfect company for Brian.
Together the reach the top of the escarpment without too much trouble. The view was magnificent. Together they looked down on the valley. It seemed a little barren as the trees had yet to have any of the magnificent green leafs that the region was normally known for.
Brian checked his watch and the skies to ensure it was safe to continue the hike. The paths that he normally hiked on were fairly well worn but there were some rocky patches that when wet were quite slippery and dangerous. The forecast had called for some rain but when have the weather man ever been right? Regrettably for Brian even a blind squirrel finds his nuts every once and a while. If only he had turned around and called it a day then.
Brian concluded it was safe to continue the hike and headed into a more overgrown trail. The forest literally towered above him and Brian went into a much darker place than he had been just a few seconds ago. It was noticeably cooler and Brian zipped up his windbreaker and push through with Marcella by his side.
The walk began as mostly enjoyable. He found a cool fresh water stream where he filled up his water bottle and found some nice smooth red rocks. He pocketed for his collection and to see what type of stones they would turn out to be. He went a little further and picked up a hiking stick that he thought even Edmund Hillary would have felt was appropriate. He continued deeper into the forest when he noticed that the forest was getting a shade darker than he wanted it to. In the distance he heard a rumble. Brian looked up and could barely see some dark clouds moving overhead towards him.
Brian swore violently. He had no recollection of a thunder storm in the area when he had checked his weather report. This worried him and he whistled for Marcella. His whistle perked not only Marcella ears but also of a brown squirrel in the area. Marcella spotted the squirrel and took off after it.
“No Marcella!” Brian yelled as he fled after her and that damn squirrel. Brian leapt over fallen logs and large protruding roots trying to catch up. Naturally this is when the Gods decided to take a piss. Large drops hit the top of the canopy and the drips that were hitting Brian soon began to form a full downpour. Brian’s old battered Expo’s cap that he had cherished since his childhood was soaked in moments and his glasses had large drops streaming across them obscuring his view. Brian had lost the squirrel some time ago and he sensed that Marcella had as well.
Marcella was sitting twenty metres in front of him looking up a tree. Brian slowed and confronted Marcella whom he did not appreciate running off like that. Brian called Marcella and whistled at her to no avail whatever was in that tree had her complete attention. He looked up to see what it was. The rain was obscuring his vision but he managed to make out the unmistakeable bandit eyes of an adult raccoon. Stupid small fuckin’ mammals.
Brian made the mistake that many men make, usually when they see a beautiful woman: he forgot to look where he was walking. He felt his left foot slip on the rock and experience the moment everyone dreaded, that feeling of going down and knowing there is absolutely nothing you can do to fix it. Brian’s body rolled left as he tumbled down the slick muddy slope.
The drop was more than twenty meters but Brian was incredibly lucky as the ground was mostly soft. Brian had shut his eyes and didn’t see the dead spin that he was in. He rolled to a clearing where two trees stood five meters apart. If Brian had rolled right through the two trees he would have fallen 20 feet to a rocky platform below and have almost certainly died. Instead he smoked the tree on the right with the back of his head halting his momentum and knocking him completely unconscious.
Marcella walked down the steep slope with the steadiness that only animals seemed to be blessed with. Marcella may have had an affinity for small mammals but she had a fierce loyalty that drew her back to Brian. She stayed by him through the stormy night and kept him safe from whatever ever may have been out there, never leaving his side.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Brian remained unconscious long after the rain had stopped falling and for all of the night as well. He was lucky that he had dressed warmly and had a mostly water proof outfit that had kept him dry. The night had been slightly cool but Marcella had cuddle up next to him and kept him warm. Brian had awoken the following morning as Marcella slobbered all over his face looking for her daily meal.
The moment Brian regained consciousness he immediately regretted it. He hurt all over. He felt like his head had been hammered with the back of an axe. His arms were dotted with dark blue bruises and his right ankle was extremely tendered as he lifted himself up to his feet. He slowly regained focus in his eyes to check out his surroundings. He was on a platform that was halfway up the escarpment and was fairly clear. There were stumps that appeared to have been recently cut. The area was fairly manicured for the middle of an area the escarpment that few went to. He looked back to the two trees that had saved his life and realized exactly why the area had been so manicured. It was in complete contrast to the rest of the valley. Someone wanted this area to have been found and Brian had been the unfortunate one to have found it.
He searched his pockets for his cell phone knowing that he would come up empty. He didn’t have anything except his keys; he always left his electronics in his car to experience the peacefulness of his hike. After today there would not be any peace for Brian in the Niagara Escarpment. Or any other forest for that matter.
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Brian gazed at the thing in front of him. It was a hair raising sight. What little food was left in Brian’s stomach quickly as liberated itself from his system and ended up in a sickly looking pile of green goop.
Brian forced himself to look away from the body that was hanging between the two trees but it was difficult in the same way that it’s difficult to look away from a train wreck. The body was a male maybe 5’8” with long dirty blond hair that was streaked with the unmistakeable dark red hue of dried blood.
He was strung up by his wrists and ankles in a star position and luckily (hardly winning the lottery luck but luck nonetheless) his junk was facing towards the valley. The reason that Brian stomach was now empty was due to the fact that this man’s skin on his legs was mostly shredded and large chunks of muscle were protruding from what little skin remained. AS he Brian gazed up he realized that that was not the worst part.
The worst part of the man was above his mutilated ass. At the bottom of his lower back there was a hole four inches in diameter that went clear through his body. Brian could see the trees further down through this hole.
Brian bit his lip and summoned what little courage and strength he had left. He grabbed a long walking stick nearby and used it as a crouch. He whistled for Marcella and began the trek back to his car to alert the local authorities.
By the time Brian had stumbled his way back to his car it was mid afternoon. By the time local volunteer firefighter team had arrived it was late afternoon. After they had examined the body, thrown up, and realized that what they were dealing with was well above their heads they decided to call the RCMP.

whoops thats a little long... dont hate me for that

First Death: my sanity 5570 words

well it was a tough start and I am already well behind on the word count but surprisnly happy where my book is right now.

the cottage was nice though.

I dont have an excerpt because i umm.... am not writing on my laptop... we'll leave it at that.

So far in my book two detectives have a found a dead body in a forest near kimberly ontario. Quite exciting. They just identified the victim and are on the way to interview his girlfriend/wife... not sure what I decided.

writing has been slow but smooth. I hope to be slowly catching up on word count this week. i may be wasting some of your tax dollars this week writing. i hope you don't mind lol.

Tomorrow i will post an excerpt and comment on other blogs.

stupid free agency is keeping my focus off of ResNoWriMo!

COngrats to everyone else on a great start!

A serial killer thriller

I have had a horribly difficult time deciding what I wanted to write about this summer. I started looking over parts of my old novel for bits and pieces of inspiration but found nothing. I was completely overwhelmed by how much I disliked what I had written. It was a little horrifying.

But I am well aware of what I disliked so much about my previous novel. So I can improve upon that.

After a month or so of slacking at work and pondering ideas I finally came to one i feel like committing to tonight at dinner with Sam.

A serial killer thriller!

Original? Probably not. Exciting and at least a little interesting? You betcha.

I have a better idea of a plot but I will keep it under wraps for now. I dont want to give to much away.

Scott