Confronting Evil

I touched down at the writing cabin and eased to a stop. Bento* was walking out of the forest carrying something furry. Smoke trickled from his lips, and he had a rifle slung over his shoulder.

I parked on the elevator and rode into the basement. I dropped off my boots and headed upstairs. Bento was in the kitchen, in slippers of his own.

“Looks like you got some rabbits,” I said. “I hope that rifle didn’t chew them up too bad.”

“It didn’t,” he said. “I snared them. The rifle is for protection. Your forsest is dangerous. These are for lunch.”

“Cool. Just Don’t tell Lisa**. She’s a known rabbit lover.”

“I am aware. I’ve seen Bunny, and quite frankly, we’d need to invite friends over if we cooked him.”

I slapped him on the shoulder. “He’s pretty big, alright. I’m going to work.”

I slipped into my paranormal room and tossed my hat on the stone gargoyle. I had at least two big fights I wanted to put my main character, Patty, through. I let the Will ‘O the Wisp out of the bell jar and started writing.

Bento slipped in and made coffee. He swung the arm into the fireplace so it could boil. He handed me a cup of grounds. “Drop this in when it boils. Swing it back over the fire, and don’t over cook it. I know Lisa does everything for you, but you aren’t helpless.”

I wrote my way through the first fight, and looked through the cabin. Lorelei*** promised to show me her Sharon Stone move before the big fight. We called it extra inspiration. She was nowhere to be found.

I rummaged through an old closet and changed into some pajamas and a tee shirt. I climbed upstairs to the shower. Bento had moved into Lisa’s room and was living out of two suitcases. His straight razor, comb, and shaving bowl were all lined up perfectly on the dresser.

I stepped into the shower in my bed clothes and turned the water on cold. It was cabin in the mountains cold. I watched how the cloth stuck to my legs, and chest. I checked how the cloth stuck when I moved around. My hair went limp, and my beard tangled across my chest. Patty doesn’t have a beard, but I got the general idea. I shivered as the icy water ran down my butt crack. Maybe that part doesn’t need to go into the story.

I dried off, changed, and put the wet stuff in the laundry room. Bento scowled as I carried the clothes through the kitchen.

Coffee and the fireplace was my next stop. When the shivering stopped, I pulled on my lab coat and buttoned it tight.

I whipped up a rainstorm for the ages in my story. It might as well be dark and far from home while I’m at it. Patty faced the thing that caused her all the problems. Spoiler alert, she survived.

Still no sign of Lorelei. She owes me.

The smell of braised rabbit wafted into the office. It was exotic and delicious all at the same time.

I freshened my coffee and sat in my wingback chair. I slid the ottoman into place and put one leg up.

Bento dropped off a plate of crusty bread, grilled sardines, and some white cheese. “Start with this. Lunch will take a bit longer.”

I picked at my pre lunch. I don’t know what the Portuguese call it, but it was good.

My word count is at 69,878. That’s 2450 for the day. I’m sure it would have been better if Lorelei had shown up. Patty needs to come to grips with what happened, accept a few things, clean up her mess, and go through a denouement.

Somehow, I doubt this story will reach 80,000 words. I always reduce words when I edit, and don’t know if I can call Will ‘O the Wisp a novel. I mean, I could. I could call it a moose, but that wouldn’t make it true.

When I go back through it, I can add some words by making all the bad things worse. I have to be careful not to make Patty too whiny and upset the readers.

That’s a worry for a different day. I have to finish the silly thing first.

Bento set up his braised rabbit on the coffee table. Everything was wonderful, even the grilled vegetables.

When we finished, Bento rolled a cigarette and said, “I’ll get the dishes later. I’m going to step outside for a moment.”

All in all, it was a pretty good day.

* Bento is a supporting character in my novel, Panama. Coming soon to a Kindle near you. The search for a cover artist continues. He’s filling in for Lisa while she’s on vacation.

** Lisa is the main character in Wild Concept. She’s also a robot, and works for me full time. Oh, and she’d appreciate a few more readers.

*** Lorelei is my Muse, and did not appear in this story. I wonder if there’s some union I can lodge a complaint with.

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7 responses to “Confronting Evil

  1. Word count goals kill me. I am planning to speak to that in my post today. Keep writing šŸ™‚ All that really matters is that you’re telling the story.

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    • I’ll watch for your post. I know there is no official, carved in stone number of words to make a novel. I also know that paranormal stuff can be on the short end. I just wanted 80K and it chaps me.

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      • Probably won’t post until tomorrow. 80K is like everyone’s magic number. My book was 94K but could have probably been paired down to 80K with a good comprehensive edit..Yet, I just read a 40K novella manuscript by another author and the story was told perfectly. All depends.

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      • Most of my stuff has been in the neighborhood of 90K. I’ve gotten as high as 132K but that one stays in the trunk. I need to finish it, then worry about the other stuff.

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  2. If you do lodge a complaint for Lorelei not showing up, please be sure to say she didn’t come to help you with your moose. I am wondering if the Complaint Department might understand. šŸ˜‰ Another great post, my friend! šŸ˜€

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