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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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Things I’d love to write about, but won’t

I’m sure most writers have a list similar to this one. For one reason or another, there are things we enjoy, but will never write about.

Keep in mind, this is a blog post, not a vow. If I ever get popular, I reserve the right to change my mind.

Werewolves. I love classic werewolves. The scary ones, where you wind up having sympathy for the human with an uncontrollable condition, and with the madness that comes from knowing what he’s done. I really don’t like superhero werewolves, prancing shirtless werewolves, cat people, werepigs etc. And what’s with the trend where they can change any old time they like, moon or no moon? I’m afraid a return to the traditional wouldn’t even get a second look from readers.

The Headless Horseman. This is just a cool character. He’s been done well, and he’s been done poorly. He’s just something I prefer to enjoy. I don’t feel the need to write about him. There are other revenge based stories I can write.

Vampires. Again, I mean the classic traditional vampire of legend. There was a romantic tragedy about them that created sympathy in readers. They’ve become everything from splash, gore, and shock to boy toy eye candy. They can walk around in daylight now. The traditional protections don’t seem to work anymore. I’m afraid they’ve been bastardized beyond recognition.

Zombies. I actually wrote about them a couple of times. I think it’s out of my system now. In one case, I changed them into something else entirely. I never used the word zombie at all, and now they are something else. It was the hive mind I needed, not the undead. One of my favorite zombie characters are the Cybermen from Dr. Who. If you think about it, Cybermen use humans to make more Cybermen. They’re scary, and I think they’re done well.

Classic monsters are like a magician’s trick. We’ve been shown how it works, and the magic is gone. The public has seen so many of them they aren’t frightening any longer. Readers expect a zombie or werewolf behind every rock.

I respect those who want to take them for one more ride. They can be as unique as we are; therefore, their stories can be different. I just won’t be one who takes them out and plays with them.

I don’t feel the same way about robots, magic, or space. Natural dangers sell themselves. Sharks, psychos, evil corporations, and governments are in the evening news. These are broader brush issues and variations are easier to come up with.

What do the rest of you think? Are there characters you love, but won’t write? Are there characters you won’t read about anymore? Movies that you’ll pass up, because the monsters are tired?


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