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Hello fellow bloggers, and those who are also authors. 

I FINALLY came up with a blurb for book 2, The Will of the Dark Creator! The book has been FIFTEEN months in the making, so it’s about dam time. This is the rough draft of the blurb. I know it probably needs to be shortened, because it’s a little over 400 words. And the ideal blurb is supposed to be under 400 words, right? Here’s what I concocted so far. Let me know what you think… 


The alignment of the three moons is a sign of positive changes to come… 

How come the opposite is happening?… 

This second installment picks up where the first book left off, as the fun and festivities continue at the Hecctrossipy Festival—Continent 15’s yearly tradition that celebrates the victory over a legendary evil monster who had the power to manipulate the elements, and create chaos. However, not everyone is having a good time. 

Artheena has been unexpectedly betrayed by her sister, and cruelly used and disposed of by who she thought was the man she was meant to be with. While Mell May basks in her stolen glory, Artheena is left to figure out how to piece back together her shattered world. 

Shortly after the festival ends, she learns that there are far worse problems to worry about than her broken heart. Jyoseppy—the great entity in charge of the negative side of creation—is taking over other lands on Velva Leena with its catastrophic weather, strange and deadly new diseases, and other dark forces of nature. In a world where the majority supports Jumellica—the great entity in charge of the positive side of creation—even the Guardians can’t figure out how and where the dark creator is getting its steadily increasing power. Continent 15 is one of the few remaining safe havens on the planet—but for how much longer? 

An unknown virus is wrecking havoc among the grungol population. Young vervetts are disappearing without a trace, even while safely inside their own homes. Gruesome killings happen deep within the forest, that are too brutal to have been done by a carnivorous animal. Guardians and villagers have to put up a harder and harder fight to drive Jyoseppy’s destructive forces out of Continent 15. 

Jyoseppy’s dark influences also overshadow the lives of Artheena and her close-knit circle of friends and loved ones. 

Mell May returns to Village 3, alone and mentally unstable. Is she suffering through emotional trauma from being used and disposed of too? Or is it possible that there could be a much more disturbing reason behind her short-lived stardom? 

By the end of this second installment, someone will become a cold blooded killer, another will become a prisoner, and another will die.  

The dark creator’s hecctrossipy may be just a storybook myth, but the great entity’s will to take over all creation isn’t. 

PART 😬😬 of… 🧀💩 Skeevids! Eeeeew! 💩🧀

Hi, again. 

It’s tomorrow! As I promised, here is the second excerpt to Chapter 24: SKEEVIDS from HECCTROSSIPY 2: The Will of the Dark Creator. The plot thickens, and oh, ugh, so does the mess. 


“What’s wrong with me?” Willberry asked, through frightened tears. 

“You’re sick,” said Burjiss, gently. “You have skeevids, but it’s going to go away soon.” 

“Every little vervett boy and girl gets skeevids,” said Tabatha, in the same gentle tone. “Even mommy and daddy got it when we were little. So did Mell May and Artheena, but we’re all OK now. So you’re going to be OK too.” 

“Just because you guys got it, doesn’t mean I should’ve got it!” cried Willberry. “I’m cold!” 

“Want me to put you’re blanket back over you?” mom offered. 

“No!” Willberry wined. “My blanket hurts! My bed hurts! Everywhere hurts! Why did I have to get skeevids!” He let out a howling cry of misery. 

Artheena’s heart swelled with empathy. In that moment, she felt what he was suffering through, as though she became that sick five-year-old self again. She felt the full-bodied pain of his infected skin, the burning and the aching bone chills of his fever, and the unbearable stinging and scratching sensation he probably felt when his blanket touched his skin. She wanted to hug him and hold him, and reassure him with all the words of comfort she could think up, but of course, that would do more harm than good.    

Willberry’s case of skeevids looked even worse than Artheena’s. His skin bubbled all over with the gruesome, grayish white bumps. Many of them were large enough to bulge like stones beneath his nightshirt. Tennis ball sized skeevids swelled over his knee caps. Clusters of smaller skeevids swelled between the larger ones, making his skin resemble a parasitic insects’ egg sack nursery. His whole neck, from above his collar bones to the bottom of his chin, was completely covered with the bumps, making it too painful to move his head. Skeevids were on his palms and on the soles of his feet. Egg sack clusters of them formed between his fingers and toes. They even formed on his scalp. Artheena couldn’t help feeling sick to her stomach, seeing the round, grayish white bumps slowly swelling up from beneath Willberry’s hair. 

“I know it hurts, and you feel lousy, but every little vervett has to go through it,” said mom, about to pat his head, but quickly stopped herself. “It’s a rough part of the journey of growing up, but it’ll pass very soon.” 

“Do grungol kids get skeevids?” Willberry asked, sniffling. 

“No,” said dad, “But grungols get other sicknesses.” 

The thought of Audry voraciously eating her own coins flashed into Artheena’s mind, and the way she hungrily licked the blood off her hands after she’d accidentally bitten them. 

“That’s not fair!” Willberry shouted through sobs. “Why wasn’t I born a grungol!” 

One of the tennis ball sized skeevids burst with an explosive, POP, startling them all. As much as it hurt to move his head, Willberry couldn’t help look. He screamed in horror at the sight of the gushing gray hole in his knee where the skeevid had been. He scrunched his eyes shut, crying with panic. Burjiss, Tabatha, and Artheena tried to calm him. They tried to get through to him that they were going to take care of him, and he was going to get well, and then once he was all better, the skeevids would never come back. However, he was inconsolable. He cried and screamed over them, like little Artheena did during her baths. 

Willberry knew about skeevids, but he was never exposed to the disturbing illness in real life. Tabatha was pregnant with him, when Artheena and Mell May got it. Some of his classmates went through it, and so did his friend, Snap, but he didn’t see them when they were sick. Snap’s parents were especially strict about not allowing him to have visitors while he had skeevids.   

“I’m sure I still have that old roll of stay strips from when you girls were sick!” said mom, raising her voice over Willberry’s hysterical crying. “But we might need more lisp leaves and ingredients for plugging paste for when he starts getting better!” She looked directly into Willberry’s tear streaming, disfigured face. “You hear that, little hecctrossipy! You’re going to get better, like a strong little monster!” 

“I’ll go get his supplies!” Artheena volunteered. “I hope to Jumellica that the place is open this early! We’re here to save you, Willberry!” Then she hurried out of the room, and made a leap and a short sprint to the front door. 

The rainy early morning air was so cold, it made her cough the moment she bounded onto the wet front walking path. Puddles splashed beneath her, their icy coldness uncomfortably nipping at her bare feet. She broke into a sprint again, once she reached the sticky, wet clay street. It was as putrid as Earth’s swamps outside, from so much waterlogged and rotting vegetation all over the village. Artheena’s beloved gardens were suffering too, but she hung on to the optimistic hope that all her trees and plants would survive and fully recover. The neighborhoods were a rushing blur as gray as the sky, as she sped through them, faster than Earth’s cheetahs. Rain drops pelted at her like icy pebbles, stinging her eyes, and soaking her shirt. 

It wasn’t until she reached the South Section boundary, when she realized that she had been in such a hurry, she forgot to change into daytime clothes before she went out. Artheena laughed this off without a care. It didn’t matter if she looked like a complete weirdo, going to the store in her nightshirt. The rain was getting a little heavier, which meant there was no time to waste, and her poor brother needed his coping shrouds. 

The Children’s Medical Supplies store was a boxy, blueish purple wooden building with a few pieces of colorfully painted, babies’ sized playground equipment on its wooden front porch. Once she saw that the store’s lights were on, she leapt over the porch steps, accidentally knocking down a tiny pink slide as she scrambled through the front door. 

Two orange-collared men greeted her, each carrying a bucket of warm, frothy mange water, ready to wash the wet clay from her feet. As long as it continued raining, this was to be part of the shopping routine. Artheena thought it was kind of nice. 

“I’m so glad this place is open.” she said, smiling and lifting a foot to the orange-collar standing nearer to her. The other orange-collar proceeded to clean the floor where Artheena stepped.

“They’re open all day and night, for the time being,” said the public servant, pulling a wet wash cloth from his bucket, and scrubbing her foot. “Guardians’ new orders. Thank Jumellica too. I don’t know if it’s this bad weather, but a lot of kids are getting sick now. The hospital is getting too crowded with sick people as it is.” 

Artheena shuttered at the thought of when the Guardians admitted the truth about Jyoseppy’s dark forces spreading through the world without explanation. 

“But at least no one has gotten sick enough to die, right?” she said, letting the orange-collar dry off her foot and begin washing the other one. 

“Nope,” he said with a smile. “And by the grace of the good entity, we’ll all make sure it stays that way.” 

“I see you ran out of fresh daytime clothes.” said the other public servant, smiling at her as he finished wiping the floor, and took a seat on a half-empty table of large medicinal roots. 

“She gave the men a look, as though she thought they’d lost their minds. “Oh, come on, you guys. You didn’t here about how new Scientific studies have shown that nightshirts are a more suitable garment for running in cold, wet weather. They allow a better aerodynamic air flow which helps you move faster than if you wore shorts or pants.” Her factual tone was so convincing, the two men pondered over this bit of information for a split moment. “I’m only kidding,” she laughed. “My baby brother came down with skeevids, this morning, and I need to get some coping shrouds, lisp leaves, and extra ingredients for plugging paste. But I was so in a rush to get them that I left the house without paying attention to what I’m waring.” 

“I like it,” said a young man who suddenly appeared in the room. “It’s blue, my favorite color.” He gave Artheena a crooked-toothed, flirty smile. “And it matches your pretty eyes.” He walked over to her, and shook her hand. “Hi, I’m Danknoid. I’m one of the new staff here, and I’ll be more than happy to help you.” 

Artheena smiled at him graciously, mentally reminding herself to not go back to her old snobby ways, by judging Danknoid to be a total dweeb. His curly main of bright yellow-orange hair looked like a giant briar. And his slight build and round, pimply face made him appear no older than thirteen

“You boys go ahead and restock the tea and snacks in the break room,” Danknoid said to the orange collars, as though he owned the place. “I’ll be helping this beautiful lady with her shopping.” 

“Thank you, but you don’t need to,” Artheena said politely. “I know where everything is. I’ve been here before many times.” 

Danknoid looked amused. “No, you do need my help. You not only ran to the store in your nighttime clothes, you forgot to take your shopping tote with you.” 

“Ugh!” Artheena groaned, stomping her foot. “I forgot to bring money too! I can’t believe what a flake I am, this morning.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” said Danknoid, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be your tote and hold your things for you, and I have hundreds of coins in my coin holder. Just tell me how many you think you need, and your shopping is covered.” 

“Oh, thank Jumellica!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him as she mentally thanked the good entity for granting her the fortune of being the girl that all the single guys want. She had always taken her way with men for granted, but for once, she truly needed this power of having above-average beauty for unselfish purposes. 

“My tote is in the store owners’ office. Follow me.” He took her by the arm and lead the way. The office was a tiny room in the back of the store that could barely fit the cluttered, two-person work desk that was crammed within it. Once they were in the office, Danknoid closed the door. A mischievous look flashed across his pimply face. Artheena felt a pang of anxiety, immediately knowing that this boy was up to no good. She backed up against a narrow space of wall, as Danknoid reached under the desk, and pulled out a purple polka dotted leather tote. Then he took out a coin holder that was twice the size of hers. He opened it up to show her that it was filled to the brim with Rewards and Thank Yous. 

“You can have all of this, and buy your brother all the medicine in the entire store if you want.” he said, in a lowered voice. “But on one condition…” He eyed her up and down with a wicked, crooked-toothed grin. 


Woe! Heck nah! Do I have the indecency to make this book, which is geared for a 14 + audience, get a little juicy??? Check your WordPress reader for tomorrow’s excerpt to find out. 

Love you all! Post you soon! 

PART ☠️☠️☠️☠️ of… 🧀💩 Skeevids! Eeeeew! 💩🧀

It’s the conclusion! The fourth and final excerpt of chapter 24. I know this was an odd place in the book to post rough draft samples, so I hope you’re not totally lost. If you kind of are, and you’d rather start at chapter 1, you’re welcome to be a beta reader. Even though this is the second book, there are recaps on things that went on in book 1. So you’ll have enough of an idea of what previously happened, to be able to follow the second installment. I will announce when The Will of the Dark Creator is ready for beta reading. Anyhow, here’s the rest of this grotesque chapter. 

Sweet nightmares… 


Artheena moved like lightning. First sprinting through the South Section, and then doing high leaps over West Section streets and from roof top to roof top to get to the Household Cleaning Supplies store more quickly. The store only sold the same few types of items, so she was able to get what she needed and get out, in a little over an Earth minute. Then she sprinted and leapt home at such a speed, she barely felt the rain drops touch her skin. 

The house was freshened up a little bit, by the time Artheena came home. Willberry was no longer screaming, which meant that his bath was over. Artheena heard him still in the bathroom, sobbing and talking to dad in a winy voice. 

As she headed for the cleaning supply closet to restock it, she found mom in the kitchen, busily scrubbing Willberry’s vomit and skeevid juice soiled bed clothes in a wooden washtub full of pickly green, soapy water. “Breakfast is going to be light, this morning,” said mom. “Just spring grain porridge and roasted dried beans, since our oven isn’t going to be available.” 

As long as the swimming pool stayed solidified during the rainy weather, they had to continue doing their laundry the hard way, and use the oven as a drier. 

“That’s fine.” said Artheena, not having much of an appetite, despite how active her morning was. 

“I changed Willberry’s sheet and pillow case,” said mom. “I’m going to need you to do me a favor, and spread a good amount of toilet leaf litter over his bed, so it doesn’t get any more soaked. The poor guy puked up just about half an ocean this morning. I tried my best to scrub the mess out of his bed and his carpet, but unfortunately, the carpet is probably going to get filthy again, if he has more huge accidents.” 

Artheena quickly finished putting away the new cleaning supplies, and hurried into the bathroom. Her stomach turned at the sight of poor Willberry. He was lying naked on a shallow mound of towels on the floor. Without his nightshirt, she could see the full extent of his skeevids. Bulges and clusters of the infected bumps took over his body, leaving only a small number of spots where his skin was clear. In other places on his skin that had no bumps, Artheena saw translucent gray and dark gray circles on them—the sign of more skeevids to come. The other tennis ball sized skeevid had popped while Artheena was away, leaving both knees with a large gray crater in them. The crater over his left knee had three darker gray circles within it. 

“Artheena, get me out of here,” Willberry wined through pitiful sobs. “Dad won’t stop cleaning the tub, and it’s making my stomach feel barfy.” 

Dad had emptied Willberry’s bath water, and was now busily wiping down the inside of the tub with a handful of mange fruit wedges, and removing stray pulp with a wiping leaf. Artheena remembered how the strong citrus smell of mange fruit made her nauseous, when she had skeevids. 

“I just came in here to get the toilet litter,” she said, giving her brother a sympathetic look. “Mommy says to put some on your bed, in case you have another accident.” 

“Dad, stop it,” Willberry pleaded. “I’m going to throw up again.” 

“That’s what all those towels are for,” said dad, calmly. “If you’re going to get sick again, they’ll catch it.” 

Willberry gagged loudly, and his eyes began to water. Artheena got out of there with the bag of toilet leaf litter, before a stream of vomit shot across the bathroom floor. 

His bed and carpet were still wet from when mom cleaned them, but at least his room smelled like housewashing soap and mange fruit, instead of puke and skeevid juice. She scooped heaping mounds of the absorbent litter onto his bed, and carefully spread it out in an even layer. Then it was time to get out a coping shroud, and put it over the litter. The boxes of shrouds had been unloaded from the wheel burrow, and stacked up outside of Willberry’s door. Artheena cringed, and her stomach turned again, as a cloud of powdered herb smell wafted from the shroud once she began unfolding it. The smell was like a mixture of dead leaves, metallic minerals, and a weird sweet smell that reminded her of ripe plums and ink twigs. She had forgotten the smell until now. More traumatic memories flashed through her mind, as she carefully laid out the unfolded shroud. “Why do we even use these things? Bleck,” she said to herself, brushing away herb powder that got on her hands. “They don’t do anything at all.” 

Another bloody-murder scream echoed through the house, as Burjiss carried Willberry back to his room. He was wrapped up in a towel, which was already starting to turn gray. Artheena cringed, hearing the muffled pops of more skeevids bursting beneath it. 

“It stinks really bad in here!” Willberry yelled. “What did you do to my room mom?!” 

“She cleaned it up for you!” said Burjiss, raising his voice over a crying meltdown. 

“Why?!” Willberry screamed. “I don’t want it cleaned!” 

“Your room was filthy, and sick children need to be in clean rooms!” said dad. Tabatha came hurrying into the room to help them. 

“I don’t want you cleaning my room ever again, mom! I don’t like clean smell anymore!” yelled the little vervett, sounding bratty. However, none of them reprimanded him for this. They all empathized with his pain and sensitivities, especially Artheena. 

“It smells just fine in here!” she sternly argued over his crying. “It only smells bad to you, because your tummy is so sensitive! Now it’s time to get back in bed, and try to get some rest!” 

“I want to go to bed in Mell May’s room!” he argued, in a howling wine. 

“No!” said Tabatha. “Mell May’s room will make your stomach sensitive too, and that won’t be any good!” 

“I want to go to Mell May’s room! I… want… to… go… to MELL MAY’S ROOM!” he kept screaming, as Burjiss, Tabatha, and Artheena gently unraveled the towel from him, and laid him on the herb powdered paper. Then they carefully folded the shroud over his whole body and around his head, leaving only his face uncovered. “I WANT TO GO TO MELL MAY’S ROOM! MELL MAY’S ROOM!” His voice rose to such a scary sounding, screechy pitch, he no longer sounded like a person, but like some kind of raging monster. And there was a crazy, murderous look in his crying eyes. He was angry because he wasn’t getting his way and couldn’t fight back, but his pain and suffering amplified this anger to a level that had them all a little frightened. “GET THIS THING OFF ME! IT’S PRICKLING ME! IT’S PRICKLING ME!” He kicked and beat against the inside of the shroud, as his rage turned to panic. 

“Don’t freak out! It’s not prickling you!” Tabatha could barely shout loud enough over another screaming fit. “The shroud has medicine in it that’s good for you, and will help you heal!” 

His screaming rose to such a volume, the sound vibrated through the wet carpet and jabbed through Artheena’s ears. She couldn’t believe that such a deafening sound could come from a small child. 

Then there was a sudden loud, gurgling rumble from Willberry’s bed, accompanied by an intense, putrid smell that was worse than the smell of vomit and skeevid juice. Willberry had worked himself up into having a diarrhea accident. Burjiss, Tabatha, and Artheena exchanged anguished looks. They were going to have to remove him from the coping shroud, give him another bath, replace the soiled shroud and any soiled toilet litter, and then try to calm him down while getting him back in bed, all over again. Artheena remembered crying and screaming a lot, when she had skeevids, but she wasn’t even half as loud and temperamental as her brother. 

“Please, Jumellica, help us keep our sanity.” said dad, his barely audible words sounding weak and powerless under Willberry’s screaming, reminding Artheena of how strongly the dark side was rising against Jumellica’s admirers. 


Thank you so much for reading. I hope your stomach is doing OK. Despite the nastiness, I hope you enjoyed these excerpts. If you did, it would be awesome to have you express that with a like or a comment. If you didn’t enjoy them, those comments are welcomed too. Part of being a writer is getting to know readers’ likes and dislikes. 

I don’t know when I’ll be back on Earth full-time, where I can spend more time catching up on those of you I follow, and writing more original posts,, but I’ll get back as soon as I can. 

Love you all! Post you in a while! Another space taxi is on its way to take me back to planet Velva Leena.   

My precious baby evil chaotic Monster is leaving the nest!

My debut novel is FINALLY coming out into the world, next month!! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! It’ll be available on Amizon! Nobody knows who the hell I am, yet, or the fact that my book exists, but I’m still so excited about it finally being released. HECCTROSSIPY 1: The Legend of the Land has been three years in the making. Since then, I lost count of how many re-writes it’s been through, but I don’t regret the pain staking, anal-retentive effort. 

It was February of 2017, when the idea came to mind. Every once in a while, it’s fun to just space out, and play around with my imagination. I brainstorm on things like, really stupid inventions, inventions that are good ideas, dessert recipes, and new story ideas. With story ideas, I usually don’t have to make much effort to conjure them up. Most of the time, they pop on in without warning. 

I could be minding my own business, snacking on olives, and blabbing with dad, about some latest discovery on Jupiter. Then an idea for a cutesy kiddie story, involving teddy bears and layer cakes, would come to mind. Or a mental movie about how drastically the Earth might change, if a second moon came into orbit might start playing in my head, while I’m browsing the women’s tunic section at Wal-Mart. 

Sometimes, during one of my imagination playing trances, I’l come up with a character, and a vague hint of a setting and plot, and then just see where it goes on its own. The Hecctrossipy idea was from one of those moments. 

It was late at night. I was lying on my bed, taking my eye drops, while going into an imagination trance, and staring at my Asian column lamp. I imagined two human-like teenage girls, who lived on a different planet. One had blond hair, and the other had brown hair. They were life-long best friends, who liked to hang out at night, on the blond haired girl’s glowing pool deck. Not a very exciting start. Then the more I fixated on those Alien girls, their family relationships started coming into mental movie view. So did details about the planet they lived on, the other creatures around them, and what their Alien village was like. By the time I was ready to call it a night, the beginning stages of a story had developed. 


THE EMBRYONIC STAGE OF THE STORY (before it was even called, Hecctrossipy) 

The brown haired girl was Mell May, and the blond haired girl was Artheena, and they lived on a preindustrial planet. Mell May’s mom and dad were horrible parents who were hardly ever home, and could care less about her. When they were home, they treated her like crap. So she spent as much time at Artheena’s house, as she could. Artheena’s family treated Mell May like she was one of their own. 

Their village was overtaken by a corrupt leader, whose name hadn’t revealed itself to me yet. This leader guy and those who worked for him, lived in a tower, in the center of the village. Below the village, was an underground village, where these furry-animal-like, kind of creepy creatures called grungols lived. Corrupt leader wanted to mine the ground, for valuable gems and metals. So he poisoned the grungols’ water supply, to try to kill them off, but the poison didn’t kill them. It turned them into psychotic killers who started burrowing up to the surface, to kill and eat the people. Corrupt leader didn’t care about this little setback. The people were permitted to kill the grungols, to defend themselves, which was another good way to drive the grungols out.

Corrupt leader also wanted part of some sort of dynasty that Artheena’s family had. He knew that Mell May was like a sister to her, and a daughter to her parents. So he had Mell May kidnapped, and held for ransom. 

Mell May was imprisoned within his tower. She lived like a caged animal, but then the leader grew lustful feelings towards her. At first, he made her his love slave. During their times spent in his bed, he struck up small talk conversations with her. Then small talk lead to deeper conversations. He twisted the truth about his reasons for doing the horrible things he did, to where it sounded like the rational and sensible things to do, for his people. He got Mell May into seeing things his way. As ruthless as he was, deep down, he was falling in love with her. Mell May was growing infatuated with him, but she kept this to herself, because she was still terrified of him. She went from being a love slave, to his companion who lived with him, more as a guest. He planned to get Mell May to marry him. Then she would become his ally. 

Meanwhile, Artheena was on a mission to get her best friend back. She had grandiose plans to get the whole village to rise up against their leader, and overthrow him. Then she was abducted by grungols, and held hostage in a cave full of the remains of the people they had eaten. While there, she got befriended by a grungol girl named Audry. Audry was immune to the effects of the poison. She and Artheena made plans to help Artheena escape, and then together, they would fight to save Mell May. Unfortunately, Mell May was falling in love with her captor. So she might not want to be saved… 


After that night, the story started developing on its own, as it got stuck in my mind, day after day. About a week or so later, a monster character came into the mental movie—the hecctrossipy. 

It’s weird now, thinking back on a time—three years ago—when I was at the gym, one morning, and I couldn’t get the hecctrossipy story idea out of my mind, all during my workout. It made me feel happy and day dreamy, like a new infatuation. It was so much fun to trance out on, and see where the mental movie went. However, I didn’t really take this idea seriously. 

When I was twelve, I experienced my first dreamy infatuation with a new, awesome story idea. I believed it was going to be “The next great American novel!”. I remember diligently working on it, every morning, during 1st period. Enthusiastically scribbling away, with a stank Sharpee marker, on page after page of bold lined paper. Then fifty or sixty pages in, the infatuation wore off. The story ended up being shoved away somewhere among my bedroom clutter. 

This became my writing pattern. The story ideas, and unfinished books came and went. I’ve had such an impossible time convincing my brain to stop acting so A D D, and just finish a freaking novel already! 

Twenty-five years later, it was the same old shit. My adult bedroom was cluttered with stacks of notebooks and folders, overstuffed with bulky, braille written attempts at novels. And my computer had a nice collection of abandoned story documents. 

I started a short story series, and had the first book self-published on Amazon, I Dabbled Into Black Magic, in January of 2017. I was working on the second story, I Almost Committed Homicide, but predictably, the infatuation with the series fizzled out, and I just couldn’t get into it. Ugh! It was so frustrating! 

Then Easter came, and I was in a dark mood. Not up to participating in the family get together. Writing usually never fails to cheer me up. And what better way to brighten a dark-minded writer’s day, than to write something fun. So I stayed withdrawn, in my room, and started working on Hecctrossipy. I’ve always love, love, loved writing about weird and outrageous, faraway planets, and sure enough, this made my Easter. However, I still didn’t take the idea seriously. I didn’t want to give up on forcing myself to finish my series first. Hecctrossipy was intended on being something I would just do for fun, and see where the story goes, before my mental fickleness kicks in. The document that my original Hecctrossipy draft was written on was called, ImpulseWrite. That’s how much I didn’t believe it would go very far. 

To my greatest surprise, Hecctrossipy   stayed with me. There was—and still is—something magical and addictive about it. For the first time EVER, the infatuation turned into devoted love. It was a true miracle! Did something finally go right with my screw-loose neurotransmitters?! Or is it one of those signs that Hecctrossipy is “meant to be”? 

By the following September, the impossible came true, and I finished the first draft of a full-length novel! Once I made that milestone, I got such a thrilling high off of finally meeting the decades’ long goal of finishing a novel, it cured my writer’s A D D. From then on, I always finish my novels. Five more novels are on their way!

In January of 2018, good old Christa set me up with her friend, Jo, who is quite the remarkable editor. I didn’t have to pay thousands of dollars for his service either. Hecctrossipy was still a sloppy mess, full of plot holes, repetitive words, unrealistic character behavior, and too much mundane detail. Jo has been a saint, and patiently put up with my wanting to do revisions on the whole damn novel, again and again. I’ve given it, yet another complete make-over, since I bragged about The Writing Collective wanting to publish it, in a blog post way back in December. 

Here are some of the changes that have evolved, since that transic night, three years ago: 

*Mell May is Artheena’s adopted sister. She was adopted when she was four, after her parents mysteriously disappeared. 

*There is still a tower in the center of the village, but there’s no longer one, single leader, and his many staff, who live in it. A community of Guardians—the planet’s ruling race of people—live in the tower, and lead their village. 

*There is no corrupt leader. The Guardians are all for the greater good. However, there is a sexy bad guy who is not a Guardian, but he has the influential power of a leader. His name is Leeandro Paul, and both Artheena and Mell May are in love with him. 

*The grungols are not creepy. They’re cute, with adorable, lop-eared, dog-like faces. They are the nicer and gentler natured species of people, whose society is more utopian. They live in civilizations that are under-ground Paradises. 

*Since there are no longer corrupt leaders in the story, nobody poisons the grungols’ water supply. Although the grungols do get sick, and turn psychotic, but it’s something that’s one of the many apocalyptic changes going on, on their planet. 

*Artheena still does get abducted by grungols, but that’s not when she meets Audry. She and Audry and Mell May have been best friends, since they were all six years old. 

*Audry isn’t immune to whatever it is that’s making the grungols sick and insane. She’s going to die. 

Here is the blurb for the final, finished product, all grown up… 

HECCTROSSIPY 1: The Legend of the Land 

The alignment of the three moons is a sign of positive changes to come, but the moons never promised that such changes will happen to everybody… 

On the Pre-industrial planet of Velva Leena, two sisters eagerly anticipate the Hecctrossipy Festival. Continent 15’s yearly tradition that celebrates the victory over a legendary evil monster who had the power to manipulate the elements, and create chaos. 

Artheena is smart, talented, beautiful, and blessed with multiple gifted abilities. Mell May, on the other hand, is simple and average. Both are in love with Leeandro Paul. A celebrity heart-throb who has an intriguing way of turning the leaders of the land into his followers. 

Artheena has a premonition of marrying him, during the alignment of the three moons. While on her quest for true love, she gets caught up in unexpected adventures, embarrassing situations, and experiences beyond her wildest dreams. Including an outrageous contest that challenges Continent 15’s strict, conservative social standards. Through it all, Artheena and Mell May’s close bond is also challenged. 

When the festival comes, the sisters have the time of their lives until Leeandro Paul makes an announcement that shocks his fans. An unimaginable secret is revealed, that might tare the two sisters apart for good… 

You and I have gone through so much together, HECCTROSSIPY 1: The Legend of the Land. When you were just an unborn baby, in my brain, you started off as an adults’ story. Then when you were brought into this world, you became a children’s sci-fi story. Then you grew into being suitable for a 14+ audience, and finally to a 16+ audience. You’ve been divided into two books, had entire chapters erased and re-written, and I lost count of how many times I thought I was losing interest in you. Now you’re finally leaving the computer document nest, and going out on your own, into the real book world. I’m so proud of my baby! 

Post you next weekend!