It's been awhile....

Hey y'all

Sorry for taking a leave of absence without a word; i've been working on a new project so the Crestwood Saga has taken a backseat for now. I have wanted to write about it sooner but we're still in the early phases of it so I couldn't really say much (we didn't even have a title yet), but now I think it's time.

We?
Yes we. I hooked up with another author from ladieswhocritique.com and we are writing a book together. Her from one perspective and I from the other; two main characters with very different views on the world. It's really exciting.

So what's it about?
Mesa Roman is a mafia assassin, the daughter of the Don, and a survivor of domestic abuse. She killed her husband and ever since her blood has run cold; her only joy in life is becoming the family's top contract killer. She must take action to prevent a mafia-war between rival families, and find out what sparked it in the first place; but her babysitter is keen on keeping her within sight and out of harm. If only he knew that harm was exactly where she wanted to be.

James Larkin is her new bodyguard; and an undercover FBI Agent aiming to take down Don Roman. Having lost everything that he cares about he threw himself into this new life and is quickly finding himself at home in the mob; even if it means chasing down the brat every time she gives him the slip. As he gains the confidence of Mesa and the family, he learns more about their true operations; giving him the evidence he needs to take them all down. But he realizes Mesa isn't this stone-hearted killer that she appears to be; he wants to protect her...he needs to protect her. He would say he loves her, but how could she love him if she knew who he really was? If he could only be honest with her...he'd end up like every other person who crossed the Romans.

The Deadliest Dance is still in it's draft phase so there's little more that I can say. I certainly won't be posting any chapters or scenes here (for a while at least) and the beta rounds won't be for a long while.

But at least you know where I've been.
I'm going to try to remember this blog and post some things when I can, but for the time being my energy is dedicated.

Sincerely,
Hb.O

Crestwood updates!

Hey y'all!

So I've gotten a boost of energy so I decided to fill my blog out more. Here's some new things to check out!

The Fallen: Ch. 8

The Toy Room

Ben and Rosie had kept running as fast as they could, hand in hand, never looking back. They heard Jack yelling but couldn’t stop. They bolted through the winding hallways; at first the twists had been annoying, now they were maddening. They stumbled into the room of six and stopped dead in their tracks.

“Which way babe?” Rosie shouted.

“I…”

“Which WAY??”

“I don’t know!”

Jack and Prudence came sprinting in behind them and nearly knocked them over. Rosie turned to Jack. “WHICH WAY?!”

He spun around at the identical pathways. “Shit shit shit.”

The Party Down Guide to Being a Career Writer

Ahh...the dream

Career Writers: The early years

Why we hate/dread the editing/beta'ng process

More Crestwood Art!!

Gonna divide these later and put them on the pages where they go!  The step after that will be the summaries of the stories!
-Cheers

The Fallen - Ch. 7

The Children

Each of their hearts dropped in rapid succession, no longer fearing if they would make it out- but if these children would. It was in that moment that they felt they came down there for a reason. To save them. They must have been lost, they must have parents worried sick, they must have been more scared than themselves had been. The group were nearly adults and knew what they were getting themselves into...but the children? Lord knows they couldn’t have been responsible for what had happened; they couldn’t have been more than six or seven. The group looked at each other and had a single thought among them; we have to help them.

SSP: The Ending, the Beginning

This short story prompt has been brought to you by:

Max Kirin.

The End, the Beginning

The modern world is something I will never understand. I feel like a time-traveler out of place with my own existence; stuck in an alien world where I never belonged. This of course is just an exaggeration─It's the year 4200 and there has been no advancements in the field of time travel for centuries. We managed to go into the future, but never the past─It was basically glorified cryogenics.  Those who did manage to go forward in time eventually went mad; a terrible side effect of seeing the future but never going home.

I've always lived in this time so I couldn't go mad even if I wanted to─I just felt more connection to those of the 22cnd century. Ancient history was my favorite subject in university. It was going to be my life-path upon graduation─that is, if the world wasn't going to end after the graduation ceremony.

It's not as if the world was revolving around my school, the dates just happened to line up so the uni pushed back the ceremony to match the time. What a joke. The worst part is that it isn't as though life would cease...it'd be easier if we were all dead.

No, a few years ago we were visited by beings from the fourth dimension─we, humans, are scheduled to evolve into 4-D beings; leaving our carbon-based life behind. No, we had a whole new existence ahead of us. According to our top government officials, we will no longer have suffering, or poverty, or death...but we also won't have what we would consider free will─all for the spiritual connection to the universe.

Great. Glad to know I worked my ass off the last eight years of uni just to become a gaseous being with no individuality. Well, at least I don't have to worry about my loans.