She's Back!

My other woman "the Muse"  returned to me last week. I tell you, I was jumping for joy. The fire is not burning a brightly as the initial spark, but it burns again. I am currently sitting at 53080 words, 167 pages , 17 chapters. My step mother has gotten through the first 12 chapters for the first round of editing.

 I have given myself til November 27 to complete the first draft. That's when "Cold Days" book 13 of the Dresden Files by Jim butcher is released. Jim Butcher is currently my favorite author and may or may not have had a major influence on my writing style. I've been getting good feedback from the first chapter i posted and the samples. I even got yelled at by my mother in law demanding more. That put a big smile on my face and boosted my confidence. Stay turned my few and new followers there more to come.

Today's Sample is from Chapter 3. Moore for Less Investigations:The Kid.

The address on the paper led me to a seven story building at the end on the street. I crossed the small yard and checked the door. Luckily it was unlocked, I’d rather not have to break in or draw attention to myself.

I found the stairs and casually made my way to the third floor apartment B.I sniffed the air as entered the hallway. I could make the smells of tenant A’s dinner being burned chicken rices and broccoli. I could smell the scent of fresh cleaner coming from tenant C. From the nanny’s apartment I got nothing. That troubled me.

I checked the door. It was locked. I checked the hall left and right then applied a little strength as I turned the knob. I listened to the bolts break under the strain of the force I applied. I checked the hall once more. Something was really bugging me. I sniffed the air once more there was a faint familiar odor in the air. It was masked, muted but familiar.

I tapped a button on the strap of my goggles. The little gears turned and the lens changed to a shade of green. Lucy had enchanted the lenses for different purposes. Through the green lens I can actually see the unseen. I can see the gases in the air, the ghost in the shadows, and the monster in the closet. I looked around the hall once more.

And there it was, a figure crouched in the corner at the end of the hall. It sat there completely motionless absolutely silent. I didn’t allow my eyes to settle on the figure. I just looked around the hall then quickly opened the door. I rushed inside not taking in any of my surroundings. Only concerned with what was behind me.

I shut the door behind me took two steps back and drew Lucy. I rapidly popped the wheel ejected the rounds and loaded the inferno rounds. The bullets rattled on the hard wood floor. I cocked the hammer back and aim at the door. The twin vials of liquid bubbled as the gun rapidly heated up. I was ready to feed whatever that figure was a ball a fire from the mouth of a dragon.

That’s when the orc that had been waiting in the room sucker punched me in the back of the head.