
Hello, SE Readers. It’s hard to believe more than seven years have passed since I wrote first Story Empire post, The Stories Around Us. I referenced …
The First and the Last

Hello, SE Readers. It’s hard to believe more than seven years have passed since I wrote first Story Empire post, The Stories Around Us. I referenced …
The First and the Last

Summer break starts this week. I’m dragging myself to the finish line. Got posts about summer plans coming up. So . . .
Anybody have fun plans for the summer?
(Math was off in original title.)
This was the last full week of school, which means homestretch. Can’t say with certainty that I’m going to make it in one piece. Not only work is beating me down, but the personal life and heat are doing some damage. I thought it wasn’t much until I hit Wednesday, which was a day off. So, what happened?
Now, I woke up early feeling sinus issues, but I had to get my son to an appointment then to his mom. Just thought it was a cold even though I couldn’t shake the fatigue, congestion, and general gross feeling. Resting in the air conditioning helped me recharge enough to have lunch with a friend and feel normal. Did some Pokemon Go when I had energy and edited a chapter of Darwin & the Avenging Elf. Yet, I couldn’t shake all of the internal horrors. Once night fell and I tried to go to bed early, my body just went haywire. You can imagine how much I was freaking out since it wasn’t long ago that I had my third bout with Covid.
Well, the Covid test said negative and I had no fever. Managed to sleep enough that I woke up feeling only mildly fatigued. This went away as I got more into my day and it never reached the same levels as Wednesday. Left me scratching my head and wondering if I was out of it last weekend. I wasn’t, but I had a Father’s Day event on Saturday and my son on Sunday. So, I didn’t have time to succumb to whatever has been battering my insides. Not that any test showed anything. This is when I realized what my body has been running on for a bit too long:
Survival Mode!
Basically, I think I’ve been running on adrenaline and stress because I simply can’t collapse. If I’m not taking care of my son or interacting with the ex-wife, I’m busy at work. Once I can relax and drop my guard, my body decides to let the health red flags fly as if sending an invite to the Grim Reaper. A big clue was that the night I struggled to sleep had my Blood Oxygen levels at 92 for a few seconds and then it dropped to 86 an hour later. All of this was a flicker of time, but it showed that something was going on internally that none of the tests showed. It didn’t happen again when I got some rest and then got back into the fray. This doesn’t bode well for getting things done in the future, so I might not get a lot done between regular school and summer school.
Speaking of writing, Darwin & the Avenging Elf is almost halfway done. I’m on chapter 7 of 16. Not a lot of the meat is being changed. At most, I’m adding sentences to clear things up and mending consistency issues. This worries me at times, but I remember that I went back A LOT when I did the initial writing. Any blip that made me questioning stuff switched me from writing to editing. I would read over paragraphs and pages a few times before moving on. Not sure if this tightened up my writing and thoughts earlier in the process than normal. Has anyone else edited their first draft while writing it or done anything like this? I’m confused on where this habit came from and why, but it also explains why Darwin & the Halfling Hunt wasn’t as messy as Darwin & the Fate Bracelet.
The rest of the week was filled with appointments, work, and doing stuff with my son when we had time. I didn’t get a lot of downtime even though I managed to finish the last of the current puzzle pile. I’ll be tackling the summer Lego pile once school is done and I have time to relax. That’s becoming the extent of my ambitions this year since so much has happened. Need to take some time to mentally, physically, and emotionally recover from all of the body blows. Pokemon Go gives me a chance for fresh air and focus, so that’s going to keep me going even on the days I go out solo for an hour or so. Maybe it’s just getting a sense of accomplishment too.
With writing, I’m going to be happy to get to writing a new book by the end of the year, but I might even get to it by September. Not sure if that’s a good thing since the 2 week December break would be a better starting point. I’m toying with the idea of stopping between editing Darwin & the Beast Collector and beginning Darwin & the Joy Path. That might defeat the purpose of editing to make sure continuity works, but I might need a month off to get used to the new school schedule. That could allow me to work on ‘Phi Beta Files’, which I haven’t touched in a while. Heck, notebook work could be what I do when/if I go up to Oswego for a few days. Still trying to decide on if I can do a 6 hour drive on my own.
Guess I’m a little scattered for now. End of the school year and the heat seem to be aggravating my residual brain fog. It’s weird that even after 2 years, the debilitating part of Covid returns when I’m stressed or the weather is hot. This is mostly me having trouble remembering words when talking or writing. Things just don’t come to the surface as well as they used to ever since my first bout of Covid. Sucks, but I guess that’s how I have to live from now on.
Goals of the week?

Predator– So, I’m going to start chasing you. That sound good?
Prey– Not really. I didn’t get a lot of sleep, so I don’t have much energy. Let’s play chess like in the picture.
Predator– Do you have a chess board? Also, neither of us know how to play.
Prey– That should make it more fun. Not like you’re hunting me for food.
Predator– Why would you say that?
Prey– I saw your lunchbox in the fridge when I put mine in there.
Predator– Maybe I need a meal for tomorrow. I do own a freezer back home.
Prey– We went food shopping together last night since you refuse to get a shopper membership card. Stop trying to make this a thing.
Predator– It’s my job to hunt you down. It’s your job to get away. Neither of us get paid if we don’t have a thing.
Prey– Fine . . . Can I get a head start?
Predator– I’ll give you an hour to get ahead and hide. We’re working the jungle terrain this time, so it should be a challenge.
Prey– Ugh, I hate what the humidity does to my hair. I’ll only need thirty minutes to make it fun.
Predator– Are you going to be lethal or helpless?
Prey– I haven’t decided yet.
Predator– I hate surprises. Never remember which colors mean danger. Please don’t make you poisonous on the inside.
Prey– If I feel the need to stab you from the grave then I will do so.
Predator– That always makes it awkward when we come back. You know, I don’t think I’m going to hunt you for food. This is for pride and challenge.
Prey– You can’t change that when we’ve already started.
Predator– I can since you haven’t left yet.
Prey– Dammit. Now, I have to make traps and figure out your own tricks. Did I mention I didn’t sleep well?
Predator– I never said I cared.
Prey– See if I ever let you use my shopper membership card again.

Rusty Sword from Rule of Roses
(This poem is a fictional set up type of thing. Just wrote it randomly and thought it could be a good premise for a future story. I believe it was matched up with another poem or story about a magic tiara. It would be a boy went to claim this sword in an adventure while a girl would enter a contest to gain the tiara. They were childhood friends who wanted a better life and saw this as their way to get it. Maybe the tiara one will turn up at some point.)
Deep within the thousand isles
That create the lunar serpent
Lays an island made of man
Composed of his bone and flesh
A simple shore of gathered muck
Around a growing mountain
Made of the fallen worthless
Skulls dot the mountain made of bones
They blindly watch the world
Staring at all visitors
Who dare to try their hand
The dangers are unknown to all
But the reward is much too great
To win the bleeding sword above
And claim the lunar throne

Prey
While the predator vs prey conflict is classic and easily understood, it isn’t always the easiest to write. We take the simplicity for granted at times, which means we can make mistakes that mess up the dynamic. Here are some tips that I came up with that might makes things easier.

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Chasing Bedlam was a fun sequel that I started working on as soon as I finished Crossing Bedlam. I wanted to up the action, sexiness (without adding sex scenes), and push the characters to new heights. Still not sure how that went since most people didn’t bother with the series.
One thing I learned writing this book is that there is a big urge to make it bigger and louder than the previous one. A series based around spectacle can’t go backwards for more than a chapter scene. With Cassidy and Lloyd living in such a dangerous world, the idea that they would relax for very long never worked. So, I had to come up with wilder antics for them to get into. Disease-ridden beasts, crazy cultists, and many other dangers were crafted to make sure I kept things dialed up to max for 80% of the story. Needless to say, it got rather exhausting, but in a good way.
This series was always a fun release for me. With my other series, I was always holding back on the cursing and violence to get either a hard PG-13 or soft R feel. This was a hard R rating with the only limitation being that I didn’t write any sex scenes or include graphic nudity. These were implied or noted, but never described. Regardless, I got a kick out of letting loose in Chasing Bedlam, especially since I no longer had an innocent survivor running with a crazy serial killer.
Cassidy and Lloyd definitely change from their initial adventure. Lloyd was still violent and crazy, but he now had a sense of loyalty to a few characters. After realizing that being a murderous psychopath in a world of murderous psychopaths doesn’t make him special, he toned himself down. Still having fun and clearly an influence on Cassidy, who is colder and more ‘live in the moment’ than she was before. I liked her evolution into a rough and cunning survivor. It was like she shed her skin and finally came into her own, which I guess was part of her debut. Getting out of her capable mother’s shadow and learning to survive on her own abilities definitely happened.
What is the story? An old enemy reappears and steals Cassidy’s jeep, which she calls her baby. This kicks off a destructive, rage-fueled chase from Texas to Miami. Multiple obstacles turn up and they only help to make Cassidy angrier. Lloyd is just along for the chase to kill people and because his gun-toting partner is one of two people he would consider family. A third reason is that he would get bored and lonely without Cassidy to verbally spar with in a strange brother/sister vibe. As you can tell, the story is fairly simple, which I think makes it easier to include big action scenes. This way, you don’t have complicated plot getting overshadowed by the spectacle. Chasing Bedlam is really all about escapism and action like its predecessor.
Can’t think of anything I would change since this book was all in good fun. I mean, it was a joy to write since I got to cut loose. So, the questions:

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