A Wealth of Ideas?

For the longest time I was a one story man. This as of yet untitled novel has been hanging around in my head since before I was old enough to legally drive a car and when I finally start to write it I thought to myself: “This will be the only series of books I could ever see myself writing.”

Then around March of this year something amazing happened, I got this idea for heroines who weren’t particularly heroic. Not at first anyway. Now what happened was they grew to be more than the hipster-esque caricatures that I had first envisioned them as. That is the story that became Keep Austin Safe.

Now there’s something else budding up in there and I am wondering where all of it comes from. For over a decade I didn’t have new ideas, just new ways to deal with the old ones. But recently I have been having flashes of little things I want to do something separate with. I’m just wondering if I will have time to use anymore of them.

First thing is first, though: I need to get Keep Austin Safe further along before I commit to anything else. One book on the back burner is enough.


Male Chauvinism in Geek Culture

There is a huge problem within geek culture that I think people needs to be addressed, especially with some of the recent things I’ve heard about from Readercon. The basic story goes that a very influential fan (yeah for some reason we have those) was reported for harassing a female author. The harassment wasn’t fought by them an in question and when the convention (which has a zero tolerance policy) got wind of it they just slapped the guy with a suspension. Mostly because he was this super-fan.

Readercon did go back and actually give the guy a lifetime ban. But there are numerous stories about this and there is a large problem with sexism and harassment in the science fiction/fantasy community. This same problem spreads to the video game fandom and their conventions (which probably isn’t made any better by them hiring models to parade around in bikinis to attract men to the booths and calling them “Booth Babes”).

There are times when it’s a joke and even the women involved laugh and it’s not meant to be malicious. But we can’t just have a good time picking on someone when it hurts them or makes them feel uncomfortable. I have friends that really don’t mind picking on one another and even then there are times where it can go too far. Even then, you can usually tell when something comes from a malicious place.

In 2010 there was a Penny Arcade comic featuring a rape joke. The joke itself I didn’t even see as being offensive and when there was a slight uproar on the internet about. The comic had been around for years and made many, many edgy jokes. They’d even touched on rape before and they admitted to not being advocates of rape or hating women. They’re both married and have gamer wives whom they seem to keep very close to them and the business.

But the appalling thing to me, at least, was that people started to champion rape and harass women who had actually been raped to support Penny Arcade. They even made a Team Rape website in support of the comic and that was when the site’s creators stepped in and made their apology. While the situation debatably started out as an innocent joke, the way it was handled by a lot of fans just reflected badly on men in general.

There are other stories like this, like about the girl who was wanting to study sexism in gaming and got slammed with a first hand experience of sexism in real life. Even when I was a regular on an anime forum some years ago whenever there was news story posted about rape a lot of the men and even some of the women would blame the woman involved for being stupid or even claiming she was probably a slut who lied about what happened to cover her reputation.

And when you hear about the treatment of women in the Middle East or China or Africa and you think, “how can someone let this go on?” You have to remember that right here we still have issues with women doing everything a man does. Or we have a lot of men who think they can say anything sexist to women who are attractive because they put themselves out there for that. Remember that we have a whole group of men in geek culture that want it to be boys club and want to treat the women who step into it like objects or receptacles for abuse. Probably more frightening, we have people like Atkin who think date rape isn’t real rape.

I would like to say that I think a lot of the problem is related to the comment I made earlier about making women being receptacles for abuse—I think that it really comes from men being upset with women and feeling like they can’t get what they want from the women they want. In turn they take it out on the women they have access to.

The way to deal with this best seems to be to have awareness. Treat the problem seriously and if you see someone being made uncomfortable by someone else or being picked on, it’s okay to step in if they won’t stand up for them if they won’t do it. If you’re being harassed by someone you really don’t need to take it, we need to get the word out that it’s not okay. It seems that a lot of people seem to think it boils down to women whining (which is pretty offensive). At one con a woman who was harassed and reported it was told to go find a man to corroborate the story because then they would know it was true (which is funny because some Middle Eastern countries have a rule that four men have to have witnessed a rape and report it for it to be true).

We need to treat this like what it is, harassment. Just because someone is a woman doesn’t mean that she’s not just as much a fan of something as you(or more so). And just because someone is dressed a certain way doesn’t give you permission to harass them.

The Big D

It’s no secret that I’ve gotten into podcasts lately. It started with some Penny Arcade stuff and then I moved into some other things. Recently I’ve fallen in love with Mur Lafferty. She’s a writer and hosts the podcast I Should be Writing. She also reminds me a lot of one of my best friends and beta-readers, Tacia (if you added fifteen years to Tacia you’d get Mur).


The other night I was listening to a short podcast entitled Update on Me in which Mur goes over the reason why she vanished for a few weeks in the middle of summer. She basically detailed that every time she had thought about podcasting or blogging that a little voice in her head had told her no. When she analyzed why she didn’t want to do these things she surmised that it was because depression was causing her to think no one cared what she had to say. Even she admitted that was stupid, she’s one of the most popular writing podcasts and she has a book coming out.

The thing is that in listening to her I realized that this is the same issue I have been having when it pertains to writing and blogging. I have actively avoided Keep Austin Safe in any way that I can, calling it “planning” and reasoning that it’s not a good enough idea yet and what I really need to do is more late stages changing of different things to make it better. I avoid this place despite the recent burst in popularity. I even avoided writing my character backstory for my 4th Edition D&D character for Wednesday night.

All of this because I figured no one cared what I was doing or had to say. Mur pretty much hit the nail on the head, because I let all of this sneak up on me. I’m so quick to recognize when my first impressions about interactions with people (thinking that a girl hates me for no reason, thinking that a friend isn’t responding to text because they don’t ever want to respond again) are tinted by depression. But I don’t usually look inward at what I am doing and how I am acting and how depression could be changing the things I do there.

Knowing the adversary really isn’t winning in this case because even then it’s a sneaky one. It gets up beside you, like the little Devil on your shoulder, whispering into your ear and feigned like it’s just part of your conscious. I really have to thank Mur for shedding some light on what was going on for me. This is a constant battle, but it’s one I don’t intend to lose.


This is another one of my weird writer things. There are definite pictures of each character in my head down to basically the style of dress and how they keep their hair. A lot of this becomes apparent through the way I write them. But one thing I am a firm believer in is keeping pictures of real people in my notebook that represent what a character is supposed to look like. I have mentioned some of these people before on here before. But I am not going to go back over that—I kind of want people to have no idea what Lewis or Beatrice or any of the other characters look like because of photos. I want them to draw their descriptions off the page, the pictures are for me for reference.

Also, some of them are actually of friends. Wonder if anyone will find themselves in these characters? It’s not very likely, because the people used aren’t friends who would expect it, but it would be neat if someone thought that.




Going to do something a little different this time and post some Sherlock Holmes fan fiction that I wrote a while back. It’s based off the modern day BBC adaption. This isn’t me being lazy, really…Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The characters that lie within are based on the Sherlock characters made by the good people over at the BBC and author Arthur Conan Doyle. I do not own them and this is not posted for profit. Huge spoilers for season 2 Sherlock. You’ve been warned.

The first few hours after Sherlock awakens will be critical.

There’s no telling how long he’s known or how he found out. In the short hours between him appearing in the dark corner of her lab proclaiming that she was important and that he needed her and the time when he dove off the roof of a moderately tall London landmark, she’s had to pull herself together and figure out all that she can about what she is and how this is supposed to go.

Molly didn’t think to ask Sherlock how he’d figured it out until it was too late. The planning was done and he was gone into the night. One of her first thoughts is to ring her mother. She was old school—would know how this was done and what all the risks were. Though the more she considered it, the more she realized that this was the last thing she wanted to deal with. It wasn’t going to help her when it came time to keep Sherlock’s secret.

She stays up most of the night poring over an old tome. It was one of the last things she ever remembered getting from her Gran—well the woman she knew as Gran. The only new thing in between the worn leather covers was a beautifully written message on the inside of the front cover. Never forget Molly, you’re a Hoopengarner. You’re special.

The old family name. It had been changed before the First World War. But right then she felt more of a connection to it than ever before. Molly must have stared at that page for several minutes, tracing her fingers over the indention where the pen had been pressed to the paper. The book smelt of old clothes and mothballs and stale attics kissed one too many times with the aroma of rain on their roofs.

When the time comes, when she finally wheels Sherlock in from outside she knows there is very little time. It is dangerous for her and him, even though the door was chained shut. She had reserved an old room at the far end of the building near where the renovations were taking place. Less chance of being found out there.

For the part of the night where she doesn’t have her nose in a book she’s gorging herself on blood. It’s been years since she drank so much of it and she hates the way she feels after. She’s alert and everything is rigid and alive. Cold is colder, warm warmer. Smells and touch are so vivid that simple sensations become orgasmic. She avoids touching anyone or even being in their presence.

It’s addictive and anyone that she happens to pass is hard to resist. Her mother had warned her that regular feeding makes it easier to avoid the effects. But she’s never listened to mother. She let her father die when he could have easily opened a vein and healed himself. Molly knew how it worked. His cancer only persisted because he refused to go back to that life and her mother had just let him lay there and die.

So she didn’t listen and she had never called her mother. But when Sherlock’s body lying in front of her on the edge of life she can’t help herself. She crawls atop him and sinks her fangs into the alabaster flesh of his shoulder, drinking him down until she can feel the thud of his heart through her whole body. Her pulse quickens too and her chest feels like it might explode.

Molly wrenches herself away and grabs a scalpel. Before she can rethink it she cuts deep into her wrist. It barely feels like a pinch. Seconds later she’s holding her wrist to Sherlock’s mouth. He suckles at her, seeming at first as if it’s just a reaction. But as something takes hold of him he latches onto her arm. The strength is returning to his body.

She’s only drank from someone once in uni and she’s never turned anyone. She knew the mechanics of the process but she had no idea there was such pleasure involved. When Sherlock finally collapses onto the gurney, his lips stained with her blood, she breathes a sigh of relief. She needs to get him outside. In her current state she can easily lift him, but it might be suspicious if she tries.

In the time while she waits for his wounds to seal over she prepares the replacement body. Its quickly sorted. Since she knew what they were walking into she drew up all the paperwork last night (while drinking blood laced coffee).

Sherlock stirs beneath the thick yellow duvet and then all at once he wakes up mesmerized. He blinks back the surprise and glances to where Molly reclines in the chair at his side. “I feel—”

His words vibrate through her and it’s then that she realizes how much the blood still has its hold on her. “—You need to feed. You’re not fully healed yet.” Molly remembered a time when she was a child and broke her leg. Her mother basically drowned her with pig’s blood until the bone had repaired itself. And that had taken days. She could only imagine what kind of recovery time they were looking at here.

Sherlock drinks from her shoulder until she feels weak and some of the color has returned to his body. He doesn’t have fangs yet, so the pinch of his teeth is minimal and she has to start the hole for him with a knife.

When he has had his fill Molly sighs and sits on the edge of the bed next to him. Her eyes are surrounded with dark, sagging skin, though she doesn’t feel tired. There’s something stern in her gaze as she regards Sherlock. “This is going to take days you know?” His eyes are bloodshot, but for the first time since the fall she thinks he’s fully processing what she’s saying. “You’re not going to be like me. I’m a child of a half-vampire and a vampire…I don’t need to feed. You can live without blood indefinitely, but if you don’t get some once a month you’ll go mad.”

She knows he said it. Knows he meant it. But for the first time ever Molly feels like Sherlock truly needs her. He’s all wrapped in bandages and he’s not bleeding from the head anymore. When he speaks, he sounds like himself again, albeit a muted version.

“I can’t exactly go around biting people. I’m supposed to be in hiding.”

“I’ve stashed some blood from the hospital. Told them I tried to keep you alive off of it and just stole all that I could.” It dawns on her right then that she still finds Sherlock attractive, yet her nervousness is suppressed. She’s fearless and if the need took her she could tell him that she loved him right here. What’s to stop her?

The tome she’d looked over talked about the effects of blood on half-breeds like her. It sounded like ecstasy when she read it, but really she likened it to a mixture of being really drunk without the disorientation and that one time she tried weed at uni.

“You’re perfect.” Her heart began to flutter as Sherlock closed his mouth as if to think. “My bespoke vampire…”

He was drunk off the taste of her. She probably smelled like food to him now. Going through the change was euphoric at times, but hard it could be hard to separate cravings from actual feelings.

“How long did you know?”

“Know what?”

“It sounds like you had me waiting in the wings. How long did you know what I was?”

“You neglect to breathe sometimes. You’re too comfortable around death. And you work around it, yet smell like perfection. I figured that was some hormone you gave off to attract victims. It never seemed to frighten you that Moriarty might come for you—simply because you couldn’t be killed through conventional means. Then there’s the sun, it burns your eyes and you’re never seen out in the daylight without sunglasses. The kicker for the whole thing was when I first met you I stole some of the coffee from you thermos. It tasted of blood…”

Molly just stared at him. “Guess I’m lucky you never came after me with some stakes and crosses.” She let out a short, nervous giggle.

“Though I knew what you were, I never figured you to be a murderer. If you were there would have been a trail.”

“Not if I knew how to hide bodies. I do work in a morgue.”

“Do those things work?” he asked.

“Crosses and stakes? No. The stake will hurt, sure but it won’t do much else. My mother has been staked five times in her life and she drained every one of the people who tried it.”

“How does a vampire deliver a living child?”

Molly shrugged. It seemed weird to be having this conversation because she never had this conversation. Even within the family their gifts were rarely talked about and her gran and father made such a name for themselves that they had to shorten their name to Hooper to continue hiding.

“My father was the child of a half vampire and my mother was full—my gran turned her during the war, so when they had me I was half. Worked out sort of odd, I had the same gran for both parents.”

“Wouldn’t you be three quarters?”

Molly rolled her eyes. “It’s not like race. It doesn’t work that way. A half breed is made when any human blood enters the union. We don’t fraction off. A lot of half breeds never know what they are and die of natural causes.”

“Have you done this before?”


“Any of it?”

Molly kills the lights and pushes him back down into bed. She’s still much stronger than he is now and she can feel the strength pounding through her veins. It’s dangerous. Molly could crave this—she could stay like this. Powerful and brave. High on blood.

The two of them are silent, but she can see him clearly in the darkness. “Once when I was in uni I drank a girl’s blood. She was my roommate and I wanted to know what it felt like. I didn’t kill her; still you probably think that sounds horrible.”

Sherlock flashes a smile that is all too natural and she can tell that he’s getting better. “No, just human.”

There was a long road ahead of them, but Molly was glad to have someone to share her secret with. Maybe that was how all of this started, with her secret. Sherlock had to know he could trust her because she had kept this to herself all of this time. Now they were on equal footing, depending on one to hold this truth close and never let another soul know. Part of Molly nagged because she had just condemned Sherlock to a potential eternity of seeking out victims to drain if she couldn’t secure enough blood. But Sherlock was brilliant and they had forever to work it out.

The Masquerade unmasked

One of the premiere tropes in Modern and Urban Fantasy is The Masquerade. It’s so common that much of the time when we’re telling someone about a book we’re reading or a movie we’re watching it goes without saying: in this world filled with werewolves, fairies, mermaids, vampires, chupacabaras, angels, demons and other beasts the humans don’t actually realize what’s going on around them. Or at least the vast majority of the world doesn’t.

This kind of tale works better the further back that you go in history, but it’s still widely used to this day and suspension of disbelief has a sort of bias when it comes to it. When you think about all of the cameras in a city like London or Tokyo it’s hard to believe that at least one type of creature wouldn’t have been discovered by now.

I’m not saying it’s unheard of in popular Modern Fantasy for the world of the supernatural to be out there and known about. The Anita Blake series and True Blood actually do it, and in Anita Blake the creatures have been known about for a long time—the world just grew up with them. There’s an interesting dynamic to a world that has had to cope with things like werewolves or even dragons if you’re going to go the wild route where even bigger things are roaming the world.

Lately I’ve been thinking about this kind of world more, with me slated to rewrite the novel and Keep Austin Safe still in it’s early stages as far as drafts go I could easily convert to this type of world. The reason why I even thought of it was because I had the same idea True Blood had, not realizing it until a friend told me. The synthetic blood as a catalyst for a vampire coming out. I don’t want to use it now partly because of the True Blood thing and partly because of the political and economic and social repercussions I wasn’t planning to have to wrestle with on top of the books main plot.

I got to thinking: what if these characters were just out for a while for one reason or another. What if they never had been hidden? What if something in our not too distant past like WWII or the invention of the camera triggered them coming out?

A lot of other factors will come in to play. For instance, how long they have been out will decide their standing in society. Maybe we’ve had a vampire for President? Perhaps the oldest dragon is always gracing the covers of the tabloids with his exploits? It’s a fun universe to think about—but it’s also rife with pitfalls. It can leave the reader with an un-relatable world that is too unfamiliar for them to keep up with and feel immersed in. I imagine this is why so many people choose to use the real world with the hidden world beneath it as a template for their Modern Fantasy. Well, that and the real world is ready made so people don’t have to spend as much time world building.

I’m looking very seriously at dropping the whole Masquerade thing, I just like the kind of world it creates and really when you look at the two sides the hidden world thing is the done to death one. But I have some huge choices to make before I can get down to any of the details.

1. When did the supernatural world reveal itself? Was it all at once? Did different creatures appear at different times? And is there factions that are still hidden?

2. What caused the reveal? What real imagined historical event caused the reveal? If they were always out there disregard.

3. What historical events that occurred after the reveal would be different from what happened in our world? Does someone different become president? Do racial tensions end up being more relaxed because of the humans banding together more or less against the other things out there?

Then there are a lot of little questions, but I have fun working through this kind of stuff. It can be somewhat painstaking, but in reality it’s my bread and butter. Once I get those first three things answered I will know where I stand on the whether or not I plan to go through with this. The best reason I can see for going with it is already clear and I didn’t list it before: when the hero/heroine meets their first supernatural creature the reaction never usually seems to fit. In a world where these things are public knowledge we don’t have to waste that time or try and force believability into that scene. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it done justice.

What I learned about writing from the Expendables

Expendables Banner Poster

Many of us will remember these posters from the middle of 2010 when Expendables was about to hit the box office. The movie’s cast and supposed return to a simpler kind of action was a hot topic all over the internet. The weekend that it came out in box offices I was at the midnight premiere of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.

And it seems I chose right.

The movie was plagued by badly thought out action set pieces which might have been impressive in the 1980s or very early 1990s. But this isn’t a review, reviewing this would be a waste of my time because the movie is two years old and anything that could be said about it has.

Expendables did get me thinking return to the old ways of doing things that people are always trying to push. And it also got me thinking about how large, ensemble casts aren’t very easy to write for. Then it got me thinking about how this could have just been a Jason Statham movie and lost the other yahoos and it might have worked but—stop, I’m not going to review this movie.

When I started writing fan fiction I actually did a massive crossover between anything that was popular at the time. Looking back over it, I’m shocked to see I could keep up with the number of characters I threw into that mess because ensemble casts are really hard. Give me a movie with, say, Anne Hathaway and Sean Connery (where did that come from) and I might be like “that could be interesting.” Give me a movie with Tom Cruise, Sean Connery, Anne Hathaway, Morgan Freeman, Julia Roberts, Matthew Mcconaughey, Lou Diamond Phillips, Daniel Craig and (just for good measure, Ludacris and I start to get worried. Too much star power can be a bad thing in a movie like that and what do you want to bed that one or more of those stars won’t get well represented making their respected fans upset?

One of the first things that I did when I started to rewrite (and rewrite, and rewrite, and rewrite) my manuscript was shorten the cast list down by weeding out the useless characters and consolidating similar roles. The idea of writing this massive cast into a story appealed to me early on, but I hated that I didn’t get to do much with the characters on a more intimate level because there was so many different perspectives to cover. That last issue is actually my problem with the Game of Thrones series.

On the issue of returning to an old way of doing things, sometimes this can work. But there’s a short way to tell if there’s really a reason to write like that. Think back to the reason that the thing you’re going back to changed or may have changed. A lot of the time change is for the better. When I think back on the old style Fantasy stories, I don’t regard them with much fondness because even when they were about redemption there’s still too much of a light hearted, not dark feel to them. I don’t mean darker and edgier just for the sake of it, but it’s kind of how people complain about Superman being a Boy Scout all the time. That’s how old Fantasy makes me feel.

Also, my final not-review, Steve Austin is a good reason to not see a movie. It’s not that he actively does anything to make it bad, I just can’t think of anything good he’s been a part of.

I’m Sorry, I didn’t know Mommy-Porn was a hot button issue…

On a recent trip to an online writer’s forum I saw a question that asked authors of Erotica what they thought about the phrase “Mommy-porn”. I don’t know what I expected, but I clicked on it. What surprised me most was the venomous way that they took the phrase. I figured that it was more because of the fact that their genre was finally getting a moment in the sun and they didn’t like it. The same way a lot of people who wrote Supernatural YA were upset when Twilight was breaking records and out-selling everything.

As authors we have a tendency to place things in a hierarchy when it comes to books that we like. Sometimes we might even surmise that our work belongs somewhere up there. When this newcomer shoots their way onto the scene and dominates what we would consider those “more deserving authors” we tend to, for lack of a better phrase, lose our shit.

Maybe I’ve gone too far—it’s not just authors that do this. Many musicians or those with strong music related opinions do the same thing. When Nu-Metal, Pop-Punk, or Top-40s-Rap is discussed watch old fans of the genre sneer and roll their eyes. This isn’t true across the board, but there’s something in us protective that wants our chosen genre to be respected and liked, but for reasons better than those on the surface.

That I can understand.

When I responded saying as much I was met with others telling me that when someone says “Mommy-porn” it’s almost always in a negative manner or connotation. There was some debate about if the phrase was sexist and what “Daddy-porn” would be (and no, don’t search Daddy-porn on Google…).

Those are all valid points and maybe I’m not paying close enough attention, but from what I have seen the news media just likes to say the phrase “Mommy-porn”. We all know that, especially here in the US, a news story is only as good as the buzz word you can invent to attach to it. Probably the good thing to come out of all this though is that Fifty Shades garnered a discussion and proved that once again independently published e-books can sell. I will follow the story for those reasons alone and I may even apply some of the marketing techniques to Keep Austin Safe.

Creature Comforts

A lot of my character creation extends into the writing stage and there is an fluidity to the personalities and beings my characters are. That’s showing more with Keep Austin Safe than it has before. Holly and Lewis were born out of these things that I knew they should be and needed to be for the story to work and in a way I’m most comfortable writing them and Death.

Keep Austin Safe came from such a new place to me and it was never meant to be serious or anything more than a kind of “what if” story. And now I’m dedicating my full time to it and calling it part of the series. The characters are probably the most changed aspect of the project. When I started out it was all about the pair of girls, two hipsters. Then it was a dead girl and her friend. Then it was a dead girl and a necromancer. I added a male character to balance out the cast and finally I decided they needed a fourth, a female.

The final character went through several stages from being a clueless roommate and the last anchor to the natural world to being a talented hacker who also happens to have a secret second nature. The really hard thing for me was picking what that second nature would mean. In all honesty, succubus was the first creature that jumped out at me. But there is something there tugging against that idea and I guess it boils down to trying to be original and not tread on over used ground.

Apparently there is a lot of literature and television right now about the creatures and I don’t know if there’s anything new or interesting I could bring to the game. Of course one could say the same about vampires and I really don’t have to show you how everything vampire under the sun has been done to death (no pun intended).

I’ll be keeping that handy-dandy writer’s notebook I talked about before close in the coming days because I need to get my plans for this character sorted if I intend to meet my August fifteenth deadline!

That Old Novel of Mine…

It used to be that I couldn’t even get through the day without thinking about the novel that I had plotted out over the years. Really this all started back in junior high school with me writing Fan Fiction until my characters got to big to fit into the pre-made worlds I had chosen for them and they needed their own space free of distractions.

The early versions of Lewis and Holly were primitive and badly written. But I loved writing them and for almost ten years after I started doing that, I honed my craft and planned the details. The whole thing was meant to be a series and I never really had other stories. Sure I dabbled in fan fiction here and there, but I never actually had my own other stories. So when Keep Austin Safe came into being from a joke I made about writing a book comprised of hipsters as characters—I was shocked and felt renewed. I had a new idea. albeit one that ended up being set in the same universe.

But since I started to get into Keep Austin Safe I haven’t really done anything with me other novel. The unnamed novel that was just too big to fit into the words I imagined being the title. The novel is what I called complete, but the beta reader that I had look over it noted some serious flaws in some of the characterization and there was an undesired effect from how one of the main characters was portrayed. Also, the theme was very loose and needed to be tied down, along with other editing and the like.

The book was nowhere near ready to see the light of day or regular publication. But It was workable and enjoyable. Now I am starting to wonder if it’s not time to hunker down and rewrite it as a new draft, fix the mistakes as I go and get it ready to be out there. Some of the things I am doing need to be changed, especially since Keep Austin Safe effects that book now. Some of the characters will crossover at a later date and some of them might become the focus of the action in both books.

There are a lot of notes that I have from when my friend read over the book and when I read over it that would definitely come into play in a rewrite. But this time I would have to structure things in a more concrete way and make better outlines. That is only if I decide to do this.

When it comes to making the final choice, I will actually wait until after Keep Austin Safe is done.