Update on the Karma Stone

The warm weather has been a boon for editing. I love the sun, yet the heat is so strong it keeps me indoors, so I am able to find time to complete my editing. I am about a 3rd of the way through my final edit, and I have set several query letters as well as a submission to a publisher.

I am still on track to finish up and be ready for publishing by July, which is very exciting. This is a paranormal horror story and quite brutal and graffic, so I am not sure of my audience. It is quite different then my usual work. My frist being a paranormal YA, Splintered:Sierra's Legacy, The Christmas Star, a heartwarming holiday paranormal, and then Face the Music, still in the editing phase, but a paranormal mystery with zombies and two female sleuths.

I plan on another installlment of the Karma Stone, but have not yet begun. I am just very excited to move forward.

Another set of eyes

I have begun the process of taking apart the Karma Stone chapter by chapter, deleting superflous words, but rounding the scenes out and adding more show as I reduce the tell. I really believe in this story and want it at its finest for publishing. The story remains one of the creepiest I have read, but even as I complete this and work on editing face the music, I am back at writing a sequel to the Karma Stone. That is why I am back to the basic form of tearing it down and rebuilding it better. I do not want to let it go with imperfections. I am shooting for the end of July now, and hope to have the sequel completed by the first of the year. This last two years has been a tough one, I am ready to move on.

A Short Exeprt from the Karma Stone

Using the knife, he swung at her again catching her chest, causing a splatter of blood. The sticky warmth and faint metallic smell thrilled him, increasing his adrenalin. The lust for blood fed his anger as he kept swinging the knife, now missing, then striking, and then missing again. Grabbing her hair, he was able to get a more solid hold. Taking the blade still sharpened and honed from the stone, he cut her throat. The blood spattered everywhere. In his fury he lost control as he kept hacking away, unaware of anything else.  Carving and cutting, he couldn't get enough, his hands were trembling and his heart beating so erratically it shook his frail frame. She could no longer fight, but the initial anger still fed him. Stabbing the knife into her body repeatedly, cutting off parts and moving them around he continued until exhausted. He kept going, but soon over-extended the abilities of his body. Stopping to rest, he realized she had not moved for some time.