Behind Locked Doors – A World Of His Own!

He was alone in the room surrounded by the world… Paintings of his travels over the last one hundred and ninety-three years covered the walls. Some were massive in size others so small they could fit in the palm of your hand. He sat there silent… focused… determined.

Windows all around the room were black with the night sky. A distant moon pours light into the window as below on the street a loud crash and breaking glass is heard. He doesn’t move. The window to his back explodes in as four men in black burst through. He sits eyes closed without a hint of concern.

In moments they are upon him. Then it happens… without warning… his eyes open… burning red. With the strength of twenty, he flings the first attacker off with just a twist of his wrist. The second he throws back out the window and onto the street below.

The third faces him eye to eye before… without warning… he pulls him in and drains him with a quick bite of his neck. The fourth turns and runs before his friend even hits the floor. He sits back down in the middle of the destruction. Not winded… Not tired… Not a care in the world. He sits alone in the room surrounded by his world…

(c) Copyright Soden, Nina 2011

Goal Update…

Well, I didn’t quiet get through ten chapters over the weekend like I had hoped. However, I did get through nine, so not bad. (Giving myself a small pat on the back!) This morning I finished chapter ten (bigger pat on the back!!). It was only two days behind schedule, and since I hardly ever have time during the week to write… Success!

I plan to get through another chapter or two this evening, putting me well into my goal of finishing by the end of this weekend, and then I can move on to book three. Well, move on to book three, while sitting around patiently and eagerly awaiting my editor notes on book one that should be in my email by the weekend of August 5th! No one ever told me how stressful waiting could be.

Okay… so, maybe patient isn’t the best way to describe it. Its more like biting my finger nails, sitting on the edge of my seat, and praying that she at least likes it. I know I have to expect lots of edits… all the editors I have spoken to say that’s just the way it goes. Writers have told me that they receive pages and pages of editor notes. I have received good advice, “Take your editor notes as constructive criticism.” Easier said than done I’m sure, but that is just what I am going to do. I figure the more notes, the more opportunity to improve what I’ve written. At least it can’t hurt right?

Well, it’s that time… time to write!

Behind Locked Doors – Lying in wait!

They found her there, lying in the large dark oak bed, black silk sheets flowing around her, her golden curls wet with passionate sweat, not a piece of clothing covering an inch of her milky smooth skin. She looked to be dead, no pulse, cold flesh, and not a breath to escape her open lips.

There was talk of bite marks, drained blood, tenth girl this week… The conversation went on. Little did they know this beauty was like no other. For she was merely lying in wait, under a spell, in a seductive trance, waiting for the right moment to…

For she gains her powers from those she feeds on, and giving them her blood gives her more pleasure than pain you see. Once she has been bitten she’s ready to fight, and at the right moment she leaps from the bed and in seconds is upon them. Four men down with just a turn of their necks on the last one she’ll feed for his bloods is clearly the most intoxicating. She could smell it the second he stepped into the room.

Warm and fresh she takes it all in, drops his lifeless body to the ground and turns to leave. As she walks out the door she grabs her long silk robe, and wrapping it around her body… it clings to her curves as she disappears into the night.

(c) Copyright Soden, Nina 2011

Two weeks and counting…

I have a two-week deadline looming overhead. By Saturday August 6th, I am to have book 2 to my editor, and although it is already written I have not yet gone back through it to do a final edit on my own, and the people I have reading it have not yet gotten back to me! AHHHHHH

I’m not dragging me feet, really I’m not. It’s just that with two kids, a husband, a full-time job, a part-time job, and a house to clean there really isn’t a whole lot of time on my plate to write. I try to squeeze in time whenever I can… kids weekend nap time (right now!!!), after the kids go to bed at night (when nothing good is on tv…), etc. But, still not a lot of time to devote just to my writing.

I am making myself a promise, here and now! I will pick up book two this weekend, and get through chapters one through ten! Okay, maybe that is a little ambitious considering when I do final edits I tend to rewrite large portions, insert completely new chapters, and/or delete large portions… Okay, I’m still going to aim for chapters one through ten, but I am not going to be too hard on myself if its more like one through five. LOL

Okay, today is almost over, with the babysitter soon to arrive, so… I better be off to work. Wish me luck and think of me often.

Behind Locked Doors – The Dancing Nymph

As a full moon shone bright, high in the midnight black sky painted with stars, she dances underneath the branches of an old oat tree. The wind blowing her fire-red hair wildly through the air, and her skin glistening as the stars shine down. Softly, sweetly raindrops began to fall, and gently land around her. Though never a drop on her skin as she breezes through the field in between drop after drop.

Suddenly, there in the distance, she sees him. Their eyes connect and moments later they’re standing side by side, hand in hand, lips to lips, and heart to heart! A connection like nothing she had ever known. More powerful than the call of the earth, more passionate than the song of the angels above, more violent than the rushing rapids. Her heart pounded in her chest, and he could smell the sweet honey of life flowing through her veins.

Those few seconds between life and death before she so willing gave in to his desires were more than she could have ever hoped for, ever dreamed of. Even as she lay on the forest floor, drained of all life and blood, a soft smile still remained on her once radiant face.

(c) Copyright Soden, Nina 2011

Dug In…

So… Following the advice of a good friend, I dug deeper! I actually spent the last eight days reading, reviewing, and editing my manuscript. My goal wasn’t to add fluff just to make it longer, but instead to add only content that would benefit and add to the story line. I think I succeeded, but only time will tell.

After completing the first version it went through multiple levels of editing; the first being myself reading and editing it many MANY times, the second being my close (in proximity) friends, the third being my distant (again proximity) relatives, and then finally my good friend out in California who finally gave me advise I could use. That advise was what lead me to ‘Dig Deeper’. Now that the digging is done, I have finally sent my manuscript off to my editor.

Now I sit, dug in, and wait… and wait… and wait!

I would love to say I’m not nervous, and party of me isn’t, but the other part… well it is. Don’t get me wrong, I believe that a professional editor is a MUST, and I truly believe that I have picked the right one for my project. I’m excited and scared, but I can take criticism as long as it’s constructive, as I’m sure it will be. Therefore I am eagerly awaiting her edits, thoughts, and recommendations, as I push forward and ‘digging deeper’ into manuscript number two!

Now I’m off to the trenches to write…

Behind Locked Doors – Vampire Hunter?!

“Shhh, it hurts less if you give in to it. Just relax” she said in a sweet, seductive, tender voice with his warm blood still dripping off her lips. His struggling slowed down then finally stopped as her fingers ran threw his hair and across his chest. He tasted good, better than she had in a long time! But the pleasures she was feeling wouldn’t last forever!

A stabbing pain suddenly without warning drove itself deep into the right side of her lungs. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, didn’t understand… Pain, confusion, need, want, help, wait… He fought back. No! Not now. Why? But… It came to her then… Vampire hunter?!

She pulled the splintered piece of wood from her side as she struggled to her feet. She had always been strong. She had always trained to fight back. Her cover was innocent and sweet but deep down she has always been a born warrior. She wasn’t going to die like this. When she goes down it will be epic! It will be fighting side by side with her family not alone in a dirty apartment somewhere.

Though the pain was more than she had ever felt before she stood before him ready for what ever his next move would be. When he lunged left she was quick to go right. Before he could grab her she was on top of him. Her razor-sharp teeth took but seconds to find their way to his warm flowing blood.

Her intentions were to drain him and leave him for dead, but with every ounce she sucked their minds connection grew stronger and stronger. A bond began to grow deeper and deeper within them until neither one of them could tell where one began and the other ended. She was no longer draining him alone – she too was feeding her blood, her life to him.

When finally they awoke wrapped in each others arms and covered in each others blood they could not explain the reason for this new connection. Both afraid of what this might mean and fearing for the others life they walked into uncertainty and toward a future they knew not of.

(c) Copyright Soden, Nina 2011

Dive Deeper!

The other day I received some heartfelt constructive criticism from an old friend, and by old I don’t mean hunched over covered in wrinkles and walks with a cane. However, just for fun I do like to call him Gramps every now and then. Yeah, you know who you are!

After reading my novel for the first time he told me to ‘Dive Deeper’. Now, at first criticism can be a little hard to stomach, but honestly I have been looking for someone to tell me the truth for a while now. I have had a number of people read the book and they have all told me they love it, the story is great, they can’t wait to read book two, etc. etc. etc. What I really need as a writer is to hear some real honest to goodness not trying to be nice kind of constructive criticism.

Thank you thank you thank you!!!

Now, there are three things you can do when you receive constructive criticism. The first is run and hide pretending that you didn’t hear it, and that your story is perfect without any changes. The second is accepting that everyone has their opinion, but decide that you will graciously decline the help others are willing to give. The third, and my choice of action was to accept that all things can use improvement, and seeing my book through someone elses eyes is a wonderful way to improve upon what I’ve already built.

So, I am taking this week to reread my manuscript… again, and try to dive deeper!

Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for being the kind of friend that believes I can do better, and will tell me I have to dive deeper into my work to make it the best it can be!

Miss you Gramps


Got an Editor!

Very exciting day!

I am two and a half books into my series ‘Blood Angel’ and I am so excited to announce that today I found my editor. I have been talking with numerous editors over the past few months, to find the perfect one, and this weekend it happened. I had a conference call with her this morning, and book one is already in her hands. Now I just hold my breath and wait… Not my strong suit. However, I am looking forward to the constructive comments, and this amazing new step toward my books future.

I am excited to introduce Jamie Aitchison, who works out of Chicago, IL. She is a copy editor who provides clear, concise syntax while maintaining the author’s unique voice and tone. She takes pride in being highly meticulous, detailed and organized in her proofreading work. With her Bachelor of Arts in theatre arts and creative writing with a concentration in journalism, from Eastern Michigan University, she not only brings an amazing imagination and open mind to every project she also has a very strong focus on punctuation, grammar, spelling, voice and word choice.

I plan to share this process, ups and downs, as things unfold. So, come on this journey with me one step at a time. hopefully when it is all said and done Mrs. Aitchison will grace us with an interview and share some of her trade secrets for how she does what she does, and why she loves it so much.

Behind Locked Doors – Such a Waste

Standing there gazing at herself in the mirror she had everything she needed, everything she wanted, and she knew she could get anyone she desired. A moment later his reflection was behind hers in the mirror, “It’s been an hour. Aren’t you ready yet?” She snapped at the words, as they came out of his mouth, turning to meet him eye-to-eye without making a sound. For no one had ever told her what to do, nor would they dare talk to her that way!

Taking a deep breath in she calmed herself down, “Are you in a hurry my dear?” she said with a smile gazing deep into his eyes. In almost a trance he smiled… Kissed her gently… Told her he loved her and turned to go.

Before he could get even a step out the door she was in front of him blocking the way. Puzzled and confused he looked into her eyes – questioningly. But, she was over it. His time had passed. With a smooth touch she pulled him toward her, kissed him hard, then turned his head and with teeth like blades drained him of all life and energy.

Limp and lifeless his body fell to the floor. She bent over to zip up her thigh high black leather boot and stepped smoothly over his body. Before she was completely out the door she sighed under her breath, “Such a waste.” shook her head and was gone.

(c) Soden, Nina 2011