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2/17/2010

So, you DO love cats!

First I wanted to say THANK YOU for all the nice emails and friendly support concerning Vengeance. It's really nice to hear some kind words regarding my latest story. Some people seemed to really get into the whole cat-theme and that really warmed my heart!

As you may or may not know, with this blog and all the exercise I get in writing short stories, my diction is slowly improving to the point where a native speaker (rsp. reader) might not actually know that I am a German, writing in English. To them, I could be of Russian or Asian descent as well ;)

I know that I have some troubles with (mainly the use of past) tenses, and as some of you pointed out, this confusion sometimes complicates the comprehension of certain passages. That's something I'm working on and thanks to my good friend Nerina have some newfound insight on, as well. So, I should be fine!

2/12/2010

Surprise, surprise

I have something new for you to read. Ok, don't be prejudiced, because there's a cat in the story.
His name is Tommy! Yeah I know.. cats. But I really like them, and they are so cute and funny!
For your information I don't plan on losing all my teeth and wearing a bathrobe for the rest of my life, seriously. I don't have the crazy cat lady potential.
I want to write stories, and in this one, accidentally, you'll find a cat. Oh... shut up and read it, will you?

And here it is: Vengeance.

2/03/2010

Booh Part II

So it continues, a fantasy novel dressed up as a scary story about ghosts and a screaming woman (well, so to speak).

I have to say, as surprised as I am by this, I kind of like it! Not that I am generally a fan of horror - quite the opposite - but I am strangely drawn to the style of creating scary scenarios with strange creatures in it. Oh yes!

(...) She tried not to move, not to breath and not to exist at all in the impossible quest to be overlooked by the thing that hunted her. It was a somewhat foolish idea but she felt incapable of doing anything else but trying to avoid being perceived by the creature slowly approaching her feet. (...)

There's no better genre than horror to torture your characters!

(...) All she could make out at the foot end of her bed was an accumulation of something dark being there and not really there at the same time. It seemed to shift its shape constantly, moving in and around itself like a dark cloud in time-lapse but lacking the density to remain in a certain form. (...)

To be continued..