Liz DeJesus’ blog

Again, I love this story.  By reading your stories, my literary mind is expanding and growing in new and different ways, and I love that as a reader.  I care about your characters because you paint them in a way that makes one care. 

:D Pretty freaking awesome huh? :D

Because my brain is a masochist...

106 / 50,000 (0.2%)

47,418 / 47,418 (100.0%)

I know...not exactly 50k words. But I felt like I said what I needed to say. I think all of the characters said what they all needed to say and I'm happy with the end result. I've already contacted my awesome friend and brilliant editor Shon Bacon and she's ready to tackle my latest piece of work. I can't wait for this to get published and for people to read it. I'm really proud of what I've done here. :D So exciting! Anyway I mentioned in my last post that I had an idea for a sci-fi book. Well...that's gonna have to wait for a while since Hades has roared in protest and now he's demanding for his story to be told. So...naturally Persephone and Demeter will be involved I already jotted down the first page. I will start the word count for that once I have a good 5 pages written in my trusty notebook. Let's see where this book will take me. I'm sure it'll be a journey I will treasure forever. 

;) Good night.

Sigh...damn my brain. Just when I'm headed towards the end of The Laurel another idea for another novel pops into my head. This was something that I was thinking about doing YEARS ago. When I was still dating my husband. It's going to be a sci-fi novel, if I even get around to jotting down any of the ideas that have been swimming around my head all day. 

Anyway...still not sure what to do with this new idea. All I really have is a floating city and a partial plot. No real main character to speak of but I'm positive that its going to be a woman. Still...sci-fi. Not really my area of expertise but then again, I didn't think I could write a horror novel and I went ahead and did it anyway so we'll see what happens next. :D Wish me luck! 

Hugs to all.

 
This is what Daphne turns into. At least this is a close up on the leaves that will decorate the tree she turns into. I think it's a neat illustration. Almost at the end of the story. I don't know if I'll actually make it to 50k since I don't want to add stuff that's not going to be necesary to the story, but I'm going to try and make this a fun read for everyone. :D

Coming soon through Cacoethes Publishing

 
NOT the cover for the book

In the blink of an eye, Detective Morgan Carbone's life changes from day to night. Sociopath, serial killer, and charmer, David McAllister won't reveal where the bodies of several young women are located, and Morgan is determined to get answers from him. She gets much more from him when during an interrogation he sinks his teeth into her hand, causing her to bleed profusely. The bite leaves Morgan with flawless skin as her wound heals quickly and perfectly, and it leaves her with severe bloodlust as she has now turned into a werewolf, like her serial-killing nemesis. This drastic change in her life casts Morgan into an action-packed, dramatic journey as she is pressured (a deadly chip in the brain can do that) by a man named Mario to go across the country to kill a vampire that has supposedly killed his sister. Mario preps Morgan for her mission by regaling her in stories and information about Elizabeth Bathory, a Countess and vampiress of the 16th century who has killed hundreds of young girls and women during her centuries upon the earth.  Morgan can barely listen or retain the information because she's so fascinated by the resemblance between Elizabeth and Sophia, her old lover who broke her heart years ago.  Morgan must decide if she will fulfill her goal for him or let her heart fall for the deadly vampiress, who eerily reminds her of her first and only true love – a woman who got away.

Coming soon through Cacoethes Publishing

In a dark cave filled with multicolored strings and golden cords that hummed with power sit The Moirae. Three sisters, daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis.

Clotho the Spinner, Lachesis the Allotter and Atropos the Inexorable. Each one with a purpose, each one with a task that must never end. Clotho, the youngest of the three, must forever spin the thread of life from her distaff onto her spindle. She is called upon at the ninth month of pregnancy when life must come forth.

Lachesis, the middle sister, then takes the thread and measure it, she decides how long a person must live. Atropos, the eldest of the three, was the cutter of the thread. She chose the way a person was destined to die. Her golden shears were always sharp and ready for the task that was assigned to her.

Lachesis watched Clotho out of the corner of her eye and frowned.

"What are you doing?" Lachesis asked while she continued to measure the cord.

"What I always do, I spin," she replied.

"That's not wool thread, nor is it the golden thread that belongs to the gods," Lachesis pointed out.

"I know," Clotho replied.

"Then what are you spinning?"

"I spin a tale that will told long after the three of us are gone. I spin a tale that will teach a lesson to both god and man," she replied.

"Who is this person?" Atropos asked. "How long will she live so that I may know when to cut the cord?" She chuckled as she cut the air with her golden shears already eager to put them to good use.

"You won't have to," Clotho replied as she kept spinning the cord.

"Don't be silly, of course I'll have to cut it. It is my job, it's what I do," Atropos argued as she waved her shears from side to side.

"She will live on forever," Clotho muttered as she continued to spin a dark green cloth.

Her sisters shook their heads unable to understand their young sister's strange behavior.

"You speak nonsense Clotho. I will always have a cord to measure just as Atropos will always have something to cut," Lachesis said.

"That's quite alright sisters, there is no need for you to understand," Clotho smiled an innocent smile as she continued to spin the thread and feed it into the spinning wheel.

Their cavern looked more and more like an elaborately decorated and multicolored spider web with every passing day. Every day Clotho created a new cord for each child that was born into the world. It was a cycle. It was the way the world worked. You are born, you live and then you die.

But not you sweet one. We have other plans for you. The world will remember your name, Clotho thought as she continued to work on the dark green thread.

© Liz DeJesus 2008