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Friday, September 30, 2011

Phew. Finally done with the edits.

Well, I've been editing Godblood for 3 days straight, and I'm finally just about done. We still have a few chapters left to write, mostly the ones that we didn't want to write while writing the main book and skipped. I think that we might be done with the book before my projected date of Christmas. All that's left to do is to proofread it, to have my coauthor edit it, to write the last few chapters, and to have other people proofread it. That isn't as time consuming as it sounds. Well, there isn't much left to write. I'll hopefully see you next week.


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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Yay! Just About done! (update)

Never mind. We're not almost done. Well, we are, but we aren't as done as I said in the last blog. My coauthor got mad/annoyed at me for writing it. We're going to rewrite it soon, when he has the journal we wrote it in. I knew we shouldn't have written it. Well, that's pretty much all. I've been getting sidetracked lately, but I'm planning on writing more. Again, if you know of any online shop where I can put the print copy for sale, please tell me. Thanks in advance.
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Friday, September 23, 2011

Yay! Just about done!

Well, I was writing for about an hour today, and I'm finally on the last chapter. The battles are over, and all we have left is writing about after the war and writing a lead-in to the second book. It looks like, because of problems I don't feel like getting into. You'll have to wait until we start making "official" concept sketches. I will also post some of the other artwork for the book. Unfortunately, most of that artwork won't end up in the ebook version of Godblood. To put it on ereaders, I'm using a website called SmashWords, which has pretty restrictive guidelines for submitting books. I think I've mentioned it before. Let me look at this bar on the right showing me my previous posts... There it is! It's in the post titled Almost Finished. That's the Blog posted at 5:20 pm on Friday, July 22, 2011. After that, we'll release it as a print book. I wonder if there's any website that would let me post the book and people would be able to order it. If you know of anywhere that does that, please tell me in a comment. Well. Back to the topic of Godblood. We are just about done with the first draft. Because of my cowriter's insistence to have very few drafts, I believe that my deadline of Christmas is realistic. Don't put your money on me being write, though. I'm not a very good prognosticator (look it up if you don't know what it means).

Something seems different...

If you haven't noticed, I put a link on the top of the page to the sample chapters of the book. Just thought I'd point it out. Time to get back to listening to random songs from bands I like.


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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Where Have We been?

I haven’t posted for a month. There hasn’t really been anything stopping me, but I’ve just been procrastinating. I haven’t really gotten anything done, because A) I haven’t seen my coauthor, B) last time I was going to work with him on Google Docs, Irene struck and made me lose power, and C) I’ve just never felt like working on it. I should probably tell you I procrastinate.

We are…

…at the same point in the book as the last post, a month ago. My coauthor has written a few pages since then, but it is mostly embellishment on what we already wrote, not anything new. I am hoping to write a lot more in the next few days. My school was cancelled due to Irene, so I’ll have more time, which I hope to put to good use writing.

There isn’t much else to say, since we haven’t had much progress. I’m also thinking about starting work on the cover for the book; expect pictures of in sometime in the next few posts, along with a poll about which one to use.

I’m thinking of making a page of sample chapters. I created it on Google Docs and now, anyone with the link can view it. If you want to see regularly updated chapters and information about the book. So, see you next post (which hopefully won’t take as long as this one).

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Random Update

While at a camp together, we managed to scrape together 10+ pages (on paper, not computer. On a computer it would be much less, but I'm proud nonetheless!), on one of which a main character dies. I shan't reveal which one (not like any of you besides a select few would even know who it is, since we don't have enough chapters available for you to find out), at least not yet. But it is a very dramatic, awesome death, I can assure you. Odds are, it's not who you think it is. Our book is really drawing to a close, so yes, that. And I am not Andrew, I am the secondary author whose name will remain unknown until the book's release.

That's all for now! Stay tuned for more!

Nothing New

Neither me nor my coauthor has written anything this week, so there isn’t much to share. I’m not going to post next week, since I’m going on vacation. Since there isn’t anything to post, I’ll use another sample chapter as filler.

Chapter II

The Last Sage

“Grussis! Look out!” yelled Cornez as a sharpened bone flew past him.
“Cover me!” I yelled, “I’ll stop them! Ignosis!”
Most of Death’s skeletons burst into flames. I knew that the spell wouldn’t hold them off for long though. I began to run towards the archives. I ran outside and tried to ignore the sight of dismembered and burned sages.
I ran across the battlefield, dodging curse beams and bony soldiers until I came to the room I wanted. Yes, this was the room that contained the one artifact I knew I needed to save- the Staff of Despair. I knew that if evil forces ever got a hold of the staff, then they could drain power from whomever they wish, the ultimate weapon.
I gripped the staff for the first time in a while and began to channel its power. The skeleton army fell to their knees as their power was drained into the staff. With a single wave of the staff, the skeletons crumpled into piles of bone chips.
With the skeletons destroyed, I began to search for survivors. I searched high and low, but could only find mutilated corpses. “Cornez!” I yelled. “Where are you!?” I heard no reply. As I tried to push the thought of the other Spirit Sages out of my head, I tried to find a positive side. “At least the archives were still intact,” I said to myself, trying to hide my own grief.
Death had sent his skeleton army to destroy all of the Spirit Sages, probably because he felt they were a threat to him. Nowadays he could kill just about anyone he felt like killing, or using them as pawns to do his dirty work. I thought I had most of his tactics figured out.
I mustered enough energy to cast a spell that charms the archives so that only I can enter and other people can enter only with my permission. I just hope it will prevent Death from doing any further damage.
I searched through the archives and found some scrolls and potions I might find useful later and left. I had no idea where to go, or what to do when I got there. So I just forged on.
Suddenly, I thought I heard a strong wind. The sound got louder, and I saw the source- a glowing blur in the distance. It came close within seconds and stopped in front of me. I recognized the person in front of me immediately.
I had memorized every single ancient scroll in the archives and practically learned the language of the ancient Sages (I was thought to be the only one who had). In one particular scroll I had learned of the minor Gods, along with illustrations. The glowing man in front of me was Speed, the fastest of the gods.
He had pale skin and a muscular build with chiseled features. He was barefoot, and by looking at his feet I could tell he had run a long way. I felt sorry that he had to travel between the worlds to find me. His unkempt white mustache glowed as brightly as what he held in his hand.
“Grussis,” he said. “Creation wants you to find a girl named Ellise. I have been told nothing else on the subject.”
“Well, if it is Creation’s wish, I suppose I have no choice. I will find the girl. Anything else you wish to tell me?” “Yes,” said Speed. “Creation trusts you to bring her to Paradise once you find her. Here is a special charm that will allow you to enter Paradise- but by no means shall you use it for evil.”
“Of course not,” I replied. He proceeded to hand me a silver horseshoe that appeared to be glowing from the inside. “Thank you, Speed.” The next thing I knew, he wasn’t there.
The horseshoe seemed soft like cotton, but was as heavy as metal should be. It seemed to vibrate in my hand as I held it. For some odd reason, I could not take my eyes off of it. Perhaps because it was a gift from the Gods. Maybe I was amazed at the power it possessed. I might not ever know.
My thoughts then drifted to this girl I was supposed to find. What use would the Gods have for her Up Above? Perhaps they would sacrifice her or use her as a slave, or maybe make her into a pet for Creation to care for. Only the Gods know.
I continued to ponder that thought when another came to mind- how was I to find her?
***Back at Ellise’s ruined house***
As sad as I was about my mother, I knew what that djinn had said was more important. The good thing was that I knew where I was going to find this Sage. It seemed simple. He would be at the fortress of the Spirit Sages. I was about to leave when I saw that the fortress was completely destroyed, with bodies everywhere and green smoke rising from the ruins.
But, as with all tragedy comes hope, and I spotted a figure with a staff and something round and shiny in his hand.

You can read Chapter I here.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Almost Finished

Well, I don’t have much to blog about this week. We’re at the very end of Godblood, although we haven’t written much lately. I think that we can be done with the first draft of Godblood by the end of Summer, and we can release it as a eBook by the end of January next year. It won’t be available until a long time after that, though, because I’m using a website called This website lets me release it onto the iPad, iPhone, Kindle, Nook, Blackberry, and almost every other eReading device, but before it releases my book, it checks the spelling, formatting, and grammar. Because of this, it will take a long time for this website to read my book, and it will be released later. If you want to read it right when it’s released, go to Smashwords and download it there. I don’t really have much else to say, so I’ll (hopefully) post in two weeks. I’m going away next week, and I won’t have an internet connection, so I’ll post again the week after.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Chapter 1

I thought I’d share chapter one with you. I know I said I’d do this weekly, but I just started blogging, so I might as well write some more. The prologue's here: [LINK]. Here’s Chapter one:

Chapter I

Ellise’s Dilemma

“Ellise! Clean out the pigpen!” my mother called, without the slightest hint of gratitude for my willingness to act like a slave for her own nefarious-seeming purposes. She always had me doing something for her pigs.
“I’m on it!” I yelled back to my mother. I mumbled to myself about how my mother was always obsessed with the cleanliness and well-being of her precious porcine pets. I was almost beginning to think that my mother liked her pigs more than she liked me.
Before I set upon my task, I looked into my bedside mirror, admiring my some-what good looks that barely resembled my mother’s (mule-like) face. I had a thin face and body, probably due to small food rations, and straight, brown hair that ran down to my shoulders. I looked quite mature for a sixteen-winter old girl. For some strange reason, now and then I saw my blue eyes flicker to a neon purple shade, perhaps a side effect of working in the sun all day. I didn’t think about it much.
I always believed in the Gods, and felt as if my life had some greater purpose, waiting for me to become something great. My chance was waiting for me just as my pigpen duties were. But all this labor and boredom was a buildup. I believed that with all my heart.
I’m curious and mischievous, not the smartest girl, but not stuck up like the other girls in my kingdom, blinded with lust and men. But for me, I had never had a relationship. In fact, I only ever got of this wretched hut for trips to the marketplace.
Despite the endless rain of insults spewing from my mother, I think I’m a pretty nice young lady. But in this kingdom, you won’t go anywhere by being “kind” or “down-to-earth.” The only women with a reasonable income were the maidens and princesses, two things that I despise.
Again I distracted myself from the task at hand by gazing into the foggy hillside that lay in front of me. I was always stunned by those distant structures crafted by men before my time, with no detail missed, no effort spared. I figured magic was used, although my mother always taught that magic was a myth. But I knew better.
The fortress of the spirit sages loomed in the background along with the other imaginative buildings. It was the home of the greatest wizards in the world who had been around longer than anyone can remember. They were sworn to protect ancient wizard scrolls and artifacts and spells known only by the oldest members. I hoped to someday join them. But now, as much as I wished to be casting spells with the Great Spirit sages, I should be cleaning the pigpen.
I was currently training myself in magic, and I had snuck a spellbook from the house of an amateur sorcerer. I knew that, since I had no trainer, I had to take small steps. I smiled deviously, and decided to spare myself the torturous grease and grime of washing, feeding, and pampering the pigs and cleaning their pen. I knew that if anything happened to those pigs, than my mother would probably make my life even worse than it already was somehow.
I leafed through my (sort of) book of spells and found one that caught my attention. It seemed simple enough. But, of course, it would be hard to execute, as with all spells. The pronunciation of a spell was the key, since all spells are written in a language long lost to the ages. I figured not even the spirit sages knew how to speak it.
The spell called for me to recite these words- “Incantum enchantum, eefle schmeigner dornaws zacrunos, beyt ze prew hao pwex dar!”
I almost stumbled over the words but after some practice I thought I had it figured out. I conjured up a grey raincloud to clean the pigpen and the pigs, figuring the rain would quench the pig’s thirst and bathe them. This cloud was small enough that it covered only the area the pigs were in, and slowly it worked. The mud and grime and unspeakable substances on the pigs washed away, leaving me to watch without a care in the world.
I stood admiring my work, listening to the steady pitter-patter of the rain. But my ears detected something wrong: the beat of the rain became harder and faster. The pigs were clean by now, but the rain cloud did not fade and vanish as planned.
The water began to pool around my feet, and I could tell something was wrong. While I stood there helplessly, the rain continued to accelerate. The walls of the pigpen were filling with water gradually. The pigs moaned and grunted. When the water got high enough, the pigs flailed their legs in an attempt to swim. I heard one last groan before they sunk under, unable to support their body weight. It was a terrible thing to see. I fled the scene. If I didn’t get out of there fast, I would drown too.
I ran to my room and dried myself with a piece of torn cloth. My mother didn’t know that I could control (term used very loosely) magic, and had been using it on many occasions to help with my chores. But worse than her finding out about my magic was her finding out about the pigs. She made sure to give them more than she gave me, and always kissed them goodnight. I knew she would rather sacrifice me than her beloved pigs.
“Ellise!” my mother called. “What happened here?” I figured that she had noticed the trail of water leading up to my room. “Uh, nothing!” I replied. “And how are my piggy dears doing?”
I hesitated. “Why? Are you going to check on them?” I said in my best non-suspicious voice. “Well,” my mother replied, “now I am! I’m onto you Ellise!”
I ran down to the pigpen to find my mother soaking wet and crying, with a pig’s lifeless body at her feet. The pigpen walls had burst with water, flooding our backyard. Luckily, the cloud had disappeared. But the cloud was the least of my worries.
“ELLISE! YOU KILLED MY PIGS!” she screamed, her eyes bulging and face turning red. “I can’t even BEGIN to think of a punishment fitting of such a horrible deed! And to think all this time you had been toying with magic like it was a child’s rattle!”
I looked down, small droplets of water moistening my eyes. I drowned out my mother’s words and almost considered removing my spellbook from my pocket, but thought better of it.
Later that week, I sat in my cot, weeping, looking at my bald head in the mirror and the branding mark on my cheek. Were pigs really worth this much?
I almost smiled the first time in months in spite of myself. My mom had invited two guests over for dinner, and she had drunk enough wine to be reasonably nice to me.
“Ellise, be a dear and go fetch us a turkey dinner,” said my mother in a sweet voice as she enjoyed another glass of wine. “Alright mother.” I walked into the kitchen, and after thinking about it and the time I killed the pigs, I took out my spellbook. I sighed and muttered “Ignayo alrech gorvilious desando,” and a purple fire lit from under the turkey on a spit. “This better work,” I thought to myself. I walked away to the dining room, hid my spellbook, and sat down in an oaken chair.
I chatted with my intoxicated mother about all sorts of topics she would have never discussed in front of me. Suddenly, after I had finally relaxed, I heard a crackling behind me. “What’s that?” cried one of my mother’s guests.
“I’ll be right back,” I said hurriedly and ran to the kitchen. The fire had brutally burnt the turkey and was spreading to the rest of the kitchen.
The fire engulfed the drawer I had hid my spellbook in and with a small bang, it exploded in a puff of smoke. By now the fire was spreading throughout the house faster than any natural flame, and much too fast for me to stop it. I fled the house as part of the roof collapsed, nearly crushing me. There was nothing I could do about it. I tried to recall the rain spell, but I couldn’t remember. I watched from a hill as the house slowly burned, my mother and her friends perishing with it.
I sobbed as I heard the shrieks of the three women inside the house. The house crumbled until only its core structure and ashes remained. I sobbed and cursed the day I decided to steal the spellbook from that sorcerer. I called my feeble attempts at magic every name under the sun.
Then, in front of me, the air began to shimmer, and a djinn appeared. I had only heard of djinns in a book my father had read to me before he was killed fighting King Mlezzis’ men. The djinn was a green, wispy, muscular man with only a torso, arms, and a head. He floated towards me as I wiped my eyes with my sleeve. He spoke only four words. “Find the last sage.” Then, he disappeared.

Where are we?

My coauthor and I are currently writing chapter thirty-three, and we’re on page 141. We’re almost done with the first draft, and expect the book to be out by Christmas. I’ve never needed to predict finishing dates, so do not expect me to be right. It could be out long before then, and it could be out in the middle of next year. I’m aiming for Christmas.

ps. Maybe I should blog more often. I'll thing about trying to blog daily instead of weekly.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


I just realized that I created this blog to promote the book I’m coauthoring, and I’ve never posted in it. I thought- Why don’t I change that? So, now that the book’s almost complete, I might as well start posting weekly.  So. What is Godblood? It’s not us preaching Satanic messages. It’s a fantasy novel.

What’s it about?

The Gods disagree on how much they should influence the mortals, and that argument quickly turns into a heated battle. Eventually, War stabs the God of Magic and kills him, which causes a war.
When a God is killed, the others must choose a mortal to take his or her place. The Gods choose a girl named Ellise, and choose Death as her mentor. Death is using her to gain dominance, though. Ellise must stop him from turning the Gods against each other and gaining absolute power.

Sample Chapters

I’m going to share the prologue and the first chapter with you:


The Council of the Gods had gathered to discuss matters of war in the meeting chamber. All Gods, major and minor were in attendance. Destruction had wanted to directly control human life and manipulate the way their civilization evolved, but that only sparked Creation’s anger towards him. After a long argument, it was decided that the humans would choose their own fate, only to be helped occasionally by the Gods. Perhaps, looking back, Creation would regret this.
But, although the humans had been decided on, Destruction would have none of it. He stood up and began yelling about how they should control humans for fun and to amuse themselves. It seemed that most of the Negative Gods had sided with Destruction, and vice versa with Creation.
Against the Council’s will, Destruction struck a quick blow at Creation, who stumbled back, stunned. Creation prepared to shoot a magic beam at Destruction, but was caught off guard by an attack from Fear. Before the battle got too serious, the minor God Magic tried to interrupt the intense battle, with which War had just entered. Peace also tried to settle this brawl, but was ignored by the others. Peace saw the fight, and knew it needed to be stopped before it got too serious. Peace attempted to calm the fighters, but was assaulted by Famine, who struck Peace to the ground with his scythe. After a failed attempt at using his powers to freeze time, Magic tried pulling War away from the others, only to be stabbed fatally by War’s sword. The other Gods showed obvious distress when they saw the tip of War’s sword emerging from Magic’s chest.
In moments, Magic fell to his knees and died. The Gods knew this was a horrible situation. But not horrible in the way you mortals would think it, but horrible mostly because the blood of a God had spilled. Now, before you think badly on the Gods for not caring about a God dying, and only caring about their blood, the importance of a God’s blood must be stressed. If a mortal managed to enter Paradise and get a hold of the blood of a dead God, then they could bring a deceased mortal back to life. Therefore, whenever a God’s blood spilled, cleanup was practically instantaneous.
Quickly, the minor God Cleanliness cleaned up the mess and contained the situation. It also soon became obvious that they would need to choose a mortal to become the new God of Magic, which would be a very difficult task. This was another dreadful thing that followed the death of a God- finding their replacement. This was an especially horrible task that came with a God’s slaughter. This was a principally difficult ordeal in battles, for Gods were dying right and left, and thus needed corresponding mortals to fill their places.
The Positives were furious at War and Destruction, while the Negatives egged them on, craving violence and chaos. It was this anger fueled a battle between the Gods themselves, a civil war. This war broke out between the two types of major Gods-Negative and Positive. These sides could also be assisted by any Elementals who choose to help, so Fire and Earth joined the Negatives and Water and Wind joined the Positives.
Tensions between Positives and Negatives were always high, but there was a mutual understanding that both sides needed the other for a functional world. They all knew that a war would throw off the balance of the universe. But in only moments, the thin line between balance and chaos was crossed. No one could even attempt to be reasonable, lest they be considered vulnerable, weak. Peace was unspoken of. If one wished to do anything about stopping the war, they had to do it in secret.
Both the Positives and Negatives were caught in a moment of weakness, a moment of blind fury, and they lashed out at each other. This is how the most brutal battle in history began.

You can find chapter 1 here: [LINK].
      -- Andrew