Wednesday, August 14, 2013

This quote pissed me off so much I had to take a shot of whiskey.

"I get further away every day. I am so over it. For me, it’s not a happy place to be."- Stephenie Meyer on Twilight.  I read that and I raged at my computer screen for like ten minutes straight. 

I don't like Twilight, or anything Meyer, but for fuck sake that was one of the biggest slaps to the face someone can do to their fans.

I get wanting to move on, that's all fine and dandy there, but to say something so cold about the series that made your rich and basically it's fans is just... I don't even. 

Also how the fuck is it not a happy place? Because not everyone liked it?  Woman, when Anne Rice first got published a lot of people didn't like her take on vampires.  Shit, Interview with the Vampire was technically a failure.  Does she still talk about those characters from her Vampire Chronicles? Always.  Is she grateful for everything it did end up giving her? Yep.  Those books hold a special place in her heart because she is a real writer.

Also Meyer went on to say that people read books and the characters leave them after...
Has this woman read anything outside of the bible?  Characters from books and movies we love never leave us! We fall in love with them and they take up living space in our hearts.  They are what get some of us through the darkest of times.  How dare she!  

She doesn't even know what power books have on people.  The joy and the pain they bring.

I swear by every god and their mother if Ashes has any success and I get stark reactions like Twilight did I will never say something so cold to my fans, ever!

Oh a happier note maybe? This song really makes me think of Patrick.  I don't know why, but I have been listening to it all through the latest chapter:

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Ashes of the Dawn arts!

Pictures people have drawn for me for my book:

Patrick and Cyrus done by this talented woman: here
Anime Patrick!
Patrick Comic style?

I love this picture! Also Pat again. He likes vests, can't you tell?

Aria! A lot of artist like the anime look I have noticed.
Patrick and Cyrus getting read to go to work on something. 
Aria and Pat.  I really think Aria looks cute in this one. 

A scene I can't get out of my head.

So I keep having this scene with Patrick play in my head and I have no idea where it came from, it doesn't belong in the book anywhere and it is sort of out of character for him.  Almost like what if he was more like Dracul? Anyhow here it is:

Goodnight Kiss:
The fog stood out against the dark contrast of the dark blue that surrounded you; only the silver moon guided your path. Why you decided to be out on a night like this could be for any number of reasons perhaps it was the depression kicking in that you haven't found a job yet and rent was due at the end of the month.  Or it had to do with your boyfriend leaving you again for the third time; maybe this time you will learn your lesson.

Something starts to swirl in front of you.  It isn't just dark, it is the purest of black that not even the moon breaks it.  You watch as it grows in height; fear starting seep into your mind like water trickle down the cracks of street.  Did you just see what you think you saw? A face with eyes that reflected light flash from within the black mass.

You try to run but you can't something stops you; it's like you're paralyzed. You try to rationalize it's the fear, because you can't see the black tendrils holding you in place.  A man with sickly pale skin steps out from the fog.  His ginger hair pulled back into a ponytail; while his steel eyes pierce through you like a sharpened blade. The smile he wears is unnerving and sends chills down your spine. He moves toward you casually; his eyes never leaving you.

When he reaches you he cups one side of your face in his hand.  He so cold comparing his touch to winter would be an understatement. As he leans in closer you swear you see fangs in his sinful grin.  You feel his lips trace your neckline before there is small pain like something is pinching the skin on your neck.  Your heart pounds and your mind runs wild. But as quick as it all speeds up and starts to fade, like a slow motion jenga, everything starts to fall away. You start feeling colder and more at ease; thoughts become muddled and your stilling heart sounds like a lulling song. You feel yourself start to slip into the deepest of sleeps and the last real thought you have is how nice it was of this man to kiss you goodnight.