Superheroes and Sorcerers

So, I’ve ben tossing around ideas lately, and ended up with nothing even close to what I was hoping I’d finish by the end of February. But, hey, it’s life. what can you do about it?

Anyways, I was working on the most promising of ideas of late, a short story that I’m hoping will turn intos omething appraching finished relatively soon. Anyways, no spoilers, but while I was working on the piece last night, I was doing my usual. Listening to som classic rock, air guitaring in betwen paragraphs, and actually doing some writing when I wasn’t being a total dork.

And then, I swear to God, I start hearing noises. Not like a bump or a pop, which has happened before, and I’ve quickly found the solutions to the problems(The pop happens when we leave our grill plugged in, and the bump is usually either my brother or the cat). Instead, this was the exact same noise the monster in my story makes. I turned on every light in the house, grabbed the holiest thing I could find(for those of you who are wondering, the holiest thing on my desk at that moment was the Imperial Infantryman’s Uplifting Primer), and raced like a bat out of hell upstairs.

Imagining the monster you’re writing about appearing in your house? God damn, I need to get me some rock salt and consecrated iron. Or maybe I’ve just been watching too much Supernatural of late.