The Blackwood Curse: Queen of Corruption
Hal Crompton is done with being a hero. When he returns home from Iraq, his face and body scarred by fire, he hopes to wrap himself in memories of his childhood as the golden boy of Woodhill. At first, it seems he’ll succeed. His childhood friend, Alistair Blackwood, acts as if Hal had never been gone; Mora Fee, the little math-geek who tutored Hal in high-school has grown into an attractive woman, but she hasn’t forgotten her teenage crush on the young football hero he used to be.Some things have changed in his absence. Mora is about to finish her doctoral thesis, an algorithm for mapping super-complex chaotic systems, and Alistair, once a harmless teller of strange tales, intends to make the darkest and most dreadful of those stories real. He has found the inter-dimensional route to the resting place of an ancient and monstrous goddess, He plans to wake her and bring her back to exact revenge on a universe that fails to recognize his genius.
Hal is determined to stop his friend from reaching his loathsome goddess, but it’s a job for hero, and Hal is afraid he isn’t that man anymore.
A couple of years ago, I was watching a bad movie production of an HP Lovecraft story, snorting and spitting like a walrus with disgust and barking at intervals, "That's not how you do an HP Lovecraft story."
Finally, my righteous outrage overflowed, and I stomped into my office snarling, "This is how you do an HP Lovecraft story."
I thumped myself down at my computer, pulled up my favorite outlining software (yes, I'm an outline geek) and started pounding away at the keys.
Three hours later, my outrage undiminished, I stomped into my husband's man-cave with the completed outline and shook my laptop in his face saying, "See? See? This is how you do an HP Lovecraft story."
He, innocent of all things Lovecraftian (Yes I know, but I married him anyway), blinked at the screen and said, "Are you going to write it?"
Well then I had to, didn't I?
Since then, the story has gone from a 30k word Lovecraft style unseen-horrors-of-the-indifferent-cosmos kind of thing to 70k words of something much more me (but still with plenty of unseen horrors and cosmoses and so forth).
Then my obnoxiously talented and inarguably brilliant writers' group had to stick their two cents in, and as a result, the whole story is infinitely better but taking Way Too Long. My current goal for becoming a better writer is to write faster without losing quality.
And of course, you can't help thinking about what Hal and Mora and Alistair probably got up to afterward, so now there are two more stories in the series followed by a stand-alone, all fully drafted and waiting for revisions.
Anyway The Blackwood Curse book two is now awaiting final review while I work on book four.
Wish me godspeed. Just be careful what gods you wish on.