WHAT’S HAPPENING NOW

Hey all,

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. I’ve had a lot of personal stuff going on, and it continues to go on, it seems. Acceptance of things we cannot change is crucial for our survival, but that does not mean we have to bow to the mischief. But at least my ducks are in a row, so to speak.

Then there are so many issues happening worldwide, and these seem to keep many of us stirred up in one way or another, or at least on our toes, if not at odds with one another. Or if you are like me, a sensitive, headache medicine and chocolate come in handy. We may feel like we have no voice on many public, or even private, issues but we do the best we can. So let us just plot our movements forward in our own lives and do what makes us happy. Let’s hang out with our pals and family, maybe even celebrate with strangers the things we have in common such as at concerts, sports games, working and sharing with our creative friends, pickle-ball. Or maybe fishing, riding roller coasters or studying squid. Whatever floats your boat. Just do it with gusto and take what’s yours by doing so…just don’t hurt anyone in the process.

As for me, I have made about 20 rounds – I kid not – through Storm Dwellers. Yet, I am still planning on last quick sweep to look for redundancy and longish paragraphs that over explain or just have too many words. I also like to find words that I use too many times on a page. Sometimes that cannot be helped though because you can only say, for instance, that Jethro is operating the barbecue pit today. I mean, if Jethro is at the pit, well, he’s at the pit. Right?

So, Storm Dwellers is finally complete in my eyes. For now anyway. I have to give it a rest.

As for Someday Always Comes, I have made three sweeps through the entire manuscript (after the original 20) and have every intention on hiring a editor for it this time around. I will self-publish the new edition since I did the original. I am not going to seek representation because it was already a self published book. I am also going to try to do some sprucing up on the cover. I did something regarding the cover that I rarely do. I took it to social media about a decade ago and some people had not so nice things to say about the cover regarding the thumbnail for the e-book. I got it back then and still do, but you know even the thumbnail for Kindle has a come a long way. Anyway, I went to social media this time to see what ideas people had to offer. Honestly, this time around, I got great ideas from commenters on both the thumbnail and the paper book cover, and many told me not to change it totally, but to just add more contrast and a couple other minor changes. Hey – if social media and generation gaps are not fickle, I don’t know what is.

I began a sequel to Storm Dwellers which is tentatively titled The Other Side of the Storm. It is meant to tie up loose ends regarding what happened to some of the Storm Dwellers characters when they exited the story to include Benny’s tale. In Storm Dwellers, Benny briefly mentions a girl named Rhonda who was killed. I think we might be introduced to character at some point in The Other Side of the Storm. At least, that’s what a character told me.

Next in line is the third, and probably the final in the Storm Dwellers line, temporarily called Rhonda. With the help of his family and friends, Benny finds out what happened to Rhonda and brings closure to her family and community. I want to write this, but it is not set in stone. Another thing that’s not for certain is how much of Rhonda’s tale we’ll get in The Other Side of the Storm.

And as for that friggin’ hulking undertaking that I could slap my damned self for starting, Chicago Down, these characters are jealous and do not like that I have left them mid-leap while brushing up Storm Dwellers and Someday Always Comes. Salbatora is feisty and Al is unforgiving, and I had better not attempt to double cross either of them. I have reassured them that I have no intention of doing so, even if it kills me. Al, in turn, has assured me that it just might. I don’t get it, do you?

That is my short update. I am working diligently when time permits. I have some upcoming health things to deal with but recovery should be quick. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, and I’ll post about it when I know more.

A friend of mine asked me about The Sheriffs of Robertson County. Well, that sucker is a doozy and the first in the series, Angel Maker, is on hold. The book is a work of fiction, but involves subject matter needing a great deal of research on sensitive subjects, and while it is not exactly a police procedural, it is me struggling to come out of the fantasy genre again and into what could really happen to anyone. Now, Someday Always Comes is not fantasy fiction either, but not in the same way as The Sheriffs of Robertson County will since Dorian Storm and his crew are chasing a serial killer in the opening book. Someday Always Comes, is the Gen X-er in me refusing to relent.

Exciting times! I think. But Al worries me. Really.

Thanks for reading.

Chicago Down, chapter 1 – excerpt

Chicago Down, chapter 1 – an excerpt

He wanted Salbatora to take care of business in the end. He trusted her and only her to do it. After all, she owed him, and she believed in payment of debts. Yet, he was her friend. And she, his. Despite the world’s perception of Al Capone, he was honestly kind to her and never asked anything in return for all he had done for her over the years. Nothing at all. He never put the moves on her, or asked for any sort of sexual favors, or payment in some other shady way. When she had nothing, he had it all, and he offered some to her, Salbatora, a lost Texan looking for her family. Salbatora, who lost her family, found it, and then lost it all over again for the good of humankind.

Al, he admired her. No doubt that her tenaciousness, bluntness, bravery, and the way she accepted success and defeat, life and death, with sophistication was a few of the many reasons why he thought she was worth something.

 She wandered past everyone, barely aware of them. She imagined the blood of her friend being upon her hands and she broke down out on the veranda. All alone. It took only an instant though, for the valiant, solid Salbatora to regain her warrior stature. Not as young as she used to be, and having so many responsibilities these days, she pushed that grief aside. Now was not a good time.

“Salbatora,” Mae Capone was behind her, holding a small box. Only middle aged, Mae was still as kind as ever, even after all she had been through. “Al left this for you. He boxed up these things a long time ago. I don’t really know what’s in here. And I never tried to look.”

She approached Sal and gestured for her to take the box. Sal started to reach for the box, but hesitated.

“Really, Sal, take it.”

 She took the box. “I don’t know why Al would give me anything else. I’ve taken way too much already.”

“He left it for you because he knew that you’d come,” Mae took a deep breath and turned away from
Salbatora, almost as if she was ashamed to admit what is. “He knew you’d come here and do what the rest of us could not. What his family, friends, or employees could not do.” She shook her head and turned around to face Salbatora.

 “I…I don’t know…I…” Salbatora could only stammer. She was at a loss for words and actions.    

“He knew you’d end it for him. Put a stop to it. Do what even his doctor wouldn’t. What I wouldn’t…couldn’t. He never wanted to become like that.”

Copyright 2023 Wanda S. Paryla

Chicago Down- Cover Blurb

Greetings all,

Here’s a peek at what I’ve been working on for the Chicago Down back cover blurb. I’m still working on it.

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Salbatora vows to honor her father’s last request: find Eliot Ness to help free her brother who was wrongly arrested for Prohibition violations. She abandons her Texas home leaving behind memories, and the living dead.

Ness isn’t the only thing Sal finds. Chicago struggles under Prohibition. While its citizens covertly indulge in spirits, a sinister darkness grows. Born of greed, it’s more disturbing than a lust for alcohol. While gangsters battle over territories, the undead have no preference as they run amok, and the Illinois governor has lost his mind to a madcap plot to corral Chicago’s mounting zombie populace.

An unlikely team, Salbatora Guerrera, Eliot Ness, and Al Capone form an unusual camaraderie as they fight the Screamin’ Mimis, as Al calls them. They develop a strategy to deter the governor’s plan which will collapse the weakened city. But can they end the evil’s terrorizing hold? When they learn how the dead sprang to life, they must strike at the source to set Chicago free. And they may not survive alive.

Chicago, are you ready for your unsung heroes? (Note: this line is slated for the front cover, as opposed to the back blurb. We’ll see.)

Copyright 2023 Wanda S. Paryla