I could be a terrible person and make you wait until next year to find out what happens next, but I think I’ll have mercy. This is last chapter of Dark Was the Night. I’ll get started on Cold Was the Ground, the companion to this story, and hopefully I’ll have a chapter of that for you in a few days. I have to plot out the way I want it to work out in the end, but I have ideas bouncing around the old bean.
In the meantime, if I don’t get the post again before Mother’s Day, I hope all the mamas out there have a wonderful mother’s day with their loved ones. This year Mama Bear’s birthday lands on Mother’s Day. My crazy sister in Ohio has a birthday on Saturday and my mini-me cousin’s birthday is on Tuesday. Assuming I don’t kill anyone at work tomorrow or Saturday, it’s all gravy.
Sidenote: I also bought the new Zac Brown Band album yesterday and holy shitcakes is it fantastic. For those of you who aren’t familiar, they’re generally filed under country music but don’t dismiss them so quickly. This album has a little bit of everything on it. It lives up to its name, Jekyll & Hyde, that’s for damn sure. If you get a chance, check out a song called Dress Blues. Don’t be surprised if you see a one shot pop up because of it.
Happy reading loverfaces xoxo
Mango trees, really? Yes, really. Why? I’ll tell you why!
This is sounds like a one shot just waiting to be written by Wifey. No pressure or anything but seriously…
I think y’all are going to be amused by the newest vampire to join the Godric clan… That’s all I’m going to say about that. On with the storytelling!
Finally Wifey’s birthday is upon us! I apologize in the delay in posting but I had the weekend from hell at work and yesterday wasn’t much better. By the time I got home the last thing I wanted to do was look at a computer or fight with the laptop. But to make up for my slacking off I loaded up three chapters because the only thing better than one chapter is three, right?
I also just realized I forgot to send Wifey her birthday text so I have to go send her a ton of emoticons in place of calling her and terrorizing her with my terrible singing. I am quite certain that would be our first and last phone conversation. Someday I’ll make it to the east coast and then God help us all…
A.K.A. Defense exhibit A.
In the meantime, I hope Wifey has been having a fantastic birthday and you all are enjoying the unfolding of her epic present. I don’t know how I am going to top this, short of kidnapping Skarsy and stashing him in her garden shed out back so he can stand guard over Squirrely Girl.
I sipped the Kool-Aid and boy am I glad I did because OMG is this shit fun! Such a simple concept… Although I have to say so far Paul Rudd is the champ to beat. If you haven’t seen the lip sync battle he had with Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show, you are missing out. You can definitely find it on YouTube. Oh hell…
It’s perfection. Really.
But just in case you don’t share my love for my new favorite thing, here’s a little of my old favorite thing.
So as I was chillin’ like a villain at home yesterday (after pulling an employee of the month move by voluntarily going in to work to finish up payroll and make my boss’s life a little easier on what turned out to be a shitbomb of a day there) I ended up catching most of an old episode of Behind the Music on VH1 Classic.
No, not that. The real show. It was a remastered edition of the Hall & Oates episode. If you don’t know who Hall & Oates is, you might be too young to be reading my work. Just saying.
Anyway… as you all know, Wifey loves her pop culture references. You know, like this…
If you can throw the ’80s in with that? Well shit, son. So thanks to VH1 Classic I now have this friggin’ song clouding up my brain matter.
WE’RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER TOGETHER, GODDAMMIT!
Or you can skip the video and go straight to the new chapter.
I know, I know, I can hear Wifey right now groaning and mentally asking me why I’m trying to make her older faster. Well, she has no one but herself to blame. When she told me my birthday present was tipping the scales at a 16k word count (and it wasn’t done yet!), I knew I had to step up my game. Therefore, we have this short story.
And yes, this story features vampires, telepaths and maybe even Steve Newlin, oh my! It’s True Blood verse somewhere toward the end of season two, minus that dumbass MaryAnn plot that went on about 11 episodes too long, plus Godric didn’t meet the sun in Dallas. Just for shiznits and giggles, I kept Gran around, too. And Bill’s man bangs. Whether or not Bill will still be Sookie’s beau is another story. This is a kjwrit birthday present so I think you can figure out how that’s going to go for our favorite wet blanket. I couldn’t very well have her calling in the waaaaaahmbulance on her 21st birthday redux, could I?
I suspect this is only going to be eight or nine chapters but I’m in the planning stages for a follow up to it called Cold Was the Ground, which is the second half of the song title by Blind Willie Johnson. If you want to hear the song, it’s on the main page for the story. So without further ado, I present the first chapter of Dark Was the Night.
Happy reading and happy birthday to my amazing wifey, whom I somehow manage to love a little more each year.