She’s Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Yes, I *FINALLY* got more of Witchfire’s story written.  Like last week, it’s a little less than I wanted, but I have a deadline to meet with DBC, and I’m also out of gas physically and creatively.

This week we did get a little smut as Ms. Americana gets in a catfight with her doppelganger from Sully’s (Comixfana’s) Earth.  Special guest appearance by Deanna Troi’s character Nancy Peye as we advance the plot and try to coordinate stories a little more.

Witchfire, Pt 10 – Training Day 2

Upcoming Stuff

Those of you following the blog got the email about my last post with details of my planned first serious novel.  If you’re wondering where it went, my “Cassandra Sense” was SCREAMING “take it down”.

My intuition is VERY good at sensing bad events, and it rarely screams that loud, so I took it down to prevent possible plot theft.  Suffice it to say I have a story about a young woman who finds out her mother is an Olympian and gets caught in the middle of an ancient prophecy and a plot by Hades to overthrow Zeus.

Other non-erotica fiction I have in mind is:

A story focused on the end of Lemuria

A story set in Ancient Egypt centered around a royal couple’s life.  This is set in the far ancient past, before Egypt was even to the point of the Old Kingdom and it was united into upper and lower kingdoms.  Lots of Paranormal stuff, and the main villain group will be rogue elements of the Temple of Thoth.  I could probably break this into a trilogy if I tried…

An “autobiography” of Cassandra from Greek mythology.

The story of a French noble family’s master at arms who gets exiled after a favored daughter is killed as a result of her own recklessness.  He goes on to find shelter with the Knights Templar, helping a handful of them escape with the Holy Grail from the infamous Friday the 13th massacre

My First VSS – Juggernaut vs Power Girl

Juggernaut stomped down the street, splintering the asphalt with each step of his massive feet.  The giant sack of money from the bank robbery clenched in his fist.  NYPD cars and officers were batted aside like children’s dolls as he plodded along.  One brave, or perhaps foolhardy officer stood his ground in the middle of the street, emptying his service weapon at Juggernaut.  The bullets only ricocheted off of the massive supervillain.

Juggernaut snarled and grabbed the officer by the shirt.  “What are yah, stupid or something?” he growled.  “Maybe I need ta make an example out of you fer the rest of these clowns!”  So saying, he flung the officer with all his might, sending him flying off into the distance.

A moment later, the officer returned, carried in the arms of Power Girl.  Supergirl’s buxom adult version from Earth 2 put the officer down, then turned and scowled at Juggernaut.

“That’s about enough out of you.” Power Girl snarled defiantly.

Juggernaut laughed mockingly.  “Don’t you know who I am?” he challenged.  “I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!!”  Juggernaut charged at Power Girl in a full on run, his fist cocked back to strike.

Power Girl smirked as he charged.  “Hi, Juggernaut Bitch.” She replied as she punched him in the face.

The force of the blow knocked him backwards through 15 buildings before his unconscious form came to a stop on a pier along the East River.  Power Girl tossed the bag of stolen money she’d snatched away from Juggernaut as she hit him, to a nearby SWAT officer.  “He went that way,” she said, pointing before flying off still smirking.

 

That one done in honor of Superhero Saturday on Twitter.  It’s a scene I’ve been wanting to use ever since I saw X-Men 3, LOL.

Second Site Going Up

Well, technically it IS up.

https://talkingspirituality.home.blog/

That’s going to be my home for discussing all things spiritual.  I’m avoiding that topic here to keep each blog more relevant to it’s specific audience.  Right now there’s just a welcome / statement of intent post up.  That will quickly change however.

Witchfire Pt 9 Sneak Peek

After being distracted with drama and trying to reorganize the story, I’m back writing away at my Witchfire erotica.  After my realizations, I’m trying to up the excitement a bit more in terms of the main plot.  One of the things I’m going to do is expose the readers more to the villains behind the scenes.

With that in mind, here’s a sneak peek at a bit of Witchfire Part 9:

 

Meanwhile, at the mysterious villain organization’s headquarters.

“You heard me correctly, Senator,” the leader said, staring at the row of monitors before him.  “The Aberration went through the She-Legion like a knife through butter, but the witch somehow took him out single-handedly.”

“How the fuck did that happen?!?” one of the shadowy figures on the monitors demanded.

“Somehow she knew his weakness, and exploited it fully,” the leader replied.

“God damned it Cromwell,” a female voice with a slight Latina accent snapped.  “You assured us you have Delta City under control.”  “If the public finds out what the Institute is up to in Delta City, it will be all our asses in a sling, starting with yours.”

“There’s no need to be dramatic, Senator,” Cromwell replied.  “The Aberration test proved that the She-Legion is still useless and clueless, even with the witch’s intervention.”  “We also learned she’s a threat we need to take more seriously but she should be easy to continue to keep isolated.”

“Can you guarantee that the Aberration won’t be traced back to the Institute in any way?” another male voice demanded.

“Absolutely, Mister Secretary,” Cromwell replied confidently.  “If anybody has the skills to properly analyze his DNA, all they will see is Professor Pervo’s handiwork in genetic engineering.”

“I still don’t like it,” another male voice.  “Axis Industries should be taking the lead on Project Dominance.”

“Kiss my ass, Yuri,” Cromwell growled.  “Your second rate pharma company doesn’t have half the experience with technology or genetics as Cromwell Industries.”

“That’s enough!” the General barked.  “We’ve had this discussion before.”  “Things will remain as this council set them up until such time as the entire council decides otherwise.”  “Need I remind you what happened to General Wade when he refused to play ball?!?”

“Point made, General,” Cromwell said with a nod.  Yuri grumbled something resembling an agreement from the monitor he was on.

“Good,” The Secretary said.  “Double down on project security, and work on getting a new Aberration field ready.”  “It was the closest thing we had to a viable weapon.”

“Both are already in progress as we speak,” Cromwell replied.

“What about Bridge?” The General demanded.  “His sexual perversions are becoming a potential security risk.”

“He’s a pawn with little knowledge of our operations,” Cromwell replied bluntly.  “His electronics and telecommunications technology have been helpful, as have his financial contributions.”  “If he becomes a liability, he’ll develop health problems… fatal ones.”

(For more on Mr. Bridge, see Deanna Troi’s stories at DangerBabeCentral.com)

“With that settled, I think we can declare this meeting of the Council over,”  The Senator said.  “I have a National Security Oversight Committee meeting to attend in a half hour.”

With that, the other four members of the Institute’s governing council signed off, their monitors going dark.  Cromwell rubbed his goateed chin then straightened his suit coat, then turned to exit the control center.

“Best be careful, Max,” a woman’s voice said from near the doorway of the control center. “I think you’re starting to make the Council nervous.”  “Not healthy.”

Cromwell turned around, and flashed an arrogant smirk.  “You let me worry about the rest of the Council, Charity.”  “None of them have my intellect or vision.”

“Just don’t let those wax wings of pride carry you too close to the sun, Icarus,” Charity replied.  The leggy woman wore a professional looking knee length black dress and had her light brown hair in a low ponytail.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Cromwell replied with a chuckle so devoid of joy it could chill to the bone.  “And from my own troubleshooter no less.”

 

And that’s all you get for now…

The Joys of Being an Empath

Before I start, we need to establish definitions.  Empathy is the ability to understand the emotions of others.  That means you’re still alive inside and can understand that a situation would make a person sad, angry, etc…  You’re aware that there are reasons for a person’s mood or actions and care about it.  Being an empath, on the other hand, means that you can literally pick up and FEEL the emotions of other people.

Spiritual gifts are something I rarely discuss.  When I do, it’s only in the most general of terms.  Why?  Society has been rejecting them since time immemorial.  If you DO talk about them, you’re crazy, or some sort of devil worshiper.  I had my own father try to have me committed when I was about 20 when he found a letter to a friend discussing empathy and that I was seeing alot of odd shadows out of the corner of my eye at the time.

So what’s driving me to open up today after such experiences?  First, I’ve been really trying to get back in touch with my spiritual side after shutting it down for years.  There’s also a slowly growing acceptance of the idea of empathic ability anymore.  This article in The Atlantic for example:

https://www.theatlantic.com/family/archive/2019/01/affective-presence-how-you-make-other-people-feel/579643/

It explores the researched idea that some people seem to project emotions.  There are also writers like Dr Judith Orloff, a UCLA Psychiatrist that has been writing on Empathy for decades.  Other writers are following suite.

The other half of it is that Twitter is driving me crazy with it’s steady stream of toxic bullshit.  Yes, I’m in a mood tonight.  Yes, when somebody puts something as strong as blind hate into something on the internet, that hate becomes tangible to somebody like me.  It creeps into our system and poisons our own mood.  Imagine literally absorbing and feeling the hate of every single “the other side needs to go die in a fire” tweet you see.  It’s a miserable experience.  It makes you feel like THIS:

So when I say in my “Be the Light” post that people addicted to outrage are making the world a darker place, I’m speaking as a person who is very familiar with emotional energy and energetic vibration.  Hate, no matter how righteous you THINK it is, lowers the vibration of the spiritual energy in the people and areas exposed to it.

How strong an empath am I personally?  When I lived in Georgia, I had a friend that lived in Perth Australia.  I could tell when she was having a bad day  or was sick and knew before I even hopped online to talk to her.  Literally half a world away.

I’m personally beginning to think Twitter is a lost cause also.  It’s a cesspool of negative emotional energy.  For emapths, everything in life comes down to “Am I getting more positive energy out of this than negative BS?”  It’s a survival technique since we can only filter or shield out so much.

Maybe I’ll go into this further in a separate blog if there’s any interest.  Tonight I just needed to rant.

 

Witchfire Biography Posted

I’ve read a few books and websites on writing (odd how most of said books are written by people who never had a best seller) that have the advice to make a biography for at least the protagonist.  It’s supposed to help you keep their motivations and history straight, etc…

This is something  that I’ve done since the mid 80s when I was creating my own comic book characters.  I’ve done numerous ones now, and I believe I’m pretty darn good at it too.

So, for those who want a look at how I put together a character, I give you:

Witchfire Character Bio

I’ll let you judge for yourself, hopefully keeping in mind also that this is a character for a story line that’s one part complete smut and one part superhero drama.

 

Witchfire’s next chapter should be done in a few days also.  I’ve had ALOT going on in the ‘real’ world that’s kept me from writing.  That on top of the writer’s block I mentioned in my last post.

A Witchy Realization or Two…

I’ve been mulling over a growing uneasiness with my Witchfire story line.  It has been an uneasiness strong enough to give me writer’s block.  Tonight, I think I finally figured out what it was.

Witchfire’s stories are set in a universe created as part of a superheroine peril site; DangerBabeCentral.com.  It’s fairly tame as superheroine exploitation sites go, but I still hated the way the characters were violated repeatedly, portrayed as air-headed at times, and just accepted getting violated as a hazard of being a superhero.

Witchfire was my attempt to drop a new character into that mess like another friend, Comixfana had done previously, and create a more tolerable yet hopefully still sexy version of that world.

Early on… Like 3 paragraphs into chapter 1, I realized she was coming off as the world’s bitchiest Mary Sue though.  So instead I dialed her down, tried to make her more human, and instead ended up with her being just another victim instead.

I also subconsciously fell into a pattern of projecting my own self doubts into her.  She was younger and couldn’t get anybody to listen to her, so the story arc got stuck in a repeating loop and I had to bring in another character to do what she SHOULD have done.

Those of you who don’t know Comixfana’s character are getting introduced to him this upcoming chapter.  Part of Sully’s lessons are going to be “you could have done this yourself if you didn’t let them make you doubt yourself”.

Moving forward, my answer will be bringing the She-Legion up to Witchfire’s level instead of “dumbing” her down to the level of DBC stories.  That will require upping the bad guys’ game a little too, but that will only make the stories more exciting going forward.

I hope this makes the stories more enjoyable for everyone, and will MAYBE set a better example for those reading the DBC fan fiction page.

 

As a side note, constructive comments on this or anything I write are ALWAYS welcome.  Anything where that might not be the case will have comments turned off.  You can disagree with me freely, just do so in a polite manner.  If you do that, I will NOT block you, drop you from my followed blogs list, etc…  Polite disagreement and discussion is how we learn and grow.  I am still capable of being friends with somebody and disagreeing with them on some things also.

Needless to say, positive feedback is also extremely welcome, LOL