Werewolf Wednesdays, I post World Building bits, story snippets, chapter sections, and maybe an illustration or three.
Transformation Tuesday gives you a peek at different transformation scenes, art, storyboards or whatever - either as WIPs (Work in Progress) or as the final polished snippet.
Who are you?
Like werewolves, I lead a double life. During the day, I am a UX/UI Web-designer who codes CSS, and loves geeky-nerdy things. During the night, I'm a single mom who roughhouses with her kids, dreams of mountain foothills in deep forests, and fantasizes about shape shifting under the moon.
The upside is my kids love wolves too. ;) So we often howl at the moon with each other.
My plan is to get at least two books published. That would start me on the right path, generating royalty income so that I won't have to rely on a full time 9-5 job. This would give me time with other important things, like my kids! So, the money from my Patrons will go to paying for tools, supplies, and household bills. Check out the rewards tiers for more on what's in store!
ProjectsI have three big projects and several small ones in the works. This includes all kinds of things like novels, novel series, short stories, poetry, comics, and art. If I have the time, there might be some animation work thrown in there as well, because why not?
The Ulf'el Chronicles is my current "big project". It is a modern-period, horror-fantasy and digs up the deeper psychological horrors of being human in today's world, but from a werewolf's perspective. You'll get world building, language-crafting work, story (wip) snippets open for critique, backstories, character sheets, and more along with finished novel chapters.
Impulsively Mariska reached out a hand, wanting to ease the poor creature's suffering. The wolf's fur was soft to the touch where it wasn't caked by blood. There was also a strange sensation of numbness that ran up her hand and into her arm. Suddenly, there was an increase in the pulling force between them. To her horror, Mariska's hand faded into a smokey, mist-like stream. This process slowly and painlessly crawled up her arm. Then, where her hand once laid, the wolf's own form also began to dissolve. The two mostly insubstantial streams flowed to the center of the ritual circle and melded together into a single swirling mass of light and misty-fog. Mariska clawed at the floor for purchased with her still-intact hand in an attempt to escape. The she-wolf scrambled with what was left her broken legs in the opposite direction. But the force pulling them together was too powerful. Their feet touched. In that instant their feet and legs faded and blended together. The sensation of utter numbness was awful. Panic set in. They desperately pushed away from each other, but where ever they touched each other they merged.
- "Doves Blood: Book of Names", Chapter: The Bonding
Trinity Saga (Novel series), Dez and Gab (comic series), and various Short Stories and Poems make up the rest of it. Depending on what publication I want to try and submit my work to, and if I'm illustrating it as I go, you may get more werewolf goodies. Nom, Nom, Nom, Maul.
NOTE about the Content: These are tales of horror, terror, and uncomfortable topics likely to invoke rage. You are warned.