Alternate Dimensions?

Tonight I read something strange that could really get your imagination going. It was just a simple meme, but I tend to overthink about the things that spark my creative side. It went something like this:

“What if there are multiple yous living in alternate dimensions and your dreams are you viewing what your other selves are doing.” (I’m not sure who said this. I only know it’s a meme somewhere.)

That really makes you wonder sometimes.

If by some totally random chance this is true, I don’t know if I should feel sorry or be completely jealous of my other mes. Some of them live crazy, exciting lives, while others are constantly fighting to get away from the bad guys. Of course, I’d be all over the me that has the super powers and saves the human race from total destruction. Then again, I wouldn’t mind being the bad guy who takes over the world. (Just kidding!)

I suppose it’s statements like this one that really works at my imagination and drives me to write even more. I live through my characters and let them do the risky events that keep them alive and most of the time there are a lot of bad guys chasing after them. In all honestly, I don’t think I’d last a day with the other mes in my head. I’d be on the ground, in the fetal position, waiting for it all to be over with.

I think I’ll stick with writing instead!

Publishing Eternity

Well, the time has come to set out with publishing Eternity. I began the arduous task of formatting this evening. I’m not sure exactly when the release date will be, but I’m hoping for later this year.

This is the first of two books, set in the future during not-so-great times. It has a hint of science fiction and time travel, but it’s mostly a thrill-ride that will keep you hooked until the very end.

More details will come a little later. I just wanted to give the world an update.

Stay classy out there!!

Done with Edits on Eternity!

Well, I think I finally finished the final draft of Eternity. I don’t know what it is, but every time I read it, it sucks me in and it’s hard to focus on editing rather than enjoying my work. But, I cracked down on myself and went line by line in vigorous editing until I feel that it is perfect. I’ve been sending out query letters the past few weeks (that explains why I haven’t been on for a while) plus I’ve started the untitled sequel.

I’m looking forward to my science fiction, suspenseful thriller to be out to the public one day.

Nightmares

They follow you

Like bats in the night

You can’t outrun them

You can never hide

They’ll be there waiting

Always waiting

For you to fall asleep

For your mind to finally be theirs

You can fight it all you want

Force your eyes to never close

Soon you’ll give in

And they’ll be there

They’ll play with you

Showing what you never want to see

Saying what you never want to hear

Until you beg for it to stop

Pleading for it all to be over

But your mind does not listen

Your eyes do not open

They cannot hear your cries

And you’re forced to see the images

So gruesome and bizarre

Your feet try to carry you away

Try taking you from the nightmares

But they follow you

They’ll always follow you.

 

Tahnee Fritz 2015

(Happy World Poetry Day!!)

Editing Eternity

While working on my other projects, I have been polishing one of my favorites by far, Eternity. This may sound conceded since I’m the author of this, but I swear I could read it one a thousand times over and never get tired of it. It’s my own work of art and I’m so enthralled with how it’s turned out. It’s got action, adventure, romance, murder, a hint of time travel, as well as some science fiction thrown in the mix. My main character, Calvin, is my favorite, of course. She really shouldn’t be since she’s not exactly a nice person throughout most of it. But, she means well and is only following her lifelong dream of getting the world to remember her name and adore her. What twenty-something year old girl doesn’t want that?

I’ve even taken the time to revamp my query letter on this one in order to start over fresh when sending to agents and publishers. Then will come the gut-wrenching time period of reading through rejection letters until I finally get the one that tells me what I want to hear. Of course, I never get my hopes up and I’ll never stop trying.

Anyway, that’s my rant for today. Time to get back to editing!

A New Inspiration!

Well my imaginary friends paid me a visit recently and have inspired me to start yet another project. I have the tendency to start writing about a half dozen stories and work on each one whenever I get the chance. I feel pretty good about each one too.

This new one is slightly different than the normal craziness I have been known to think of. It’s less of the zombie/vampire/crazy stalker genre and more of the coming of age type for young adults. I’ve only got about 3,000 words in and my intention is to not let this one fall into the pile of unfinished ideas that are stacking up on my computer. One day, maybe they’ll all be finished, but it takes time. As they say, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Eternity

As I’m sitting here listening to my favorite band, Fall Out Boy, I find myself going through some projects I’ve been working on. I have one that’s been finished for a couple months now entitled Eternity. I recently have been reaching out to literary agents with this one and have hit a crossroads. The rejections came back and I find myself moving on to a different novel. However, I can’t simply leave this one to collect dust on my desktop.

I have been contemplating self publishing Eternity for a little while now. I’ve done so in the past with four of my books, so I’m no stranger to the concept. I’ve been playing around with different covers and fonts and exactly what to put for the description on the back of the book. It gets me exciting just thinking about putting my work out there and I have worked so hard on this one. It was a labor of love though.

Eternity is part of a two book series, taking place in the future. It actually begins in one part of the future then gradually fasts forwards through a 300 year journey during the life of main character, Calvin Montague. She is rough around the edges with a heart and mind determined to rule the world. And, after given the tool to help her do so, she takes charge and transforms her country into something terrifyingly memorable.

I think I’ll leave it at that for now since I’m not exactly positive about self publishing this one just yet. This one is much different than my zombie/vampire trilogy known as The Human Race. I’m also going to publish it under a different author name, but I’m going to leave that a secret for now.

That’s it for tonight. Happy trails world!

Pirates of Hardwood

Chapter 32

Silence flooded the ship. Pirates stood in awe, their mouths agape and curiosity in their eyes. Instead of jumping into a rage-filled battle or fighting to kill the girl who pulled the trigger, they stayed at bay.

Blood pooled around the feet of the men standing closest to her body. All life has been drained from her face in a matter of seconds when the bullet crashed into her chest. She dropped with a thud to the wooden deck and no one came to her aide. Not a single one of her crew stepped up to check on her or even see if she was still alive.

As thunder boomed in the sky, the eyes of many turned to Sam. They lowered their weapons, sheathed whatever sword they carried. Flint quickly got to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The gun fell from her fingertips. The only sound to echo amongst the ship. Sam slowly stepped backwards, her eyes wide open in fear of what just happened. She clenched her shaking hands to fists and crept backward until she bumped against the railing.

“I can’t believe she’s dead.” A raspy voice broke through the silence as a thin man knelt by Alyssa’s corpse. “The bitch is finally dead!” He shouted.

Cheers erupted from the dead captain’s crew. They jumped for joy and slapped each other on the back. Their cheers were soon joined by the rest of the pirates on the ship in a joyous outburst.

Flint limped toward Sam, his eyes were bloodshot and bruised. He got within a few feet of her before Darrick rushed to stand in his way. He didn’t have a weapon but would do whatever it took to protect her.

“You killed her.” Flint managed to say.

Sam nodded, “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to stop her from killing you.”

“Why?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” Sam replied.

Flint nodded and glanced to each face belonging to his prisoners. Sarah and Rusty held each other by the life boat. Jonah waited by the pulleys, ready to lower the small vessel to their freedom.

Flint turned back to Sam and looked between her and Darrick. He saw the caring determination in his eyes and realized he no longer wanted to be in the way.

“Take the boat and go. The lightning won’t last for long and you’ll need it to get back to where you came from.” Flint ordered, then turned away and headed back to his men.

It’s Been Awhile…

Lately I find myself working on various projects at the same time. I believe that’s a big reason why I haven’t posted much lately. My mind is wrapped around all of my other ideas that I haven’t been able to find the time to actually sit down and write a post. So, here it is.

I’ve finished a novel, 117,000 words long, titled Eternity. This is the first one of two books and I’m currently working on the second on. It’s untitled as of right now, but it’ll come to me. With this one, I’ve chosen to set aside my self publishing ambitions for a moment and focus on finding an agent that will land me the great pleasure of accepting my work. Naturally, I’ve gotten a few rejections back, with one of them being more positive than negative.

It’s a tough road to pour your heart out into something you can’t imagine not doing and risking everything on the off chance at making it big. Of course, I have no intention of letting the rejections or the negativity get me down or ruin my life and whatnot. I’ve come to terms with using those rejections and forcing myself to try harder. Even if it takes longer than I anticipated, I don’t plan on stopping until I find my needle in the haystack and land an agent. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be seeing my book being transformed into a movie and my name will be on the big screen.

For now, I’m happy to sit back, let my fingers bring my imagination to life, and never give up.

Pirates of Hardwood

Chapter 31

Sam ran for Darrick. Her heart raced as she listened to the thunder clapping overhead. It grew loud right along with the shouting coming from the pirates.

She ducked out of sight of the men surrounding Flint and Alissa. Darrick had been thrown to the floor and was slowly pushing himself to his feet when Sam rushed to his side. She reached for his arm and helped him stand. Instead of wasting time by asking how each other was, they moved away from the crowd.

Jonah was waiting for them by the door leading to the captain’s quarters. He seemed frantic and in a hurry, desperately trying to pry open the door to release the others. The knife in his hand was weak and the metal was bending as he used it to pry the door open. It took a few tries, but the latch eventually gave way and the door swung open.

“C’mon we gotta go!” Jonah shouted to the two prisoners hiding inside.

Rusty grabbed Sarah’s hand and ran with her to the doorway. With tears in her eyes, Sarah braced herself for the fighting on deck. She stayed close to her man and glanced to Sam, making sure her best friend was okay.

Lighting flashed brightly through the sky and Jonah said to the others, “We don’t have much time. We need to find a boat and get the hell off this ship.”

Metal clanked from the sword fighting pirates across deck. Many of them were too busy watching their captains battle to the death to pay attention to the escaping prisoners. They shouted and cheered after each time the swords banged together.

They kept their feet light as they raced across the deck toward a lifeboat attached to the starboard side of the ship. Jonah knew exactly what to do and got to work getting the ropes untied and the boat ready to be lowered. He urged the others to climb inside while he and Rusty worked with the pulleys.

Flint shouted in pain and Sam looked over her shoulder. He had fallen to the floor with blood gushing from a wound on his shoulder. Alissa’s blade had sliced him clear to the bone and she stood over him with a happy rage on her face.

“Sam,” Darrick called to get her attention, “We have to go.”

She nodded, but felt something holding her back. An unknown force kept her in place, unable to leave the man to die so she and her friends could get away.

She stepped away from the lifeboat and found a dead pirate on the floor a few feet away. A gun was stuck in his grip and she snatched up, then stepped toward the group of pirates. She raised the weapon and took aim, letting the sharp blast fill her ears and end the cheering from the men.