Monday, December 28, 2015
Once more, with the permission of Nathan and the rest of the cast here at the Vampyre Blogs, the author has a few words about what you can expect to see here in the coming year:
As the New Year draws closer, I have been thinking a great deal about my writing and in particular about "The Vampyre Blogs - I: Coming Home". As you can see just from the title I've begun making changes. I wanted to make it clear to anyone not already familiar with this blog, that this first book is the beginning of a series that will continue for some time to come. Or at least, that is my hope. Nathan and company have already assured me that they have many stories they want share both on the blog and in book form, so I feel safe to say that this series will continue to grow.
Currently, I've finally begun work on the cover of the book. I know a number of you are already familiar with this image that I made using Adobe Photoshop:
While interesting, it also shows that I did not have a completely clear idea of where the story was going to go when I began writing about Nathan and his friends. But since I've had the chance to tell so many short stories here on the blog, as well as finish a first draft of the novel, I have a much clearer vision of the kind of image I wanted for the book. Plus, a number of readers who are already familiar with my other two novels "The Bridge" and "The Ship" expressed a desire for me to continue rendering the covers myself as I have for those novels. I always work in soft pastels, but had a difficult time coming to grips with what the image should look likefor this book. I wanted it to come from the story itself, a scene that takes place which not only catches the eye but captures the imagination. Here is a sneak peak of the cover as I continue to work on it:
Rest assured there will be quite a bit more tweaking to the piece and reworking the foreground colors. But I am very pleased with how I captured the fall leaves on the ground and the family plot located in the back of Nathan's family manor. As for the doll... well that would be telling at this point, but rest assured its presence is a foreshadowing of things to come in the story. However, I will share with you that the manor is not quite as empty as Nathan has believed for the last 150 years...
Anyway, the next thing I wanted to share with you all is the fact that my name will not be the only one appearing on the book cover. For some time my wife Helen has been my biggest supporter and helper in more ways than one. Not only have I used her for a sounding board, but she has also played a critical role in the scientific aspects of the Para-Earth Series (which this book and blog are part of). It has been through her vast knowledge of science and fiction that I've been able create Nathan's condition, as well as coming up with visions of what some of the other Para-Earths are like: the kind of life forms that evolved for instance and why it happened.
But most important of all, she created a character who you've met on this blog before. Professor Otto Hofstadter,was a character she literally dreamed up one night, long before I settled on the idea of doing a vampyre piece. In the dream, one of the main characters from "The Bridge", Police Sergeant Veronica Ross, encountered him at a crime scene crouching over a dead body. Of course in the dream Veronica had no idea that this strange little man who appeared to be in his 50's had nothing to do with the victim's death. So it was only natural that she drew her weapon and told Otto to freeze and put his hands in the air. She was totally unprepared for Otto to put a finger to the side of his nose and do a back-flip out of the window behind him and nail the landing two stories below. Furthermore, she certainly wasn't expecting this strange older man to race across the lawn, jumping over objects and the fence like an Olympic athlete and disappear into the night.
As for Helen, she only had one name for the fellow when she woke up "The Professor". Since then she's fleshed Otto's history and personality out quite a bit, and he plays a pivotal role in the upcoming novel itself. So it is only right, in my opinion, that her name will appear alongside mine on the cover of the book and all those that follow in "The Vampyre Blogs" saga of my Para-Earth Series.
We have plans for Otto in stories of his own as well and will be partnering him with two of the supporting characters from my second novel "The Ship". I'm hoping to have Otto share a couple of his own stories here on the blog as well, so keep an eye out for them because he has a number of good stories (and sometimes, embarrassing ones) about Nathan. I hope you'll find him as fascinating and amusing as I have.
So now you know what to expect in the coming year and those that will follow. As I've said before, Nathan and company, have many adventures to share with us all and I for one am looking forward to them.
I do not know if I'll have time to post another entry here before New Year's Eve, but in case I don't I wish to leave you all with this image...
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Tonight we got our Christmas tree. Some of you may may think we'd left it a bit late, but since I'm a December baby, my parents got into the habit of waiting until after my birthday to put up any Christmas decorations. One of my mother's sisters was also a December baby who often complain about how her birthday got overshadowed by Christmas, so my parents go out of their way to make sure that did not happen with me. Especially not this year when I turned sixteen.
But that had been over a week ago and I was more than ready for Christmas now. In fact, I'm thinking of telling my parents next year that we should get our tree the day after Thanksgiving. We could just decorate it for my birthday and then redo it again for Christmas.
You see I love the smell of pine trees and forests. Especially in wintertime and at night. Which is why going out to get our tree was so much fun this time. As soon as dinner was over, Dad told us to get our coats and pile into the Suburban. "It's tree time!" he smiled.
"More like about time," Mom muttered under her breath, while getting her coat on in record time.
Soon we were driving down a snowy lane with snow covered trees on either side of us. There was no one else on the road, so it felt kind of spooky in some ways. I swear, there's nothing like being surrounded by huge trees at night to make you feel really small. Yet it was beautiful at the same time.
After a while Mom said, "Where are going? There aren't any tree lots out this way."
"We're getting our tree the old fashion way, straight out of the best supplier known to man. The forest itself," Dad smiled.
"We're going to chop one down?" I cried in dismay.
"No, Sweetie, we're going to dig one up," Dad corrected me. "Remember, cut trees don't last very long around Uncle Nate."
Immediately, my mood skyrocketed even higher. "He's coming this year?"
"Dear, you weren't supposed to say anything," Mom scolded.
"She was going to find out anyway," he told her, "See, that's him up ahead waiting for us."
I practically climbed into the front seat with them to get a better look. Sure enough, in a clearing up ahead stood Nathan wearing a an old fashion burgundy frock coat, with a black cape over it. While on top of his blonde hear, he had a black beaver hat angled every so slightly to give him a dashing look.
By now my little brother Geoffrey, who had been sleeping the whole time woke up and started yelling, "Unca Nate... Unca Nate..." at the top of his little lungs. If you haven't guessed, he adores our godfather.
Luckily we were able to park quickly and got him out of the car. Since I was right next to him, I 'fun' of getting him out of his car-seat. Let me tell you, trying to deal with an overexcited two-year old who won't stop squirming is an experience I won't soon forget. Nor will my stomach where he kept kicking me without realizing it, because he wanted to get to Nathan so badly.
Thank goodness Nathan saw my plight and took Geoffrey from me. Immediately, my baby brother calmed down and started babbling at him in a mix of words and childish gibberish. Mom and Dad looked on with amusement while Nathan hung on my brother's every 'word' until he was finished.
"Well you certainly have had an interesting day," Nathan told him, "I look forward to having more of these talks with you over the coming days. But for now, we need to find a good tree and we have lots to choose from."
Looking around I saw he was right. We did have a lot of choices, but there was one slight problem. "Kind of big aren't they?" my Mom remarked, taking Geoffrey from him.
Nathan turned to my dad the two began muttering to one another. I managed to catch a few snippets like: "I thought you said she'd be okay with punching a holes into the ceiling and possibly the roof..." and "....we'd have had to cut through some of the crossbeams and..."
I noticed Mom rolling her eyes several times before they finally finished.
Clapping his gloved hands Dad said, "Nathan says there's some really nice trees over on the north slope just a few hundred yards from here. I just need to get the sled and pot out from the back of the car."
"Did you remember the shovels?" Mom asked, and he froze.
Immediately my father froze and winced. "Oops."
"Dad!" I cried but Nathan intervened saying, "Don't worry, I've got it covered. Just follow me." and with that he started heading off towards the north slope.
Naturally I raced to join him. Soon the whole family was following close behind as we slowly made our way through the snowy woods.
At one point we spotted some deer nearby, who did not seem to mind our presence at all. They stared at us for a while, until they were sure we didn't have anything to offer them and then moved on. Soon we emerged from the forest and into what was undoubtedly the north slope.
All around us stood pines ranging from four feet to heaven knows, all covered in snow. It was a beautiful sight. I almost felt guilty for our intruding on such a festive scene. But, we were here on a mission and I knew weren't going to leave until we located and secured our quarry.
After a few minutes, of knocking snow off a few of the six foot trees, my parents found one they liked. I had to agree, that their choice was a good one. It had a lovely shape and would fit nicely in the living room. But first we had to get it out of the ground.
Turning to Nathan I said, "So how do you plan to get this puppy out of the ground without shovels?"
Smiling he said, "Funny you should mention the word 'puppy'." With that he took a few steps away from me and knelt down in the snow, covering himself entirely with the black cloak. For several seconds nothing happened. Then there was movement under the ebony cloth and soon two large black dogs emerged from underneath the cape which fell to the ground and became flat.
"PUPPIES!" my little brother cried excitedly. He loves dogs, but can't play with them because he's very allergic to their fur. A part of me quickly surmised that this would not be a problem with these two beasts. As if to prove my point, they went over to where my mother was holding Geoffrey, and allowed him to pet them.
Then the pair trotted over to where the tree we'd chosen stood and began digging in a circle. Snow went flying in all directions, making the rest of us take a few steps back to keep out of range. But soon, the dark soil began to replace the white stuff letting us know the real work had begun. Out of curiosity I bent down and picked up a piece of the thrown soil and found it was still quite solid and frozen.
I shook my head in wonder and marveled at the power of my godfather once more. I've long known of his shape-shifting talents, but sometimes forget just how much strength he is capable of demonstrating.
Within minutes the tree wobbles and tilts to one side, as the two dogs emerge from behind it and slip back under the black coat from which they'd emerged. As my father brings the sled with the big pot on it near the tree, I watch the shapes moving beneath the cape and breathe a sigh of relief when I see hands appear and Nathan stands up. As he readjusted his hat, I could see that there's not a speck of anywhere on his hands or face. He truly is a wonder to behold sometimes.
Anyway, he and Dad managed to lift the tree with its large ball of dirt and roots, into the big pot... or rather tub on the sleigh and quickly made sure it was a good fit. Then we headed back to the cars and stood it upright in the back of the pickup, Nathan had brought. In a few weeks, we'll bring it back and replant it, just as Nathan has shown us so it can continue its life among its siblings.
Two hours later, we had the tree back at home and fully decorated. Dad has just lit the log in the fireplace, while Nathan is resting on the sofa with a blanket over his legs. Or rather where his legs would be. On the floor nearby, Geoffrey is playing with a couple of smaller versions of the black dogs who dug our Christmas tree out of the ground.
Poor Nathan, he's going to be legless for a good hour or more, meaning he'll be stuck on the sofa. I'm going to join him after I finish this post. He's going to be staying with us all throughout the holidays this year. Normally he heads to Connecticut to visit another part of his 'extended' family to spend Christmas Eve, but they are celebrating elsewhere this year which means he's all mine... or rather ours this time.
Glancing over at the archway that leads to the kitchen I can see my mom and dad enjoying a good long kiss under the mistletoe. I love seeing them like that. It really makes the season all the more right to me.
Love, family and friends, those are the greatest gifts to have at this time of year. And I'm going to go get a little of the first, right now. I've got a little bit of mistletoe of my own in my pocket and there's a very inviting spot right next to Nathan on the sofa.
This is going to be very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year indeed....
****So ends this year's holiday installment of The Vampyre Blogs - Private Edition. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. May all your hopes and wishes come true during this festive season. And may each and everyone one of you enjoy some of the magic of this season.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Now, the sight of a roasted turkey, with no head, getting up and shaking a fist was weird enough. But watching it grab one of the nearby carving knives and taking a dueler's stance took it to a whole new level of silliness.
Even before Uncle Nathan reached for the other carving knife, the rest of us automatically took several steps backwards, away from the table. We all knew what was coming and didn't feel like getting caught in the middle of what was undoubtedly going to be a memorable battle. Man and roast bird saluted each other with their weapons, followed by each taking a dueling stance.
"I knew I should've left you in the oven for another ten minutes, you over-sized chicken," Uncle Nathan grunted, while parrying an attack.
The turkey, unable to speak, merely flipped him the bird in return. Then it retreated across the table and waved its backside at him.
Looking properly offended, Uncle Nathan muttered, "Oooo... I'm going cram an onion the size of a bowling ball in you for that."
Our intended dinner responded by making the 'Bring it,' gesture.
Leaping up onto the table Uncle Nathan rushed towards his opponent across the length of the table and their carving knives clashed once again.
For the next minute, man and dinner, battled across the table in a remarkably silly yet athletic duel, while managing to avoid knocking over candelabras or glasses, or even stepping on a plate or utensil.
I glanced over at Dr. Jack and my father who were both shaking there heads and trying to suppress smiles, as their wives gave each other resigned sighs. Meanwhile Joe and Darlene, who hang out with me at school, are both enjoying the spectacle as much as I am.
Finally, my mother steps forward and puts her hands on her hips. Then she yells, "No feet on the dinner table!"
Both bird and man freeze in mid-fight. The two of them stare at her for a moment and then take very guilty stances and point at each other. "He started it," Uncle Nathan murmured, while his opponent took advantage of the moment to slap the knife out of his hand.
Immediately, our host, did a double-back flip off the table and retreatede behind the nearby harp. His opponent beat its breast in triumph and leapt after him, waving its weapon angrily. Now began a game of cat and mouse, with Uncle Nathan using the harp as a shield. At first the roast bird, tried chasing him around the harp, then it tried to stab at him through the strings, which proved to be a mistake.
Uncle Nathan kicked the weapon out of its grip and then pushed the harp down on top of the bird. The strings of the harp sliced through the bird, leaving it carved in pieces on the floor.
Straightening up, Uncle Nathan looked at his handiwork and shook his head. "Wow, the guy at the butcher shop told this bird might be a little tough, and he wasn't kidding. Okay, who wanted white meat?" he asked turning towards us.
Naturally no one spoke. We all just glared at him.
"Oh come on, how many times do you get to have dinner and a show?" he insisted.
At this point I saw the green mist slipping out from the remains of our 'dinner' and into the cuffs of his pants and knew what was really going on. Stepping over to where the harp lay I took a close look at the 'remains' and saw the that the bird had actually been made of foam, covered in latex and painted to look like a roast turkey skin.
"You didn't get a turkey did you?" I said pointedly.
Uncle Nathan bowed his head and said, "They were all sold out by the time I got back this morning."
"This morning?" I cried in disbelief. "Where were you?"
"I was out of town, sort of..." he began, when a loud boisterous voice, with a thick German accent, rang out from the area of the kitchen saying, "Happy Thanks-Pizza everyone!"
A moment later, a short stocky man with a greying beard and moustache appeared pushing a cart with the biggest pizza I'd ever seen on it. He was wearing a chef's hat and moving around so quickly, it took me a moment to recognize him. His name was Professor Otto Hofstadter, and he was one of Uncle Nathan's closest and oldest friends. They'd known each other for years, according to Uncle Nathan, but there was always something about the way he said it that had made me wonder if there was more that he was not telling me. But now was not the time to ask questions. Dinner had arrived and everyone was starving.
My mother shook her head as we all sat down around the table and said, "Well, it might not be a traditional Thanksgiving dinner with turkey, but at least we'll all be eating well."
"On the contrary, my dear," the professor corrected as he and Uncle Nathan started serving huge pizza slices. "I made sure that we used turkey sausage as part of the toppings."
"Oh well, that makes all the difference," said Dr. Jack as he helped pass the food around to those farthest from the pie.
A part of me wanted to ask where they'd gotten an oven big enough to cook a pizza this size, but I decided not to. I was more interested in knowing where Uncle Nathan had been and what had kept him away all this time. The fact that Professor Hofstadter was with us, told me that an adventure had taken place in one of those strange places Uncle Nathan has always hinted at, but has never fully explained to me.
I decided there and then that I was going to keep a close eye on those two and maybe follow them if possible and see what they got up to when the next opportunity presented itself.
*This concludes this year's Thanksgiving tale. I hope you all found it amusing and entertaining. May all of you have a Happy Thanksgiving and may all your travels be safe and enjoyable -- Allan Krummenacker*
Saturday, November 21, 2015
I think everyone has memories of certain holiday gatherings that they'll never forget. Usually it's because something really special or very unfortunate happened. But how many of us can say they'll never forget a certain Thanksgiving dinner because the host wound up fighting a duel with the intended dinner?
Well that's what happened this year and I don't think I'll even need to watch the video I took of it, to help me remember. However, I will be saving it to show any children or grandchildren I have down the road, so they can see what craziness can ensue when you let Uncle Nathan try to prepare a holiday dinner.
It all started about a week ago, right after Mom gave birth to my new baby brother Geoffrey. I was on hand for the event, while Dad and Uncle Nathan stayed in the Waiting Room. Mom had given strict instructions that neither of them were allowed to be on hand to watch. In fact part of my job was to make sure they didn't come in.
I asked Doctor Jack about it later and all he did was smirk and mumble something about a Dr. Quackenbush and associate, who had been on hand to help keep the patient relaxed. The name sounded familiar to me so I Googled it afterwards on my laptop and found it was one of Groucho Marx's personas from a movie called "A Day At the Races". Apparently, he'd played a veterinarian who also treated a rich woman as one of his patients. Having seen Uncle Nathan's Groucho impression I could only imagine what kind of nonsense he and Dad must've gotten up to inside the delivery room that day until Mom ordered the two of them out.
Anyway, right after Geoffrey arrived, Uncle Nathan offered to host Thanksgiving over at The Crypt. "Between late night feedings and changing diapers I don't think any of you are going to be up to shopping and prepping a big meal," he pointed out.
Needless to say, none of us disagreed with him. He even invited Dr. Jack and his family to join the festivities, which my favorite physician readily agreed to. We didn't see or hear from Uncle Nathan again for the rest of the week, which made my parents wonder if dinner was still on. Then last night he phoned to let us know he'd been called away to help his old friend, Professor Otto Hofstadter, with a little 'problem' which they'd successfully resolved, and that we were still expected the next day at 5:00 PM.
Needless to say we left the house today and headed downtown. Once we reached the building that housed The Crypt, we headed down the side alley where the stairs leading down to The Crypt awaited. Dr. Jack and his family were just heading down the steps when we showed up and after the usual Thanksgiving greetings were exchanged, we all carefully made our way down the steps. The door at the bottom was unlocked so we let ourselves in only to have our breaths taken away.
As usual, Uncle Nathan had really gone all out with decorating the place. There was a huge table that could seat a couple of dozen people just on one side, in the center of the main room. It was all decked out with candles, plates,fancy napkins, the works. There was also a very expensive looking harp nearby, which meant we would probably be treated to some fine music afterwards. As we all gazed around in wonder, I couldn't believe he'd gone to so much trouble just for us, but I was glad at the same time. "This was going to be one of the most memorable Thanksgiving dinners ever," I breathed aloud, while everyone nodded in agreement.
Uncle Nathan appeared a moment later, wearing a white apron and a big chef's hat. After greeting each of us, he got everyone settled in and disappeared back to the kitchen area. We were all excited and eager to see what he had prepared for us. A moment later, he came back out carrying a huge glimmering silver platter. Naturally it had a very shiny lid which was rather tall, leaving us all wondering how big a turkey he had gotten for the occasion. However, knowing his sense of humor, I I half expected it to be a very small bird no bigger than a pigeon, But much to my surprise and delight, when the cover was removed, there was indeed a very large bird on the platter.
After running back into the kitchen and returning with more dishes, he removed his hat and apron, and proceeded to brandish a very large fork, which he deftly sank into the turkey. Only to have the bird jump up, remove the fork from itself and then waved an angry fist at him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Every writer, dreams about the moment your latest work is about to be unleashed. You've worked long and hard for it and the day has finally come. You've shed blood (preferably not someone else's), sweat (and boy didn't you look hot at that moment), and more than a few tears (I'm not even going to try and make a joke on this one, I know damn well I've shed more than few in frustration, or because I wrote a section that moved me enough to shed them). So you're all set and ready for your book's release, but in the back of your mind you have to keep asking "Is my work truly ready to be released?"
In my case the answer was a resounding "NOT EVEN CLOSE!"
So, as a result of this fact, I've decided not to release "The Vampyre Blogs - Coming Home" until September/October of next year.
How and why did this happen? The answer is simple. In spite of my best efforts I could not give my project the full attention and care it needs to be ready. For those who don't already know, I am currently attending university over in Monterey, California. I've been studying Business Administration, with a focus on Marketing as my goal. However, there have been ever increasing demands by my classes which makes giving any attention to my writing, almost impossible at this point and time. In fact, I'm only third of the way through the 2nd draft of the book.
Furthermore, I still have to have that draft edited and cleaned up before I can try to locate beta-readers to give me feedback. Originally, I had hoped to have the book already in their hands at this point, but it didn't happen. And I';m certainly not going to ask people to sign up at this point, not with the holidays coming hard and fast on us all. Most folks will have family gatherings to plan for, travel itineraries to arrange and a host of cooking and decorating jobs to do.
Finally, there's still one last thing I like to do before declaring a book ready to be released and that is to read it aloud with someone who is a good listener and can hear where there might be an issue with the writing. This takes a long time to do in my case, because I do it via Skype with my editor. Even after she's gone over the drafts I've sent and everything looks right, she and I like to read it out loud to each other to make sure everything it reads correctly if someone was doing an audio recording of the work.
An idea that sounded great in my head, or a turn of phrase that both of us thought was really cool, may not come across the same way as planned, which is why we do this. I know a lot of authors read their works out loud and although it takes time it is TOTALLY worth it.
Why am I so picky about this? Simple, I released my first novel "The Bridge" too quickly (and had to do subsequent re-releases after a number of errors were discovered). It was an amateur mistake to make, and even though I was forgiven for it (because, I WAS an amateur at the time) I felt I let myself and lot of others down. So I made it my policy to not release a book that has not been thoroughly vetted. I want people to get their monies worth and be able to enjoy a really nice finished product.
So when do I feel is a good time to release one of my works? Three to six months after I've got it FULLY finished. In this case, I still haven't even settled on a final cover design. Plus I still haven't reached the stage where I've got a 'Proof-copy' to look over and see how the book looks in printed form.
So I came to the decision that I had to hit THE button...
Mind you, I do have plans for publishing the novelette that appeared on this blog last December. This will be the first time the story will be in book form, and I know it is ready to go. I also will be starting another winter-themed tale here on this blog as well. Without giving too much away, I can assure you all that we'll be seeing some familiar faces you've come to know and love not only from this blog but from my other books "The Bridge" and "The Ship".
My plans for having something published in December at this point is to possibly release a novelette that appeared on one of my other blogs called: "The Vampyre Blogs - Private Edition". It appeared in six installments, but has never been released as a whole book. It's a holiday piece that takes place fifteen years before the events in "The Bridge" and involves several characters from that novel, along with my vampyre Nathan. If I do release that novelette, I will make it available in ALL e-book formats: Kindle, Nook, Sony, Apple, etc. I might also do a printed version, but I'll want to see what kind of demand there is for it first.
I apologize for disappointing anyone with the delayed release, but not having the time to make sure the book is as good as it can be is crucial to me. I don't like to skimp or rush things. I want "The Vampyre Blogs - Coming Home" to be in the best shape possible so all of you can enjoy the story to its fullest.
And now I'd like to thank you all for all of your support and hope you continue to come and enjoy the stories Nathan and his 'extended family' have to share with you all. Take care and God bless.
And now I'd like to thank you all for all of your support and hope you continue to come and enjoy the stories Nathan and his 'extended family' have to share with you all. Take care and God bless.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
The kiss had taken me by surprise, but I didn't fight it. Instead I returned it with all the gusto and feeling I've always felt for her. I think it took her by surprise, because when we finally parted she had to take a moment to catch her breath.
"You never did hold back," she managed to whisper after a few seconds, but there was a smile on her face. Then it slowly faded as she looked away saying, "Paul's the same way. The two of you are so alike."
"Except he's built like Mr. America whereas I'm still on the slender side," I pointed out. Paul Novak had been on of her muscle-man back-up dancers from her Las Vegas revue. The two of them had been together for sixteen years, and as far as I knew all had been well. But the kiss that Mae had just given me, was worrisome. "Is everything okay between you two kids?" I asked.
She turned and gave me one of her trademark 'looks'. "Honey, if you think I'm a kid, you need glasses or to cut down on the drinking," she smirked, but I could see in her eyes she was troubled by something.
Ignoring the opening she'd left me for a good comeback, I went over to her and asked, "What's wrong, Baby?"
"Paul," she answered with a sigh.
"He's not stepping out on you, is he?" I asked in surprise. From what I'd seen of the big man in the past, his devotion to Mae rivaled and even possibly surpassed my own. Surely he wouldn't be cheating on her after sixteen years.
Mae quickly shook her head. "He's as devoted to me as ever, it's just..." Looking up and around at our surroundings she said, "This place is like me. Older, falling down in some areas... while he's still pretty vibrant and young by comparison..."
"And can't keep his hands off of you, right?" I finished for her with a smile.
That made her laugh and some of the old confidence came back. "You'd better believe it, Honey," she replied in her Diamond Lil persona. "Not that I'm complaining, you understand?"
Nodding I smiled and leaned up against the doorway and asked gently, "So why did you kiss me?"
"Sometimes, I just wonder why he's still so crazy about me," she confided. "I knew from the beginning there was a thirty-year difference in our ages, and that I wouldn't look the way I did at fifty forever. I see the changes, yet he's still as in love with me as ever, possibly more. Can he really be that happy with me or am I living in a dream?"
I'd seen her vulnerable side before, but it had been a long time ago. Everyone believed the tough, wise-cracking, sassy-blonde act from her movies was the real her, but I and a few others knew better. I also knew what she was really asking. Was she still beautiful enough to fire men's passion, especially with someone who had shared many intimate moments with her so long ago.
Before I could say anything she continued. "You told me about your first wife, Madeleine and how she'd been twenty years older than you when you married her."
I nodded, "She'd been married to my commanding officer and best friend, Brian Weston. I was the one who brought the news to her about his falling at Gettysburg in 1863. She and I married a couple of years later."
"And you stayed with her until she died in her early seventies," Mae continued.
"That's right," I told her. And then I added without pause, "And I ravished her almost every night up until that day."
"Even though she didn't look the same as when you married her? Didn't the lines or other changes bother you?"
I'm proud to say I shook my head with complete confidence and honesty. "She was still my Madeleine and I was as crazy about her as I was the first time I laid eyes on her when I was ten. And had she lived another twenty years I would've held, kissed and caressed her every moment I could."
"Is that what would be happening to me right now? If I had said 'yes' all those years ago, you and I..."
"Wouldn't be standing here simply talking, trust me," I assured her and stepped closer.
She held up a hand, "Easy there, Tiger. I'm spoken for..."
"I know," I replied and took her hand and stared out towards the glass doors near the concession stand. "And he's waiting for you."
A look of amazement crossed her face. "Paul's here?" she gasped, "I didn't tell him where I was going. Did he follow me?" she asked getting a little cross.
"No, he was just passing and I stopped him with a small dose of my mist," I explained. "I noticed him while I was still standing by the concession stand and you called out to me. A part of me assumed something was up, so I let a piece of myself slip outside and got him to hang around while we talked."
She studied me for a moment. "Can you tell if he's upset?"
"More like worried about you."
"I've been a little moody lately, thinking about what you and I have been discussing," she admitted.
"He loves you as much as ever," I told her. "Never doubt it. And I know you love him the same way. With love like that, age will never be an issue."
She looked at me and smiled. "I wish I could've believed you back in Roaring Twenties when you said those same words to me. But I just couldn't see you really staying with me as I got older and you stayed young."
"That's not true," I pointed out. "I do age, just at a much slower rate than most people. The truth is I physically age 1 year for every ten that passes. Remember, I was only sixteen when I joined the Union Army."
"And now you look like you're in your mid-twenties," she replied with a sigh. Then a sly grin crossed her face, "But you're still on the scrawny side. I like my men with a lot of muscle."
"I've got plenty of muscle," I protested. "Remember that night when those five guys..."
She cut me off saying, "I meant muscles that show, Honey. No offense."
"None taken," I assured her with a smile. Then I took another look around us and asked, "So were you serious about restoring this place? Or was it just an excuse to bring me here?"
"I've been thinking about it for a while actually," she admitted.
"Then let's do it," I replied and then caught the smirk on her face. Immediately I realized my faux pas and quickly added, "Restoring the theater, I mean." I could tell my face was turning red even before I spoke.
Not that it mattered, she was grinning from ear to ear saying, "Even after all these years, I can make you blush like schoolgirl. I must still have IT."
"You do, Mae," I assured her, "Now why don't you go and join Paul outside. Tell him about your plans and then call me. The three of us can get together and discuss how to get the restoration going."
"Why don't you come outside with me and talk to him now?" she asked.
"He's been on edge for a while," I told her. "Finding out you met me in an old abandoned theater, may not look right, if you know what I mean."
She nodded. "You always were a gentleman."
"Except for when you brought out the beast in me," I smiled and waggled my eyebrows.
"I certainly did," she grinned back and headed out through the lobby.
I stayed in the theater until she and Paul were gone, then I slipped out in my mist form to make sure they were doing okay. I caught up with them as they were walking through a park, where I took a little liberty and spread myself out like a host of fireflies and illuminated their way. I could tell Mae suspected it was me, but Paul remained blissfully ignorant. He simply pulled her closer and enjoyed being with the woman he loved.
I did hear from them a few days later and the three of us bought the theater and started the restoration process. We stayed close for the rest of Mae's life. After she passed, I kept in touch with Paul and watched over him, just as I knew Mae would want, until he joined her. By then I was watching over her goddaughter who was now tugging at my sleeve saying, "Uncle Nate?"
I blink and find myself back in the present. "Sorry, I was wool-gathering," I told her.
"More like you were thinking about my godmother again, weren't you?" Olivia teased.
"She was amazing," I smile wistfully and look back at the playbill. "Let's go for it. I think a few nights of burlesque and some vaudeville will be a lot of fun?"
Olivia smiles and turns to Gina, "See? I told you he'd go for it."
The Latina beauty nods and folds her arms saying, "Yeah, but what about the 'other' show you want to put on for next Halloween?"
"Whatever it is, I'm in," I tell them, without pause and quickly regret it. The two of them eye each other wickedly and pull out another poster and unfold it for me to see. Immediately I regret my hasty words. "And what part do you have in mind for me exactly?" I ask with a sinking feeling.
"The mad doctor of course," Olivia smiles.
"NO! No way! Not happening!" I protest, but it's already a lost cause. Each of them has one of my arms and are dragging me off the stage towards the dressing room for a trial make-over. I argue all the way to the dressing room, but it's too late. It turns out that Olivia can be just as persuasive as her godmother, and somewhere back in the theater I can hear Mae laughing herself silly.
Friday, October 23, 2015
I stared sadly at the rows of dilapidated chairs and torn hangings. Plaster had fallen from the once ornate ceiling, as well as the walls. There was dust everywhere and a feeling emptiness that seemed to reach inside me.
"I've heard people say they can still hear the laughter and applause when they come here," Mae told me in a wistful voice.
"I'm not one of them," I replied with a candor and bluntness that took me by surprise. "This place is as empty as a tomb... and yet not quite."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mae smile. "You didn't use to be so direct," she remarked.
"Only with you," I reply and turned to face her. "And do you know why? Because you told me that the was the way you preferred me to be. Direct and honest."
Her smile widened and for a moment I could see the girl I met in this very place all those years ago.
Taking my hand she led me out of the balcony area and back towards the stairs. As we walk, I notice the top of one of the pillars. Being so high up, it seems to have avoided accumulating too much dust and can see the gold painted scroll work. It glistens in the what little light there is coming through the down the stairs.
The sight makes me smile. To see hints of the old grandeur of the place still in tact, in spite of all the decay that surrounds us, brings a warmth to my heart. It also raises suspicion that has been growing in the back of my mind since I got Mae's phone call.
But I say nothing. I just wish to enjoy being with her again. As we both said, it had long time since we'd last spent time together. We make our way down the stairs carefully. A fall wouldn't do me much harm, but Mae would be another matter. Besides, it gave me an excuse to keep her close. Even after all this time, the smell of her was intoxicating to me. There were so many things I wanted to say and do right then, but I kept myself in check. She had brought me here for a reason and I was curious to learn what it was.
Once we reached the bottom of the steps she led me down a corridor that was as familiar to me as my own name. I'd carried her down this way one night after she'd slipped and twisted her ankle just outside the theater. It had been snowing and the sidewalks had been slippery. She was trying to get back on her feet when I arrived on the scene and scooped her up as if she weighed nothing. The gesture had impressed her. Until then she thought of me as a real sweet guy who could use a little beefing up. She started looking at me in a different light after that.
And now, over sixty years later, we were passing this way again. Surprisingly, the corridor was in better shape than I expected. There were sections of wallpaper missing and the ceiling needed some work, but there was an elegance that was still visible. As we explored, we talked about our days here and of old friends. Some of them were still among the living, while others had left this world. Yet, all of the ones who had been here, had left something of themselves.
I know this sounds contrary to what I said earlier about the place being empty, but there was something in the air.
Now we had reached the stage and were carefully making our way among the fallen curtains and forgotten ropes an pulleys, which I had worked so many times in my first few years at this theater. I still remembered how to operate each and every one of them, and what they did. I also knew how to fix them and could get them up and working again within a short time.
At that point the suspicion that had been in the back of my mind grew, but I said nothing as we continued our exploration. Soon we found ourselves in the area of the dressing rooms. Vandals had left their marks on the doors, but had done little else.
Another wave of nostalgia swept over me as we peaked into each room. One of them left the two of us breathless. It had been converted to be a prop room and there were still some items inside. Of course time and neglect, along with some hooliganism, had left their marks here. But what really moved me was the fact that one or two pieces of furniture I recognized. "That table and wardrobe, they..." I began, only to have Mae cut in.
"There were in my dressing room," she breathed in awe. "I can't believe they're still here."
"Would you like to take them home?" I asked, even though I already knew her response.
"No, they belong here. Or rather in my old dressing room," she said with her usual confidence. But then she sighed and added more quietly, "Not that anyone will ever see them."
"Not unless we buy the place and restore it to its former glory," I replied. "That is why you asked me to come here, isn't it?"
Mae didn't answer right away. She merely smiled and slipped her arms around my neck and whispered, "The thought had occurred to me. But there was another reason why I asked you to come." Then she kissed me, good and hard.
TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT TIME...
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Sorry to interrupt this current storyline, but I felt it was important to let you all know what will be happening in the next eight-nine weeks. As you all know I'm attending university classes. What I haven't shared is the fact that in addition to my studies I also have to perform 'Service Hours' for one of my classes, and that is taking up more and more of my time, along with the increased workload from my instructors. I'm spending almost 7-9 hours a week, outside of class, to work on my Pre-Calculus homework and studies alone.
Furthermore, I'm struggling with trying to get Nathan's first novel "The Vampyre Blogs - Coming Home" into shape and sent to Beta-Readers for feedback. Unfortunately, with my schedule I've still got 50,000 words of editing to do before that happens.
What does this all mean for this blog? I'm going to finish the current story with Nathan and his stroll down Memory Lane with Mae West next week. After that, instead of leaving you all high and dry without any new material, I will post snippets from the novel so you can see what's coming. I will of course be careful not to reveal too much of the story-line itself or some of the outcomes. I want to keep you all guessing and wondering where the book is going to go.
I can promise you will see other sides of Nathan, including some darker moments. But rest assured he will still be the fellow you all have come to like and be intrigued by. And as here on the blog, you will be seeing and hearing from him in his own words, but also through the eyes of others.
I hope you'll all stay with me as the day the book is released draws nearer. And if anyone is interested in being one of my Beta-Readers, please let me know in the Comments section below.
For those who do not know what a Beta-Reader is or what's expected of them I'll explain. A Beta-Reader is a person who gets an advanced copy of the novel in its current form to read. I will need you to read the entire story and provide honest feedback, as well as letting me know if you run across any spelling or grammar issues. Please note, that I will need you to finish reading the entire book and provide me with your feedback no later than the end of November. So only volunteer if you are sure you can do this. After all, I do know the holidays are almost upon us and people will have family and other things coming up. The book is 84,000 words long, which makes it about a third shorter than my two previous novels.
Thank you all for your continued support and I look forward to hearing what you have to say. Again, the fourth and final part of the "Theater" story will be up sometime this coming week, so stay tuned.
Monday, October 12, 2015
A hand touches my arm at that moment and I'm brought back to the present.
"Are you okay, Uncle Nate?" asks Olivia, studying me closely with those big blue eyes of hers.
I nod and sigh, "Yeah, just took a little trip down memory lane. I met some of my best friends in this place."
"Including, my Aunt Mae," she smiles. "You were thinking of her, weren't you?"
I give her an inscrutable look and ask, "Now what makes you think that?"
"You had a little smile on your face," she replies with a grin. "It's the same one you always get whenever you tell me stories about my godmother. God, how I miss her. She passed away when I was only seven, but I still remember how full of life and sass she always was."
"I know what you mean," I tell her and look out at the empty theater. "She's the reason this place is still standing."
"I thought you had a hand in keeping this place alive," remarks Gina who has joined us. "Don't you own the building?"
"I do, but it was your girlfriend's famous godmother who made that happen," I explain and once again my mind slips back across the years. This time it only goes back to 1970, when a phone call brought me back to this building for the first time in thirty years.
The entryway was dark and there had been a bunch of red posts plastered on the doors. The frames on the walls which usually held posters about the coming performances were empty and dark. The sight had saddened me. Overall, things didn't look too bad from out here. But when I slipped inside, that was when the truth really of how bad things had gotten really hit home.
The old concession stand was still standing, just at the bottom of a grand staircase. Both had seen better days. The shelves were empty, except for dust and cobwebs where an industrious spider had been hard at work sometime in the past. But there was no sign of the arachnid now. I stared forlornly at my surroundings, and remembered how it looked in the past. This area was always teeming with people waiting in line to purchase some goodies to enjoy once they'd reached their seats in theater. Some would make their way up the staircase, passing through the ornate archways at the top, while others would head for the doors here on the ground floor, which led to the main seating area.
In my mind I could still hear the hustle and bustle of the crowds who were eager to see my cohorts on stage, performing and delighting the audience to no end. But there were no sounds now. Just the echoes of my footsteps across the tiled floor. Yet I wasn't alone. I could sense a familiar presence nearby, watching me from above.
Turning and looking up I see a vision of beauty from my past staring down at me. Even at 77 she still made my heart skip a few beats.
A warm smile crosses her lips as she puts one hand on her hip and leans up against the railing and says, "Well, are you gonna stand down there all night or are you finally gonna come up and see me?"
Needless to say I practically fly up the stairs to. I could've actually flown, but sometimes my abilities made her a little uncomfortable. Although on this occasion she gave me a look and shook her head. "What kept ya? I half expected you to just leap up here and into my arms."
"I still might, Baby Mae," I smiled.
That made her laugh. "There's a name I haven't heard in decades," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
But I could tell she was delighted, deep down.
"I've missed you," I tell her.
"The feeling's mutual," she replies, and I can tell she means it. For one thing, she's dropped the sassy act.
Then she takes my arm and we start walking. "I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to come here. tonight," she says after a moment or two.
"The thought has crossed my mind," I admit, but I'm mostly enjoying being with her again. It had been too long.
"I wanted to show you something," she explains, and then gives me a look. "And I don't mean anything naughty."
Naturally I protested my innocence to no avail.
"Don't give me that old routine. I'm the one the one who taught it to you, remember?" she laughs.
"Like it was yesterday," I reply.
Here she became more quiet and said, "A yesterday that had a lot of months and years in front of it. And here's the proof."
She opened the doors to the upper balcony seating and carefully stepped through...
TO BE CONTINUED...