Friday, January 30, 2015
Uncle Nathan is the coolest guy ever!
Back when we'd been in Europe he'd promised to take me to some places that had vintage clothing and today he did just that. It was a raining today so we didn't have to worry about the sun bothering him as we drove around. At the first place we stopped I found this really nice-looking old bustle skirt in black that fit just perfect. Unfortunately, it was a little out of my price range, but not Nathan's. He bought if for me.
"It looked perfect on you," he explained. "And I would know, I spent a lot of time looking at women from the front, from behind, all around in fact."
I gently slugged him on the arm for that one and called him a pervert to which he replied, "Excuse me, I did work in theater for a coupled of decades doing a lot of different jobs, including helping with people's outfits. I had to make sure they looked right before they went on stage."
"Sure, you did," I teased back.
"Right, that does it," he announced and took me to a theater that was running a burlesque show.
Now before anyone freaks out, the show wasn't going to be on until later. So the only people there were a couple of the girls who were rehearsing and the troupe's leader, a woman named Olivia. Much to my surprise when she spotted Nathan her face lit up and she came running over to give him a big hug crying, "Uncle Nate! Oh, how I've missed you. Hey, everyone Nate's here!"
I swear one of these days I'm going to find out exactly how many people are part of his 'extended family' besides mine. Back in Europe there were quite a few, but now I'm beginning to think that the the actual numbers are much larger.
In this case it made sense. Apparently a number of friends and cousins were in charge of this burlesque troupe. I don't think all of them know his real secret as a couple of the people mentioned how unusual it was to see him in the day. "You usually only come around at night when we have a show going," one mentioned.
Uncle Nate merely waggled his eyebrows and said, "Well, you have to admit the sites around here are much more interesting at night."
While everyone burst out laughing, I was given the grand tour backstage while Nathan was giving people a hand here and there with the backstage equipment and event he costumes. Apparently he was telling the truth as several of the girls asked for his opinion and help with some of their outfits. I think a few were trying to flirt, but mostly they did want his advice and help.
It was interesting to see all the inner workings of a theater backstage. I'd never been behind the scenes before, so this was a real treat for me.
Plus I got to see inside one of the dressing rooms where they kept all the clothing and make-up. One of the things they all stressed to me was although I wanted to go for an authentic look I should also keep in mind, be able to move and breathe.
"We don't just get out there and start stripping, we're dancing," one girl told me. "We do splits and a lot of other acrobatics. And some of us are wearing corsets and those can be constricting so if you're not careful you could make your life really miserable. So choose items that allow movement and fabrics that breathe and you'll be okay."
I thought this was great advice, because the theater teacher at my high school has been complimenting me on my outfits lately. She says I have an eye for style and authentic looks and has been hinting I should maybe join her class. I told her I'd think about it and now I really am. This could be a great experience for me and open up some doors down the road. I may do it since I have more time to myself these days. Marisa is still being distant, but at least now I know what's going on. Her dad is fighting cancer and she's spending as much time with him as possible in case things go bad.
I'd love to be there for her, but my parents say I should respect her wishes to be with her family more, so I'm giving her her space. I'm still going to try and be there for her as much as possible, especially at school. But I'm going to do as my parents say and giver her her space. I just hope things go well so we can start hanging together again. I really miss her.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Oh Alaska, how bewitching you are, I never tire of visiting you. Earlier this evening I visited a tavern/hotel made completely of ice. And I'm not talking about just the building itself but all the decor inside was also made of ice. The bar, the chairs, tables, even the glasses were all made of ice. The artistry that went into each and every item was exquisite. I could spend hours inside that place with my paints trying to capture the colors and beauty, to no avail. Mostly because my paints or brushes would wind up freezing. Just kidding. It's cold inside but not nearly as bad as outdoors where the wind was howling.
But as much as I was enjoying myself, I began to hear the call. It wasn't one you could hear with your ears. No this was the call of the siren of the woods, beckoning for me to come and dance with her beneath the stars. Her song was so alluring I didn't hesitate to answer.
Soon I found myself out in the wild once more. Above my old friends the stars smiled down upon me as I gazed up through frozen waterfalls. It's nights like these where I truly believe that magic does exist in the world. For all the technology and logic we're taught, the beauty nature can create on her own is beyond compare.
I almost felt like intruder in some ways. The loud crunch of my feet in the snow made my self-conscious. I began to feel like I was defacing the peace and beauty of the land.around me. Then I thought back to one of my favorite movies, "The Fellowship Of The Ring" and remembered how Legolas actually walked and ran on top of the snow without disturbing it. After a few tries I managed to lighten my step so as not to disturb the surface of the snow as I moved across it in silence.
Soon I raced across the snow laughing and jumping, leaving no trace of my passing behind. It felt exhilarating. The feel of the breeze against my cheeks was invigorating. I soon found myself wanting to ride the gentle wind and came to a halt underneath some trees. Unlike the vampires of legend when I shift my shape, my clothing does not change with me. Instead it remains behind while the rest of me takes whatever from I choose.
Tonight, I chose bats.
My hands and arms were the first to shift and break apart and free themselves of my garments. Soon my shoulders and chest followed, along with my neck and head. It's a strange experience, one that is not easy to put into words. My senses change in ways one cannot imagine. I don't mean merely the fact that I take on the keen hearing and senses of the animal form I take, especially when I become not one but many. I am keenly aware of what's going on with every single one of me that separates. I see and hear through its eyes and ears. I feel the sensation of the breeze and smell of the air as my forms spread out across the night sky. Its the same when I become a horde of rats or mice. I'm aware of each tiny foot hitting the ground, every whisker that is tickled by a piece of grass or other object. Yet I'm not overwhelmed by all the information. Instead I can take it all in and analyze it without pause or hesitation. And I can enjoy and revel in all of it. It's wondrous.
Much like the aurora that finally begins to pain the night sky above. But this time I'm seeing it from multiple angles. But even more importantly, I'm in the air and get closer than ever before. There is a magic here and tonight I got to be a part of it. As strange as my existence is, it can be a wonderful life.
Friday, January 16, 2015
I'm back in Alaska for the first time in over a decade and it feels great. Unlike a lot of people, I like the cold and snow. But even more importantly I like to be someplace where I can really unleash my powers and experience them to the fullest.
I'm not talking about attacking creatures and sucking blood mind you. I stick to my blood bags and I've got plenty of them on hand. But up here I can be up and about more often, at least for a few months of the year. The daylight hours are shorter up here, so I get to move around more and meet people. I can go places and not have to load up so much on the red stuff.
The stores are still open, people are out and about doing things like ice fishing, sledding, shopping, there's so much activity it allows me to feel like I'm not so cut off from daily life. But what I really love is the wide open spaces, especially at night.
When I first became what I am, I felt so lost at first. But it didn't last because I soon discovered the wonders of the night. Back then there weren't so many towns and cities so the night sky was more clear. There was less smoke and light pollution back then and a whole other reality was opened to me.
I can still remember the first time I emerged from the ground, having slept the daylight hours away in safety. As my face surfaced the sight that greeted me was beyond words...
I had never seen so many stars before. Then again I hadn't really had the opportunity to look up. As a child I was usually in bed long before the night sky fully took hold. And when I was a soldier, I'd been trained to keep my eyes on the ground for traps, or to watch my surroundings because you never knew where Johnny-Rebel might be lurking.
But I'm not a soldier these days. I can stare up into the night as much as I like. But unfortunately, sometimes the sky isn't as clear as back then. Which is why I come to Alaska.
You may wonder what exactly is the connection between the night sky and unleashing my powers. Well, when I say I 'unleash' my abilities, it's more a case of taking advantage of them. Oh, I've had my fun with them in other places, but here it's different. I have a different stage to work on with one of the most magical backdrops ever, the Aurora Borealis.
Imagine if you can having the ability to wander for hours on end, beneath such a wondrous sky. From dusk to dawn I can watch the most spectacular show and not have to worry about how I do it.
Some nights I'll shift my form to that of a black wolf and race across the tundra, sometimes alone other times not. On occasion I've met up with wolf packs who smelled I was more than a little different. But a gentle release of spores soon pacified their misgivings and then we're off together running and hunting as one.
It was on occasions like these where I'd allow my own hunting skills to come into play. If I saw the pack was going to lose a kill I'd unleash my own unnatural speed and bring our target to a halt so the others could join in. However it depended on what we were hunting. Females and offspring were a no-no. I'd even use my powers to lead the pack off to find food elsewhere.
But if we were up against a huge bull moose or a bison all bets were off. This may sound callous to some but one thing I've learned is nature has its cruel side. Feast or famine. Survive or die. Those packs needed food just like any other animals, and because they'd accepted me as one of their own I felt obligated to help them. Basically it was my way of saying 'Thank you for letting me be part of your, even if it was just one night.'
How many people ever got to say that?
I have many more stories and experiences to share about Alaska, but for now I'm ending this entry here. The Northern Lights are slowly appearing and I long for the wind on my face...
Friday, January 2, 2015
From the author: I hope everyone enjoyed the first, of what I hope will be many holiday tales shared around Christmastime. It was supposed to be just a quickie short-story that I would put out on Smashwords as a free download for all, but obviously it grew as I continued to write. Also, time was getting away from me due to my workload at my college.
So I wound up releasing the story in pieces here on my blog and over the course of days it continued to grow and grow. In the end I wound up with not a short-story as planned but a novelette (a story between 7,000 and 20,000 words in length). Not quite long enough to be a novella, but much larger than short-story. Also due to the time-crunch what I posted here was basically a first draft, which would explain any editing errors some of you might have noticed as you read.
However, I'm still not quite done with the story. I'm going to release it as a small novelette this coming Christmas. It will basically be the same story that you read, but there will be an epilogue added to the end as well as original pen and ink illustrations created by me. For those who don't know, I'm also an artist and have done the covers for my other novels that have already been published. I'm aiming for pen and ink in the hopes that it will be easier to upload into e-book form as well as in print. Yes, I intend to make a small paperback version for those who'd like to hold the book in their hands if at all possible. I may also try using charcoal (which would simply be black and white, along with shades of grey). Ideally, I'd use my favorite medium soft pastel, but I wouldn't be able to guarantee the quality of the colors in the printed form or on the computer. However, I will be looking into it. If anyone else out there has had some experience in color artwork in an e-book or in print, please tell us about it in the comment section below.
Now as I've told you all before, Nathan's first novel-length story will be coming out around either October or December of this year (2015). Of course, I will have a number of new blog and e-journal entries for him and the other characters to post here. I'll also be releasing another novel before then titled "The Door", which will be the third in my Para-Earth Series. It will star several of the characters you already met in my holiday novelette, (Sergeant Veronica Ross, a grown-up Julie, and Police Chief Roy Petersen). Alas Jason will not appear having joined his ancestors, but not before he passed the mantle of shaman on his niece. If you'd like to read how this all happened, you can check out "The Bridge" and its sequel "The Ship":
NOTE: Both e-books are just $1.49 each for the next two weeks. After that, the price will got back up to $2.99 a piece. You can also sample the first 30 pages of each story for free at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. Just click on the title and start reading. I'm providing the links right here:
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/allan-krummenacker
With all that said, I hope to see more and more of you here as I supply you with more short tales of Nathaniel and his friends. I plan to introduce more characters here as the year goes on, so keep reading and spread the word about this site. Happy New Year to you all, as I step aside and let Nathaniel take the stage...
Nathaniel's Private E-Journal, January 1st, 2005
I'm standing on a deck overlooking the great wide Pacific Ocean. Another year has passed but I am not alone. I am surrounded by members of my extended family located in Aptos, California. Although that's not where I am at this moment. We're standing near the famed Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk having just watched a fabulous fireworks display out on the water.
The Cloudfoots have been part of my life since 1999 when I first met Jason, the patriarch of these wonderful people. As their name implies, they are of Native American descent, specifically they are Seneca one of the five original tribes that formed the Iroquois Confederacy.
Together, Jason and I, along with Otto located his missing niece Julie who had run away from home just two days before Christmas. The moment Jason and I locked eyes, I knew there was something different about him and I was right. He was a shaman, one who knew about the Para-Earths, as Otto has named those alternate realities of this world. Jason also knew right away I'd been to one and had come back changed, but he also knew I was still a good man and our friendship formed.
He's here with me tonight enjoying the love and joy of his children and grandchildren. Jason lost his wife two years ago, for which I was very sorry. She had been a wonderful woman, warm and caring. I'd spent that New Year's Eve with him, to make sure he did not face it alone. Not that I had much reason to worry. Julie and her parents were there as well. It was the first time I'd seen her in 1999 and my how she'd grown. From the pudgy little girl I'd help locate, she was now slightly taller than me and still growing. She also had filled out in more ways than one, especially in the muscle department. I feel sorry for any boy who pissed her off. Not that she seems very interested in them. A part of me suspects her yearnings lie elsewhere. I just hope I never have to compete with her for a date.
Not that such a thing is likely. I've kept to myself more since Veronica and I parted company three years ago. I've found myself thinking about her a lot tonight. Probably it's because of all the police officers watching over tonight's festivities. There was one female officer in particular standing near her patrol car that caught my eye. She looked nothing like Veronica, but the way the officer stood there reminded me so much of my red-headed love.
God she was amazing. It's not often you find someone so passionate and dedicated, not only to you but to her work. But I digress...
A new year stands before us all. I have no idea what surprises this one will have in store for me or those I call 'family'. But I know I will not face this new year alone which is a great comfort. I have people like Jason, Otto, Brian, their families and so many others who's lives touch mine. I think that's been the greatest gift of all. Even though I have outlived so many people who I've loved, I am never truly alone. And because I remember, none of them are ever forgotten.
My existence is a strange one, but at least I find it serves so many others.
Jason is proposing another toast to all so I better wrap this up. A promising new year awaits and I for one am looking forward to seeing what it has to offer.