OCTOBER 2020
Prose by Fiction
I'm not a poet, not by a long shot. However, there are times I feel the need to jot down something poetic, hence my growing collection.
Some of the poems are in relation to my fiction novels. For example, the eight-lined Collective Obsessions is the same-named counterpart for the Collective Obsessions Saga.
I recently finished Bloodlust (book #2 in the Bloodline Trilogy). One of the main characters in Bloodlust is named Kirk Lester. He's a bit of a slime ball, but also a poet. The fictional character "writing" the poems began as a blank slate, somewhat akin to a block of bland cheese. I wanted to give him a tangibly unique trait as I developed him, thus a fictional poet was born.
Kirk Lester's gift with prose also emphasizes multiple traumatic events in his life, as if his spurts of creativity were inspired by diversity and outright insanity.
Blood of My Father is from the upcoming Bloodlust:
To that end, there are 14 new poems stemming from Bloodlust, all of which will be added to Torn Bits & Pieces in due course. I created them on the fly - some are short, others longer - and all in relation to the fictional storyline.
I would like to make clear that Bloodlust is not a book of poetry, but rather a 400+page fiction novel sprinkled with smatterings of poetic prose written by one of its angst-ridden characters.
There might also be a few "overflow" poems that find their way into Blood & Soul (third and final book of the Bloodline Trilogy), which is scheduled for completion in 2021.
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Posted by Deidre Dalton on Wednesday, 28th October 2020
Bloodline Symbolism
I keep track of the many symbols utilized in the Bloodline Trilogy in a separate document, which will never be seen by anyone but me until all three books in the trilogy are complete. Here is a snapshot of one of the symbols from the upcoming Bloodlust.
It's known as a "Skull Sphere" for my fictional purposes.
A snippet from Chapter Twenty-Four of Bloodlust:
Noel found herself inside the Lester house, down in the same basement she had visited before. She was alone in the small room through the alcove, standing in semi-darkness. The wall in front of her, where she knew the drop-down bed to be located, suddenly started to bubble. It appeared similar to a pot of stew that had started to come to a boil, the surface in liquid motion as elements roiled together like a continuous somersault. Then shapes began to emerge from the churning mass, their outlines becoming clearer as they pushed forward.
Her eyes grew wide with terror as she realized what was materializing in front of her. The wall had turned into an array of skulls, each one pushing through as if fighting against thick, clear plastic. Some of the skulls had candles melted to the crown, the red wax dripping down the sides like trickling blood drops. They were protruding farther into the room, getting closer to her as she let out a long, continuous scream. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, as they advanced on her with agonizing slowness.
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Posted by Deidre Dalton on Sunday, 11th October 2020
Editing "Bloodlust"
I've finished tidying the manuscript for Bloodlust (formatting, moving parts around, typos at-a-glance). Editing is the next step, which includes printing off all 428 pages so I can read through it several times before sending it to my publisher for consideration. Editing is my least favorite part of writing, but it's unavoidable.
As I was in the middle of editing Bloodlust, Hissy decided to drop by.
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Posted by Deidre Dalton on Tuesday, 6th October 2020
