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Just Another Day at the Office

In Book 1, The Olivia Everett Series, Writing on February 21, 2012 at 12:47 pm

 

“I cleared my throat behind him. “Sorry to disturb you while your eating…” He lifted hi head to look at me, thick viscous liquid dripped down his chin and he drew back his top lip and snarled at me. Any normal, sane person would have legged it by now. Not me, I’d seen my share of vampires and this child didn’t even make me flinch. I think I sighed, that admittance of apathy seemed to make him take a proper look at me. I don’t know what it was that made him bolt. Maybe it was the stakes strapped to my belt or the bow at my back. Or ,maybe new vamps just get a mug shot with the words crazy bitch stamped across it. Either way he ran. When vamps start running that usually my que to start blindly firing in their direction. Most vampires have super speed so me chasing is a waste of energy but like I said, this guy was new. So I pursued.

 

He’d just rounded the corner of the underpath and was up the stairs toWaterloo. Not after all this, not now I couldn’t let him get on a train.Waterloostation at midnight is pretty quiet on a week day, luckily for me it was Saturday. I dodged crowds of people waiting for the last train. I actually knocked an old man over with no time to apologise I got a few choice words shouted at my back. Where was he? I’d lost him. Shit. I needed height I needed to see over these people. I scanned the crowd for a bench, a trolley anything with enough height to give me a shot. There was an information stand in the middle of the station. I ran over to it and managed somewhat ungracefully to hoist myself on top. I looked around my eyes darting to every face, every back of head, everyone else.

 

There the bastard was. He was heading for the Jubilee Line. I had a clear shot. I pulled my bow out of its sheaf and readied an arrow. I took aim. The whole world slowed. I could hear my heart in my ears and I breathed slowly. I cleared my mind, everyone else disappeared. I aimed for his heart through his back. I breathed again trusting in my training, trusting in myself, trusting in my goal. I released the arrow. It soared through the crowd and sunk home into the back of his cape. He turned, stunned, I could see the whites of his eyes. His mouth was open but no noise came out. He was clutching his chest. The arrow head protruding neatly out of hid chest. Jackpot. Then from the outside of the puncture wound his skin and clothing began to crinkle and curl, smoke billowed out in thin grey ribbons. Then just as quickly as it had started it spread licking all over his body engulfing him until a man of fire stood in his place. Then the entire special of it all imploded. Sucked into oblivion as if he never existed. All vamps go their own way but the end results is the same. They’re very considerate that way. No body. No evidence makes my life easier. ”

 

Copywright Karla Mouncey-Jaggers

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Blood is Thicker Than Water

In Book 2 ; NaNoWriMo, The Olivia Everett Series, Writing on January 5, 2012 at 9:40 pm

“I instinctively reached for my rucksack and then realised I had left it upstairs I searched around the room for anything wooden to use a stake. There was a pool table at the back of the bar, I would have to put a lot of strength into my blow but it would do. Vampires are so allergic to wood that as soon as I broke the skin it would sink easily into his heart like any sharpened stake. I ran to the table picked up the stake and then turned back to Ralph. Ben was standing next to the big vampire and although his voice wasn’t raised I could hear everything he was saying. “Brass put Ralph down now. You have about forty seconds until he dies and if you let that happen I will not be able to save you” Brass grunted but didn’t let go. Every other vampire in the room seemed alert and ready to strike. I didn’t care what he was saying my brother was choking to death. I ran towards them and raised the pool cue in the air to get more momentum into my blow.

Ben looked at me with a stern expression and I don’t know what made me trust him but I slowed my strike a little. I put the tip of the cue on the vampire’s skin and pushed slightly I felt him go ridged. “Let go or I put this threw your heart”. He turned his head slightly to me and spoke in a voice like he had just smoked a million cigarettes and downed a pint of whisky. “I will snap his neck before you can kill me” I knew what he said was true but I also knew that Ralph had just fallen into unconsciousness. I started to panic and panic made me not think straight. My only thought was that I needed to distract him, get him off of Ralph in the next ten seconds. I did a stupid thing I smashed my hand down onto an empty glass on the bar. I felt the glass bite into my hand and hot liquid seep down my fingers. Brass’ attention immediately switched to my hand and he let go of Ralph. I watched Ralph take a deep breath and knew I didn’t care what happened next.”

NaNoWriMo Buzz

In The Olivia Everett Series, Writing on November 2, 2011 at 1:22 pm

So Nano has begun! I started early yesterday morning, I actually started my day an hour early to get some writing done! I was rehearsing all day and the performing in the evening. I managed to reach 2k in all the breaks and pauses.

What struck me most about the process was the buzz I got! Every time I reached another 100 words I got a little tummy flip! I’m loving getting back with Olivia, it’s like a big cuddle everytime I sit at my lap top.

I don’t want to ruin anything for the few who have read book 1 but there are some twists coming tour way! I am now on my way to my first organised write in !

It’s official my name is Karla and I am a NaNo addict!

Paul

In Book 1, The Olivia Everett Series on October 26, 2011 at 5:57 pm

“I approached Paul’s studio and knocked on the door with a sign that read replica weapons by appointment only. He opened it as if he he’d been waiting for me on the other side.

“Hi Paul” I greeted him walking inside

“Hello” he said immediately closing the door behind me. He never shook my hand or looked me in the eye.

His studio was more a workshop. It was a small room no wider that a train carriage but it must hve held thousands of projects.  At twenty two but he had been making replica weapons for ten years. I’d met him in an obscure forum for vampire conspiracy theorists  I rarely participated in blogs but I always kept my eyes open for anyone with genuine insight or skill. He had posted a thread about the similarities of London’s vampires to George Orwell’s 1984. Very intelligent boy but with the social skills of a pencil. His user name had a link to his website and two years on he was still my weapons man.

I handed Paul my broken bow and he took it tutting and focusing on the bow never on my face. Paul hadn’t filled out yet he still looked like a sixteen year old. He was taller than me but that wasn’t hard. His hair looked brushed and he wore Harry Potter style glasses. He always wore a logo t-shirt today it said Mass Effect what ever that was. He handed me a new bow which was an exact copy of my broken one. He never added new specs unless I asked for them and even then he had to copy a design. I think my bow was originally a replica of Paris’s bow fromTroy. He was brilliant at replicas but as far as I knew had never created anything original.

 

“You made this fast” I commented

“It was time” he said whilst examining the broken bow under a magnifying glass the size of diner plate.

“Time?”  I questioned

“Usually a bow only lasts four months with you, its been three months and twenty-five days” I laughed

“So you already had it made?”

“I know your patterns Liv” he flicked his eyes to me

“Thank you Paul” I genuinely meant that, I sat down on his sofa which seemed unused. My arm was beginning to throb and my neck ached.

“Your bleeding” he said and I looked at my hand where I’d touched my neck there was a dot of blood on it.

 

“Shit. Paul do you have a first aid kit?” he moved quickly under his desk and returned with a green box that was untouched, shop brought ready made. “Did your Mum make you buy this?”

“Yes” he smiled. I found a square of gauze with sticky on the sides and removed it from the box. I reached up and removed the bandage from my neck, the air hit the wound and I took a sharp intake of breath. Paul was suddenly sitting on the couch next to me. He was staring at the wound intently.

“You ok Paul?” I asked

“Yes” he responded eyes not leaving my neck.

“Why are you staring?” I asked being more direct with him

“Am I being rude?” he asked “I’ve never seen a real wound before, not in real life”

I understood, he played games of war for hours and watched filmic blood and guts everyday but he’d never come close to the reality of it. “How did it happen?” he asked.

“Animal bite” my automatic response, it was really starting to sting so I covered it with the gauze and stood up. Paul stood with me “Thanks for this” I motioned to the bow

“No problem” he went back to his desk as I let myself out there was something off about Paul and I hoped it wasn’t as malevolent as that last encounter had felt.”

 

NaNoWriMo plan?

In The Olivia Everett Series on October 23, 2011 at 11:35 am

It has been an incredibly hectic week, in my other life I am an actor and on Saturday night I performed a short sketch during a concert. Most of this week has been devoted to A, getting ready for that and B trying to recover from a horrible cold! However I can assure you that Olivia had never been far from my mind.
With NaNoWriMo looming just around the corner I am feeling a sense of excitement followed by OMG why am I doing this syndrome. At the moment I seem to have all the time in the world to write and now I have done the Olivia Everett book two outline I am gagging to start writing it. One of the main comments I have received from the small amount of readers I have is that they want to know more about Hugo. He is only mentioned in book one very minimally but 60% of readers have asked about him.
In my original outline he wasn’t mentioned at all but I feel that due to this feedback I need to at least keep him prominent. When I was writing my outline I couldn’t imagine how I am ever going to stop at the fifty thousand mark! There is so much to address and so much I want to explore with Olivia that I see this book being never-ending!

Watch this space for more NaNo related blogging once book two gets on the way!

Any other NaNoites out there feeling the same??

Warm Up Sprints for NaNoWriMo

In The Olivia Everett Series on October 16, 2011 at 11:59 am

During November I will be participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), this is the amazing feat of writing a 50,000 novel in 30 days. I am very excited about this challenge! I have chosen to write the second book of the Olivia Everett series and in order to prepare I am going to be doing some small writing exercises in order to ‘warm up’ for the marathon that is NaNoWriMo.

 

 

Getting to know my characters is very important to me, I think that knowing every detail about them is very important. This is a short exercise to get to know the idiosyncrasies and seemingly unimportant details of Olivia and Ben’s pockets.

 

The Contents of Olivia Everett’s rucksack

  • Extra arrows
  • Stale polos
  • An empty water bottle
  • Keys
  • Oyster card
  • Stakes
  • Garlic essence
  • Purse
  • £24.07 in the purse
  • 1 debit card
  • 1 expired library card
  • 1 café Nero loyalty card
  • Scraps of paper
  • 1 pencil
  • 1 pen
  • Iphone
  • Plasters
  • Bandages
  • Safety pins
  • Antiseptic wipes
  • Grandmothers charm bracelet
  • Grandmothers charm bag

The contents of Ben’s pockets

  • Wallet
  • Three debit cards
  • £250.00 in cash
  • £7.28 in change
  • Oyster card
  • Iphone
  • Pack of mints
  • Small daguerreotype of his wife and son
  • Condom
  • Keys to pub

 

 

If you would like to be writing buddies my NaNo user name is Mrsmj

Book One First Draft

In Book 1 on October 11, 2011 at 10:59 am

So I finished typing up my first draft of book 1, it feels amazing to have it finished. I have let my husband and family go through it with a red pen and I am gradually getting feedback. One of the main points is that there isn’t enough of it, I also seem to have been indecisive about some of Olivia’s emotion and written some sections twice from different emotions. It still amazes me that my writing brain works faster than my conscious one. I wrote a section previously where I had planned for a specific character to call Olivia. The phone rang and when she picked the phone up it was someone completely different. I am going to take a break from book 1whilst I complete book 2 for NaNoWriMo, I have a lot of ideas and a lot of plot points I am going to expand on.

 

 

Watch this space for some extracts from Olivia Everett book 2!!

 

As a first time NaNo I would love any advice and pep talks from any NaNo veterans, I would also like to go to as many write ins as possible can anyone recommend any near Richmond?

Three Characters, Lots of Questions

In Book 1, Writing on September 18, 2011 at 4:24 pm

I got this great character exercise from

http://maasmith7.wordpress.com/2011/09/16/three-character-meme/

Pick 3 characters, and have them answer the following questions accordingly. (They may be original characters or not):
1. Olivia Everett
2.Benidict
3. Anthony Bray

1. Number one, what was your childhood like? My childhood felt like I was counting the minutes until I could move out. Nothing bad but nothing good

2. Character number three, if you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? (It can be something regarding your personal history, or something that is in the history books.)
Nothing, I don’t live with regret

3. Number two, would you rather be immortal and eternally miserable, or live a mortal, blissfully peaceful life?
I am an immortal with a blissfully interesting life, an interesting question but rather irrelevant to me.

4. Say, character number three, how much do you weigh?

12st 3

5. Have you ever loved and lost, number one? I’ll bet it was your fault, wasn’t it? Tsk tsk…

How wonderfully astute you are, next question?

6. Oh, no character two! You’ve just strolled into a department store to admire the lovely washing machines when a guy with a nylon stocking over his head runs in and holds the whole store at gunpoint! How will you save the day? (If you are a coward and do not wish to save the day, what do you do upon Stocking Head’s arrival?)
I would watch the scene play out and only act if it became boring

7. Number Three, tell your best “Yo Momma” joke.
*chuckles* I’ve only ever heard one that made me laugh. Yo Momma is so dumb she got locked in a supermarket and starved to death

8. Who is the one person you cannot live without, character number one? Why? (Please don’t say Oprah, please don’t say Oprah…)
That’s a bit personal, I prefer to depend on myself, if I let myself down I have someone to punish. God that’s dire isn’t it. Can I ask the audience?

9. Hey, number two, tell me one of your deepest, darkest secrets. To make you feel better, I’ll tell one of mine: I don’t have any deep, dark secrets.

I have never killed anyone innocent

10. All characters: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you play any instruments? If so, which ones? (Yes…the kazoo counts. Your nose, however, does not.)

Olivia: anything I can dance too and no
Ben: I am a big fan of anything Heavy Metal, I particularly enjoy Iron Maiden. I sing and play the piano. I am fairly sure I could pick anything up quickly.
Anthony: I like disco

11. What is the most annoying thing in the world, character one?
Drunk people on public transport

12. Finish the statement, number three: Art is…subjective

13. Finish the statement, number two: People are…fascinating

14. Finish the statement, number one: Imagination…is a luxury

15. All characters: Out of the three of you, who is the most outgoing? Reserved? Humorous? Stinky?

Ant: Stinky
Benidict: Humourous
Olivia: I guess i’m stuck, what happened to ladies first?

16. Quick, Number three! Write a poem!
When magick comes you will stop, you will listen and you will be in awe of yourself.

17. What is your favorite word, number one? Fuck

18. Character number three, what is one weird thing that you can do? (i.e. wiggle your ears, fold your tongue, play ‘amazing grace’ with your armpit…)
I can always tell when someone is lying, I’m good at reading faces

19. Speak any other languages, Number Two? Many

20. What is your nationality, character number one? English

21. Pick, number two: asparagus or canned peas? Please elaborate.

Neither, I prefer my food more alive

22. What scares you the most, character three?
Dying alone

23. All characters: What is one thing you would like the world to know about you?

Olivia: absolutely nothing
Ben: my pub is always open, first drink on me
Anthony: I’m a closet Doctor Who fan! Wow that’s a weight off!

Vampire Nest

In Book 1 on September 5, 2011 at 2:48 pm

After a rather intense conversation with Ben, Liv follows her instincts and gets caught in a dangerous situation…

“It was dark in there almost pitch black. I looked for the couple and my eyes were drawn to a small sliver of light to my left. I walked forward slowly and readied my bow. I peeked through the gap and saw the girl on the floor. Her skirt had ridden up and her legs were covered in patches of dirt. Her hair was tousled like he had used it to throw her to the floor. She had thick lines of mascara running down he pale cheeks. She was terrified and she looked like a cow waiting for slaughter. Her huge brown eyes darted around the room looking for an escape. He was above her cackling

“What’s wrong Eva?” he laughed “You were so keen a moment ago” he was crazed with his head thrown back and eyes bulging wildly.

My foot was almost in the room when something made me stop. Another vampire was entering the square of light he was more composed than the other. His hands were at his side and he moved gracefully and cat-like.

“What have you brought us Tom?”

Us. Was he talking in the third person or had I just walked into a nest? My question was answered when two female vampires stepped out of the shadows. They looked loonier than Tom and they moved together like sister tornados. Moving through each other like snakes in a pit, I couldn’t figure out who moved first it was as if they were fluid.

“She’s a bit skinny Tom” the women hissed. Again, I couldn’t tell who’d spoken first or if they both had. It was very unsettling

“We told you we like butch girls” they laughed and the sound raised the hairs on my arms. Walk away Liv, walk away, she’s dead anyway don’t give them another body. I couldn’t I was riveted to the spot, my heart controlling my head. I knew I couldn’t save her but I also couldn’t watch her die.

“Shut up Matilda” Tom snapped “I don’t see you volunteering to hunt” one name for both girls. Matilda pouted and then they were both on the floor at the girls face. A hand from each vampire on either side of the victim, he had called her Eva. She tried to flinch away but Matilda had her gripped too tight and she yelped in pain. Gaze her I willed them Gaze her away from all this.

“What’s wrong Angel” Matilda asked Eva “You should be thrilled, you should feel blessed, you have been chosen to die for your gods” the voice rose manically, god, this bird was messed up. Eva screamed.

“Please, I don’t want to die, I have a daughter she’s waiting for me at home” She was trying to humanise herself this is the advise they give you in self defence lessons. Make your attacker see you as human but this wasn’t a good option when vampires see you as cattle. Matilda laughed again “I can smell that your lying darling” she kissed the girl and during the kiss bit hard into her lower lip and jerked backwards taking the lip with her. Eva screamed again and I held back bile. The blood poured freely from Eva’s lip and she scrabbled around holding her face. The blood made the vampires noticeably excited and tension filled the room like a lion’s den”

(c) Karla Mouncey-Jaggers 2011

When I first had the idea for The “Olivia Everett” Series…

In Book 1 on August 14, 2011 at 3:20 pm

 

When I first had the idea for The “Olivia Everett” series I was sitting on a train listening to a podcast about paranormal romance. I was enjoying hearing about some of my favourite authors and their methods and muses for writing. I came to me, in the last few years almost every vampire/paranormal novel I have read had become predictable.

Don’t get me wrong, predictable is not a bad thing, I loved guessing the ending before I’d gotten there or figuring out which character was a were or which was magickal. I figured the reason I has turned into the Sherlock of paranormal fiction was because I knew the dogma that each of these books should follow and I thought. I can do that. It was a whim at first, I started to imagine my hero/heroine and all of a sudden like being hit by a car the first scene was in being played in my head. I think I would have missed my stop if it hadn’t been the last one on the line. I saw in perfect detail my heroine running through the streets ofLondonchasing a vampire intoWaterloostation and then dusting him in the middle of Friday night drunken crowds. It was an incredible rush.

At the time I was working at a theme park playing a Vampire bride, my job was to walk around in character and scare children. This was the perfect mindset to let Liv grow. The day after my epiphany I woke in the morning with the whole book in my head. Not exact chapters, exact words or exact scenes but the bones of book 1. It was a beautiful day and I sat in the garden at 8am in my dressing gown with a pot of tea and wrote the outline of the entire book.

I then spent the next hour or so writing bios on all the main characters and giving them names. Olivia came to me out of a discussion about how English I wanted the book to be an using a Shakespearean name seemed to fit, I yo yoed between Olivia and Viola but when I started thinking about her voice I heard her saying “keep it together Liv” she had told me her name and I was going to listen. The next two hours I wrote out the first chapter until I realised I hadn’t eaten or been to the toilet in five hours. As usual when I’m writing it was my physical body not my head that made me stop.

My best friend Mr Lewis was arriving for afternoon tea in half an hour and I rushed to get dressed and finish the chapter. I read it to him over scones and champagne in the freakishly hot April of 2011.

It took me two months to finish the first draft, I think it only took me this long because I was getting married whilst writing it. Now I am spending my spare time getting it typed up so I can start sharing Liv with the world.

She might not be the most friendly of heroines but she’s dying to meet you…