I recently found out about this great website for editing called Hemingway App. It’s apparently been around for a while but somehow it went under the radar for me till now. If you’ve never heard of it, it is a site that analyzes your writing and points out spelling and grammar mistakes. It also finds passive voice in your prose, which is a particularly big problem for me. I don’t think that it can replace a human editor but it could certainly help you along if you can’t afford to send multiple drafts to an editor. The best part is that it is free! It’s got me wondering though what other cool tools for writers have I been missing? If you have a writing tool that you love tell me about it in the comments.
Writing Prompt: Write about a piece about some technology/innovation that your character keeps for nostalgic reasons despite more advanced tech being more available.
I only got 4,286 words written this week. Still that’s 4,286 more words than I had last week! Time to celebrate with a living room dance party and then get back to writing. If you’re trying to keep yourself accountable for your own writing check how much you’ve written this week. Anything above zero it progress. If looking at that number isn’t satisfying use it to motivate yourself. I’m also welcoming writers to join my group PagePositivity on Facebook.
I ditched the car as soon as possible, casting a return home spell on it. Vehicles are too big for my magic to teleport, but the spell would find a way to get the car back to the garage. I don’t like taking things when it was evident that the owner needed them. Given that a fast-food uniform was hanging on the back passenger side, I doubted they could buy a new car like it was no big deal. I got on a train headed for Orlando. A highway would have been faster, but I didn’t want to steal another car when I didn’t have to. The hunter hadn’t caught up yet. The train station would stall him if he did manage to track me that far. An airport would have been better. There were so many possible ways to leave airports that even a skilled witch needs a fair amount of luck to track someone from there. But I needed to be careful with the cash I had since I threw out the card. Taking the train was the cheaper option. Plus, the more witnesses I had, the less likely the hunter would force a confrontation.
The world might know the truth about magic now, but would The Coven want one of their agents scaring people with a display of combat magic so soon? It could work against their public relations campaign. I wasn’t sure of that, though. My certainty that I had room to breathe back in the hotel almost got me caught. I couldn’t relax. For all I knew, The Coven would crack down on people on their shit list. They could show the mundane world one face and the magic community another. I’d only seen him for a second, but I knew this new hunter was a lot bigger than me. I hadn’t stuck around long enough to see him use any magic. I had no way of knowing how good he was. If it came to a fistfight, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I had no intention of letting things get to that point. I didn’t kill a member of The Coven by playing fair. There was no reason to change that now.
I fished a water bottle and protein bar out of my bag. It wasn’t ideal, but I was starving. The hunter found me between meals. The time I’d spent leaving false trails behind hadn’t included any stops for food. I was regretting that now. When I got to Orlando, money would be my priority. I was pretty good at bank jobs these days. If I couldn’t find the local underground, I’d have to pull one off pretty quickly. I’d need a good meal and new clothes soon enough. I ate the protein bar in two unsatisfying bites and drank half the water bottle. It was enough to ease the hunger pangs. That let me focus enough to scan the train for any magic users. It was a skill I’d perfected fairly quickly to survive on the run. I should have done it earlier, but the combined hunger and lack of quality sleep would have made it shotty at best. I closed my eyes and reached out with my magic. I only picked up a few minor talents. Two of them were so faint they likely didn’t even know they could use magic. The other three were dabblers. They likely didn’t have any family that could teach them, and they weren’t strong enough to draw The Coven’s interest.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed a man walking towards me. He was a clean-cut and fit man with a confident stride. I tried to convince myself that he wasn’t coming for me but was just walking the length of the car. His gaze had lingered on me too long, though. There was determination in his dark brown eyes. He wasn’t one of the witches I’d sensed. Maybe he was looking to harass someone. I’d had my fair share of confrontations with assholes who had a problem with openly gay men. Now that people knew about magic, I’d probably attract the attention of people who wanted to provoke witches too. There was no shortage of stupid in the world. It wouldn’t get that far if he were dumb enough to be looking for trouble. He slid into the seat next to me with casual ease. As close as I was, it would only take grazing his skin with my ring to knock him out. No one else would notice the interaction.
“Milo Grimshaw?” he asked. It was enough to make me pause. I didn’t answer. It had been sixteen years since someone called me by my birth name. The Coven called me Erebus. “I know that you have no reason to trust me, but I promise you I don’t mean you any harm.”
“You have one minute to tell me how you know that name.”
“The Coven can cover up a lot of things, but they got sloppy with your mother,” he said. Vincent was sloppy. He’d acted alone. “I’m going to pull my badge out of my pocket. Please just give me a few minutes to explain.”
“All right, but if you don’t convince me, you should know I’m not as sloppy as The Coven,” I said. It wasn’t true, but it got the threat across.
“I’m with the DPI,” he said, handing me a badge that said Department of Paranormal Investigations. It looked real enough. I’d seen my fair share of amateur fake ids. At the very least, he’d put some effort into this.
“Let me guess. It’s an off-the-books organization tasked with proving that magic is real?”
“Not quite. There was already enough proof out there to justify starting the organization. We cover up things that could cause public panic, and we learn everything we can about the supernatural world.”
“So what do you do now that everyone knows about the things that go bump in the night?” I asked.
“Recruitment. Ordinary law enforcement isn’t going to be ready for all the changes coming their way.”
“So you want to offer me a job?”
“I don’t think so,” I said, handing him his badge back.
“You might want to give it a little more thought than that. We can link you to several bank robberies in Florida.”
“An ultimatum? Do you even have back-up?”
“Not an ultimatum. I know that I couldn’t stop you from making me disappear right now if you wanted to. It’s more than just a job offer. It’s protection. You wouldn’t need to worry about anyone coming after you for the banks. I know what it looks like for a man to be on the run. I don’t know what happened between you and The Coven, but we can keep you safe.”
“That’s not a guarantee you can make. You probably don’t even know a tenth of what they’re capable of.”
“Maybe not, but we’re an official government organization. If The Coven wants things to go smoothly, they’re going to have to recognize the authority we represent.”
“Past my alleged involvement in bank robberies, what do you know about me?”
“Enough to make this offer,” he said. It told me nothing, and I had no talent for mind-reading to find out more. I couldn’t risk it. As he said, if The Coven wanted things to go smoothly, they had to work with the government. His offer could be a trap meant to bring me in without hurting anyone. He hadn’t answered my question about back-up. I needed to know at least that if I was going to give him the slip. Leaving him behind on the train would only help so much if he had others all set to start following me. I didn’t have an easy exit. If I shadow stepped, I couldn’t guarantee a safe landing. I didn’t know the surrounding area.
“Do you have a card?” I asked. He pulled one out of his jacket pocket. I used the enchantment in my ring to put him to sleep as I took it.
So I’ve been listening to one of my favorite bands from my high school a lot again. They’re called Patent Pending. They bring a sense of humor to their music that I really appreciate. I found out that they did an album called Other People’s Greatest Hits. On it, there is a song on there called “Shout Out to My Ex” that I can’t stop listening to. The band didn’t change the pronouns which makes me so happy. It rewrites the story of the song. Now I’m hunting for other songs like this where the band has kept the lyrics making the song feel like some part of the LGBTQ+ experience. I’m hoping to make myself a playlist to inspire my writing. If you have any recommendations please leave them in the comments.
It’s Caturday! YES! Time for a lovely picture of Columbia! (With almost distinguishable books in the background.
Yes she has a pink glitter nail. (She can’t be scratching thing but we don’t believe in declawing in this house. Them caps will come off if the world ends and she needs to hunt after she’s done eating my body.)
I’ve been challenging myself to make more art. Some of that art will be linked to my books and some of it won’t. Not all of it will really be “fine art.” Some of it will just be “fine” art. Honestly a lot of it won’t live up to the lofty expectations that Fine Art Friday implies, but it’s a pretty catchy name so I’m taking creative license with these posts. Today I’m sharing something inspired by the bar in my novella Moon Witch Lost. If you’ve read it you might remember that I described The Realm’s sign as a rainbow with a fairy riding it. I decided do a mock up of what the employee shirts would look like based off the sign’s description.
I ended up liking it enough to post the design on my threadless artist shop. (Yes this is a shameless attempt to cash in on my art, disguised as a way for super fans to get closer to the world of my books.) I hope you all get a smile out of it.