A DANCING DRAGON. WHAT’S YOUR REALITY?

As I say in Dragon Core, Perspective is Everything.  I’m pleased to announce I’ve created a new website, metatronsuniverse.com

Where Perspective Meets Fiction.

This website gives readers a glimpse of the psi life and what goes into writing paranormal fiction.

I am taking a break after 3 intense days of novel writing and while I’m anxious to get back to work I AM trying to get in some relax time.

Music as the Muse.

Earlier today, while listening to music, I was treated to something special by the bearded dragon in my life.

Who apparently really likes the Cars.

I thought I would share this bit of joy with readers and visitors to the site.

I never would have guessed they could be such great pets!

Enjoy!

UPDATE AND EXCERPT

Enjoying the sun and working on Adrift, first in the Colony Series.

First draft completed, I went and finished the second draft of Lessons from the Edge: An Author’s Guide to Metatron’s Army.

Setting the first draft of any project aside for a period of days to weeks is amazingly helpful as it allows the mind to rest.

Once my mind is focused on something else I’m able to consider what I might have done differently.  I can then go back and edit those inspirations in.

The beauty of working on the two manuscripts in parallel is that focusing on one gives me rest  from the other.  Since the projects are never far from my thoughts I am able to spend the time writing down notes that I look at when I next pick up the manuscript in question.

I have three scenes for Adrift I will be adding in in the next day or two.

I’ve also come up with an additional Port Gallatan story though it will be a bit before I get to it.

I have the next one in that series ready to go when I have time in the schedule.

I have a number of other projects on the horizon and novels for a number of the series.

Stay tuned.

In the meantime, I am sharing the opening scene from Adrift.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

SEQUENCE 1:  KYLE

2240

Mars Trojan region

Command Lab, MNS Vernier

Kyle Steven Decker, Commander of the multinational research vessel Vernier and ruiner of lives stared unseeing at the screen, unseeing because though his eyes were trained on the document, his focus was elsewhere.  

If only.

If only he’d seen.  The signs had been there.  If only he’d listened.  To do that however, he’d have to tune out the voice he enjoyed listening to most, his own.  Which circled back to the truth staring him in the face, the only if only that mattered.  If only he hadn’t been so arrogant.  So goddamn arrogant.  

And damned he was and more than willing to accept his punishment but to have dragged innocent people into the nightmare of his making -.

A chime announced the arrival of one of the souls sharing his self-created hell.  Which of the two, he wondered, as they’d been in and out of his lab like a revolving door for the past seventy-two hours.  Ever since he saw the message that damned him.