Writing and Reading

I think it’s high time I show you all more of my personally celebrated novel, THE CAIN LETTERS, through a character sketch. A sketch of my main character, and after this post, many other sketches of the other characters involved in the book. My main character is my true love in this fantastic world I’ve created. She’s vicious, too. But passionate.

Her name is…

ALEXANDRA GLADE

She is a vampire hunter, only radiantly beautiful daughter of the late and famous Glade hunters of the Berith Lochem–Maria and Jeremiah Glade. The Berith Lochem are a secret nomadic society of God-fearing hunters, protecting mankind from evil. Alexandra, trained in martial arts, weapons and tactics, military procedures, certified as a pilot–her heart burns harder when facing her enemy. Vengeance shelters her. Pain carries her. Reason being? Her parents, two of the greatest hunters ever, were slaughtered by a notorious rogue vampire right before her eyes when she was only a child.

Born in London, the Berith Lochem protected her, trained her, gave her the tools to fight evil. Under the careful and gentle counsel of Cardinal Felix Delgado, she lived for years hunting the rogues and thrells of the dark world without dying to her own madness, a madness she would one day destroy when she finds that face….

The face of the one who killed her mother and father.

Yes, believe it. I’m here at work. In the morning.

Why else would I be posting another edition of the MIC (Morning Insanity Channel)? I’m still recovering from my horrifying virus, too. So getting up in the morning felt like getting up and falling into a pile of snot. Real thick snot. Green snot. And I had to trudge through the snot with my bare feet. And the walls oozed out pus, farted out pus. The walls sort of mocked me as I trudged through the snot, me hoping to get dressed and maybe, just maybe, grabbing that all-important cup of coffee that I need to actually function and remember the English language (including my name).

Here’s our lovable Ryan Higa. Again. Utter madness. Or if he were a cow, it would be “udder” madness. But he’s not a cow. And neither am I. So we’re good. I consider Ryan, the “Nigahiga” as he seems to call himself (don’t know why, don’t understand why), my spokesperson for the MIC. Yes, indeedy.

So, peoples, enjoy this edition of the MIC. I sure did.