I’m not a big fan of exclamation marks. If the language does it for your meaning, then the ! is redundant; if the language is not enough, then a rewrite is in order.
Yet here we are, with a horrible ! mark in my title, of all places. Well, as Sharon likes to say,
Rules are for Fools.
Okay, but kids, please don’t do that at home. (lol)
Something is coming soon and it’s big, big … huuuge, in fact.
Yeah, you guessed it. The sequel to Dagger.
Dagger was written with no plans for a sequel; it was a trial balloon of sorts. I wanted to learn about self-publishing and I wrote The Obeahman’s Dagger partly for that reason and partly for my kids, to show them something about Trinidad, where I was born and where I grew up. I wanted as well to express some thoughts about religion, magic, spirituality and life. It was not meant to be an action/suspense story, though I played a bit with that format, in the Fantasy genre. Very deliberately, I kept the language sanitized. I don’t think there’s an instance in the book of a single profanity, not even a relatively mild ‘oh shit’ (no exclamation mark). Nobody has sex. There’s no romance, not even a kiss. Maybe one of my readers would care to comment on that aspect of the book for me. I’d like to hear your thoughts on that.
The sequel is gonna be different. Still no gratuitous sex, violence or profanity. It’s still about the story but it’s a story that’s full of drama, suspense, action and life. A great read for anyone.
The working title is The Brooklyn Exhibit and it picks up where Dagger ended, with Belle on her way home to New York. She has the Dagger with her and the Count, though he’s trapped in Trinidad, is still intent on his original nefarious purpose. David and his father have reconciled; the old man now seeing the worth of Journalism, is ready to help finance David’s further education at the Columbia School of Journalism. So with the main players in place, the Game begins.
I’m jumping out the plane here with my parachute set to open on April first. That was my uncle Vinos’ birthday and Vinos was the one who really supported me through my childhood. He believed in me, always. Then again, he was like that. One of these days I’ll write about Vinos.
I won’t have much time for posts, but I’ll definitely keep this blog updated on my progress.