On set... And stuff
Yesterday morning at 4.30am I caved in and drove Thomas through to the set of Emma-O, the horror movie he's busy art directing for indie filmmaker extraordinaire, Ronnie Belcher. Firstly, let me say that filmmaking is is expensive. Even a short, twenty-minute production is costing the associated collaborators in the thousands of rands. (Nerine looks at her dwindling bank account and wonders if she'll ever afford that Macbook.)
I left him there then drove back through again at about 8pm when my editing-induced cabin fever grew too much. Last weekend the enforced isolation had been good for my blue funk but now I actually WANTED to see flesh-and-blood humans.
Goodness. They were at it until 11.35pm. That's more than 12 hours of filming. I can see they were having loads of fun but in retrospect I think I prefer standing in the sidelines to cheer them on. I am a creature who prefers the solitude of being hunched before a computer screen, crafting the words to fire up people's imaginations. The lines of fatigue were carved on their features.
And, perhaps, I should come out with it now that I've posted off the contract. Lyrical Press, Inc. has offered me a contract for The Dead of Night, sequel to Khepera Rising. This time the word count should allow us to handle a PoD contract, if the esales are good. The Dead is a standalone novel and can be read without having the background of Khepera. Also, I think it's far more, erm, splatterpunkish than the first. There are scenes in The Dead that still make me squeamish.
So, it's with mingled dread and desire that I look forward to the hours of editing lying in wait for me. Today I aim to complete the line edits on Khepera, and the blurb is already finalised.
KHEPERA RISING BLURB
The wickedest man in Africa has problems, and they can't all be solved by magic.
Occult bookshop owner and black arts magician James Edward Guillaume reckons he has it all, and enjoys living up his reputation as South Africa's "wickedest man", a nice house, a business that's breaking even and the pick of all the pretty Goth girls and boys in Cape Town.
Little does he know, a group of violent Christo-militants are panting at his heels, ready to destroy his carefully constructed fantasy world. To add mischief to his misery, he's unwittingly unleashed a terrifying demonic entity, and he alone holds the key to The Burning One's secret. To bring order out of the chaos, all James has to do is conquer his personal demons, teach a rather nasty, self-righteous sod a lesson in humility and find out whether he can win back the trust of an old flame. Only, as James discovers, getting back on top is hell on earth.
Content Warnings: M/M/F sexual content, occult, violence, gore.
I left him there then drove back through again at about 8pm when my editing-induced cabin fever grew too much. Last weekend the enforced isolation had been good for my blue funk but now I actually WANTED to see flesh-and-blood humans.
Goodness. They were at it until 11.35pm. That's more than 12 hours of filming. I can see they were having loads of fun but in retrospect I think I prefer standing in the sidelines to cheer them on. I am a creature who prefers the solitude of being hunched before a computer screen, crafting the words to fire up people's imaginations. The lines of fatigue were carved on their features.
And, perhaps, I should come out with it now that I've posted off the contract. Lyrical Press, Inc. has offered me a contract for The Dead of Night, sequel to Khepera Rising. This time the word count should allow us to handle a PoD contract, if the esales are good. The Dead is a standalone novel and can be read without having the background of Khepera. Also, I think it's far more, erm, splatterpunkish than the first. There are scenes in The Dead that still make me squeamish.
So, it's with mingled dread and desire that I look forward to the hours of editing lying in wait for me. Today I aim to complete the line edits on Khepera, and the blurb is already finalised.
KHEPERA RISING BLURB
The wickedest man in Africa has problems, and they can't all be solved by magic.
Occult bookshop owner and black arts magician James Edward Guillaume reckons he has it all, and enjoys living up his reputation as South Africa's "wickedest man", a nice house, a business that's breaking even and the pick of all the pretty Goth girls and boys in Cape Town.
Little does he know, a group of violent Christo-militants are panting at his heels, ready to destroy his carefully constructed fantasy world. To add mischief to his misery, he's unwittingly unleashed a terrifying demonic entity, and he alone holds the key to The Burning One's secret. To bring order out of the chaos, all James has to do is conquer his personal demons, teach a rather nasty, self-righteous sod a lesson in humility and find out whether he can win back the trust of an old flame. Only, as James discovers, getting back on top is hell on earth.
Content Warnings: M/M/F sexual content, occult, violence, gore.