Rip bobby the brain

I was in the middle of adding a page to my old novel To Kill With A Kiss.
When I was hit with the news of the passing of a hero of mine Bobby The Brain Heenan.
I was so lost I could not write or even talk for some time.
You will be missed.

First Page of To Kill With A Kiss

To tell you my story will take a long time so I think it’s best to just tell you the facts you need.

My name is Amy Landers. I’m a vampire hunter.

I know what you’re thinking vampires don’t exist. Well they do. Them and lot worse but let’s stick with today’s outing.

I came across a hive “hive” is a term for multiple Vampires with a Queen. That’s right the movies got it wrong they hunt, scout and report to the Nest Queen. This Hive's queen was an old vampire by the name of Lysondra from the power she gives off I would guess at least 500 years old. How do I guess Hunters are born with some nifty ability. Not as cool as the one from that Whedon show but good enough.

I was chained to a rock in the middle of Lysondra’s living room, being pummeled by her human lackey who had a pair brass knuckles that felt like they were the size of a Volkswagen. His hits were cutting and painful. One shot even smashed my glasses. There goes finishing reading my new kindle download. The room was well lit with high strung chandeliers. By the way they fucking hurt.

My eyes glazed over as I watched the droplets of blood form a small puddle on her white marble floor beneath me. You would think if you’re going to interrogate someone don’t hit them in the face it makes them dizzy and can’t think straight. Not that I been accused of being a great thinker.

I saw her majesty growing impatient with her minions. “Enough I’m growing tired of her not making any sounds” Lysondra stood from her oak chair allowing her feet to touch the floor. Even as she stood still she looked like she floated on air. Maybe I have a concussion?

“For too long you and your kind have hunted my people down why won’t you just accept your place? You can be food or trained dogs. You seem to have a knack for messing with my plans.”

I wonder if she is talking about the school bus full of v-teens I helped burn to the ground? Opps, my bad.

Lysondra's eyes widen I wondered for a split second if she had read my thoughts? Naaa, that only happens in the movies.

The sharp pain of her nails digging in to my cheek confirmed my suspicion. Shit make a note Lysondra can read minds.

“Yes I’m talking about the school bus child and you will pay for murdering my nest with your very life”

I focused on her face which now showed age and rage it sort of brought a smile to my face “ how can I murder something that’s already dead” . Then as quick as snake bite she drove her sharpened nail deep in to my shoulder ripping thru the

Sometimes I need keep my mouth shut

Things u find when not looking

Yesterday digging thru my old external hard drive, I found my original pages to a vampire story as well as a modern DND inspired story.
Ohhh yes I must finish these projects lol.
What do you all think?

Writers block sucks

There are days just can't get organized.
Today is one of those days.
But other days I move a million milles a second.
Today was not that day.
Pick myself up dust myself off and just move forward.