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…but whatever you do, don’t call it a horror novel…

Have a snippet of what I’m apparently working on now.

Roy would be a lost boy, if this were Neverland.

But this is Hollywood.

Once upon a time, Roy had a father, a brilliant homicide detective who came to a sticky end. Once upon a time, Roy was attacked by vampires, but no one believes that. Once upon a time, Roy hid himself in the darkest parts of Hollywood that he could find so he could forget his past, stay lost in cheap whiskey and bad memories.

But Roy’s girlfriend, Suzabell, begs him to find out who attacked her best friend and nearly left her for dead–if she was actually the girl they meant to attack. Then Suzabell is killed and her body disappears, only her head left behind for identification–if she’s really dead at all. Roy’s search for clues takes him through all levels of the city, from classy lounges to lowlife dives, from goth bars and strip clubs, to police headquarters and his father’s peers, from the thin blue line to the morgue. “The Night is an Adder” unfolds over ten days on the streets of darkest Hollywood and what Roy finds makes him wish he’d never gone looking for the answers.

May the spirit of Raymond Chandler help me…

Originally published at Angela N. Hunt. You can comment here or there.

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I have Dust in the Wind doing the earworm thing right now and I am just fine with that. One of the few songs that I just love.

But moving on.

So. Busy, busy, busy week. Lost Tuesday to rain, so I’ve done this week’s training runs back to back to (tonight) back, which I was worried about, but which the body is responding to with not even a hiccup. It is *wonderful*. But it does mean that on the 8 miler nights, I get nothing else done but running. Which is actually fine. It is more than enough to get home, love my family and then run 8 miles under the full moon.

The new novel continues to slowly accrete mass, like they do. I am debating what I want to write for ScriptFrenzy, if anything. I have yet to dig up my old screenwriting idea file.

Not much else going on. I run. I write. My camera and easel languish right now. But the marathon is less than six weeks away. I will need them then, for after.

Originally published at Angela N. Hunt. You can comment here or there.

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