Hi all. I’ve been quiet for a bit while getting some things organised that I am now ready to share. My book trailer is ready and presented below YAY!!!
Let me know what you think of it.
Writing Update
I’ve been working on the overviews of several stories that have been rattling around my head for a while. They are starting to take shape but are not in a state to share just yet.
Below is a short chapter from one of my current projects. It’s the psychological tale I talked about in the last newsletter (go to the Current Projects section).
WARNING, there is strong language which suits the mental state of the character, mentioning of suicide and of violence. If these are sensitive topics for you, you may wish to skip to the bold heading of Wrapping Up.
Chapter Four
I know I’m fucked up.
The shrinks think my problems originate from my childhood; or that I’ve got daddy issues; or some other bullshit. While some of it may be true, I generally spoon feed them a special kind of verbal diarrhoea to make them draw certain conclusions. It’s fun to fuck with the ‘experts’.
But none of them has any real clue. I was a fairly regular girl for the first quarter century of my existence; kept to myself at school; no trouble with the law. All my efforts went into fulfilling my dream of becoming a famous actor. I needed to perfect the art and wasn’t satisfied unless the audience believed I was the character they saw on stage or screen. That’s where it all came from; the drive for perfection.
A few years ago, a dream role came to my agent’s attention. To play a comic book villain in the first movie of a shared universe would be any unknown actor’s wet dream. As usual, I sunk into perfecting the role, knowing I’d blow them away at audition by doing something unique. Everyone has heard the story of how Heath Ledger set the bar of excellence with his portrayal of the Joker, locking himself away to perfect the character. I aimed to mimic his process but take it a few steps further, which was no simple task.
Heath’s depiction of one of the vilest psychopathic killers in all comic book creation was inspired. He sunk into the role so completely that I believe he lost his life because of it. See, I think he became so engrossed in the Joker’s persona, that he was actually becoming the character. Rather than unleash that upon the world, Heath took his own life. I went with the other option.
The first movie was a resounding success. Reviewers everywhere constantly compared my role to that of the legendary Joker. It even went so far as getting nominated for an Oscar. Of course, they gave it to some undeserving prick from a drama. Damn biased judges. Everyone knew I deserved the accolade, but the fucking Hollywood politics prevented it going to another comic book movie.
I took the heinous slight to my honour in stride and restrained my fury. I simply visited the home of the hack that won my Oscar, and laid it out straight. He disagreed with my opinion; I made him wear his award internally.
I know I’m a psychopath, and I don’t care.
Today I received the script for the next movie in the series. The idiot writer made my part too docile and clinical for my established persona. He said he “wants to collaborate to get the perfect character feel.” Well, that isn’t my job cunt. But you’ll feel my character, perfectly.
I’m on my way to his house now to give him a firsthand experience of true evil. Maybe then he can write a decent plot.
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Katla stopped her recording, playing it back a few times to ensure its perfection. She wasn’t sure when she’d release it, but with what she intended to do tonight, and what she has already done, her documentary may be needed soon.
After saving it in a secured folder on her phone, Katla continued her drive through the affluent suburbs. Her target could afford a better area. Katla was sickened by the family atmosphere. All those free-roaming children and family values rammed down your throat. Always being on your best behaviour to properly influence the kids. People have to be themselves, not restrained by some imagined morality. Live your truest self and don't give a fuck what others think about you.
Those words fuelled Katla’s actions as she parked in the driveway, simultaneously blocking one avenue of retreat for her target and declaring she doesn’t care who sees her arrive.
It was time for her perfect performance.
Wrapping Up
At present I’m simply plodding along and working on every idea I have in mind. I will settle on a single project soon and work until it is completed. Once I determine what project that is, I’ll let you know.
Enjoy yourself and see you next time.