Midweek Mumbles – SPD:STF Profiles Have Been Leaked

SPD_STF Profiles Have Been Leaked

Ever since I started writing short stores, I’ve been creating 3D models of the characters (using Daz3D).  These designs give me a reference point to keep character descriptions consistent.

Then over at the old site I created basic character profiles, but was never happy with the design.

However, that’s all about to change, with the recent leaking of several files from the Seattle Police Department’s Supernatural TaskForce.

This Reporter Just Received Several “SPD:STF Classified Files” From An Anonymous Source.

Over the years, Seattle residents have heard rumors of things that defy explanation. From ghosts to real magicians, from vampires to creatures from ancient legend, there is apparently an agency that deals with them when they come to public attention.

These newly acquired files give us an insight into some of those who have allegedly saved the city from many unexplained threats, or caused them. Who knows what the truth of the matter is… But this reporter just gives the facts as he sees them, and it’s time the world knew about these threats…

— Silas Agnew, SeattleWonderer.Com

  • Click the profile images to access the secure documents…


Friday Insight #6 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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Many of you know that last month I was working on NaNoWriMo – the goal to hit 50,000 words in 30 days.

But that was just the start of my work on “Of Wolves And Men”, the first novel in the “Shadows Over Seattle” stories.

I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.


By now, I was sure that someone had to have heard the commotion going on inside the apartment. There was very little time for us to question our target, and still make a clean get-away. That flash-bang had held us up too long, and we’d lost precious seconds. There was no choice for it, we had to me gone before anyone came to investigate.

“Nazurl, we’re going to have to take him with us. Pull the car up, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bleed to death on us”

I didn’t even wait to see if Nazurl had taken my advice, before I ripped several sheets of paper towel off the roll beside the sink. After soaking them under the cold tap, I wadded them up to catch the blood, as well as cool the nasal passages.

A couple of minutes later, Nazurl came back into the room. She helped me lift Wilkes off the floor, and onto my shoulders,before leading the way back out of the apartment.

“The car is running, doors are unlocked. Throw him in the back-passenger seat and get in with him. If he wakes up, I don’t want him trying to strangle me, or something equally stupid” she said, as she opened the driver’s door.

“Strangulation could be the least of our problems, judging from what just happened back there” I indicated toward the apartments, as I strapped Wilkes into the back seat, and then went around the car to get in the other side.

Even before I could consider strapping myself in, Nazurl pulled out of the parking space, accelerating hard. I was shoved back in my seat, until traffic slowed us down less than a hundred yards down the road.


Friday Insight #5 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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NaNoWriMo ends today, but I already achieved the goal of 50,000 words back on Tuesday 27th November.

  • But that didn’t stop me, and I’ll be writing right up until the end of tonight to see how far I can get.
  • I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.
  • All samples will continue to be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


I was grateful that we hadn’t gone far when Nazurl indicated that we’d lost our pursuers, and we had a chance to slow down a little. I had no idea where were, but Nazurl seemed to have a rough idea.

“I’m going to need your muscles again” She said,pointing to a ladder leading to another huge drain cover. Sunlight streamed down through the two holes, and it couldn’t have been a more welcome sight.

However, I found myself hoping that it opened into a quiet alleyway, or something, because I reeked of sewer slime, and my fur felt matted around the muzzle.

I shifted back to human form, and made a grab forNazurl’s backpack, wanting the clothes that she’d packed, before I even considered opening that drain. Ripping the bag off her shoulders, I pulled it open, and was disappointed to see only a pair of jogging bottoms and a pair of flip flops. In the middle of fall, Nazurl had chosen to outfit me in the least amount of clothing possible, without getting me arrested.

I growled in frustration, but then I also had to consider that she had probably had very little warning that I was investigating Jimmy’s death. And even less that we were going to have to escape a bunch of gun toting maniacs.

Climbing the ladder carefully, I wrapped one arm round the top rung of the ladder and shoved hard against the huge steel cover.Thankfully it gave way a little easier than the one in the Cup’s storeroom had,and I slid it to one side carefully.

I heard Nazurl climbing below me, and hauled myself up into the sunlight, blinking to try and adjust to the harsh light. Shouts and laughter greeted me as I finally managed to get my bearings, and people had started to notice something out of the ordinary happening.

“Bagley Hall” I muttered to myself as the double arched entryway caught my eye. I could hear the fountain running behind me, and I paused there half in, half out of the manhole cover, not believing our bad luck.

A yell from below reminded me that I wasn’t the only one trying to get out of the darkness below, and I finally climbed the rest of the way out. Leaning down through the hole, I helped Nazurl work her way into the sunlight, before sliding the cover back into place. Even if our pursuit hadn’t located us yet, there was no reason to believe that they wouldn’t be close by, and I didn’t want to leave them any clues as to which way we’d gone.


Midweek Mumbles – I’m A Winner At NaNoWriMo!

NaNoWriMo Winner 2018

I’m officially a NaNoWriMo winner, as off 7:30pm on November 27th 2018.

Today was a surprisingly amazing day of writing. I wrote over 4,000 words and finished NaNoWRiMo three days ahead of the deadline.

“Of Wolves And Men” now sits at a nice 50,163 words, and I’m reaching the half-way marker. Things are only going to get more interesting for our hero from here on out.

What Now?

  • I’m going to keep writing hard and fast until the end of the month
  • Then I’m going to slow down a little so I can work out the end of the story before I reach it
  • I’ll keep posting the Friday Insight posts until just before the novel reaches it’s end

If you’re interested in seeing where my NaNoWriMo total finishes, check out my profile.

Friday Insight #2 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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This month I’m writing hard and fast, in an attempt to get the draft of “Of Wolves And Men” finished. And you’re invited to a peek behind the curtain…

  • Each Friday between now and the end of the month, I’m posting a sample of what I’ve written that week.
  • That could mean you see samples out of sequence, depending on what section of the outline I decide to write.
  • All the samples will be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


There was a very strong odor of blood, that slight metallic tinge to the air was unmistakable. I couldn’t tell if it was human blood, but not whether the source was a mortal or a supernatural with a mortal origin. To be honest, I was only able to tell that much, because I could be sure it wasn’t from any animal that lived in the wilder areas around the city. If I was able to pick up the scent from this side of a locked door, there had to be a lot of it, or the air conditioning units would carry the scent away.

Rattling the door gave me a feel for how deep the bolt ran into the door jamb, and it didn’t feel as though it went too far into the door jamb. I gave the handle another few shakes, just to see if I could pop the lock. The trick worked on my apartment door sometimes, not that I’d informed my landlady. She’d have replaced it within seconds, and I’d have lost the means to get in after a night of drinking.

Why hadn’t the STF covered this kind of situation in my training? Did the Chief not trust me enough to handle gaining entry to a locked room? Despite my efforts, Jimmy’s door remained firmly locked, so I decided to try something I’d seen on TV.

Pacing for a moment, I though about what I was about to do, and then shooed the crowd back a few paces, to give myself some room. I squared up with the door, and stepped back a few paces, before hurling myself forward, before I convinced myself how crazy that this was a crazy idea.

My shoulder and arm slammed into the door, and I felt a sharp pain right down my arm, which I hadn’t been expecting. Of course, I shouldn’t have trusted old movies, because it felt as though I might have dislocated my shoulder.

Then I remembered a trick that I’d seen Feldman use on one of the training scenarios. He’d kicked the door, rather than charging it. Now I just had to remember exactly how he did it, because I had a feeling that it wasn’t as easy as he made it look.

I backed up a pace from the door, and tried to give the door a test kick, almost falling over in the process. Shuffling forward I tried again, and felt another sharp pain, this time in my heel, as it connected with the door handle, and the name plate fell of the door. There was barely even a dent in the door. My frustration exploded at the same time, and I saw red at the thought that a simple door was going to beat me.


Drop a not in the comments below, and let me know what you think of this insight into my writing process…

Friday Insight #1 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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Some of my long-time followers might be aware that I’ve done an event in November called NaNoWriMo. That’s National Novel Writer’s Month, for those who haven’t heard of it before.

The event has a very simple premise: Between November 1st and November 20th, write 50,000 words.

This year, I’m using it to give myself a kick in the backside, and restart work on “Of Wolves and Men (Shadows Over Seattle: Book One)”, the first full novel in the series.

  • Each Friday between now and the end of the month, I’m going to post a sample of what I’ve written that week.
  • Of course, that could mean you see samples out of sequence, depending on what section of the outline I decide to write.
  • Also, all the samples will be in their rawest, unedited forms, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


I raced across the asphalt of the Silver Cloud Hotel’s parking lot, with the stench of early morning exhaust stinging my nostrils. I’d lost sight of my quarry as he’d dodged between parked cars, but I was certain he’d been making his way toward Broadway.

There was no point in him trying to double-back past me to the rear of the parking lot, because that’s where I’d found him crouched over his victim. I’d very deliberately pulled out my cellphone and started making the motions of dialing for assistance. If that hadn’t been enough, I’d also started faking the conversation with an imaginary dispatcher.

He’d taken off fast, climbing the rear wall of the parking structure, ripped off the wire mesh covering the opening to the mid-level and slipping between the bars that stopped cars from driving off the mid-level.

I’d stopped to check on his victim and realized that this was more likely a vampire feeding than a mugging. The middle-aged, woman was smartly dressed, but her purse and everything were still on her person, with little sign that the attacker had tried to steal them.

A quick physical check had assured me that she was only unconscious. There were also no signs of injury, so either she’d fainted, or dropped unconscious from exhaustion. I flagged down a couple of passers-by to watch her and assured them that I had medical assistance on the way. When they asked where I was going I told them I wanted to catch her assailant before he got away.

That had been about three minutes ago, and we’d been playing hide-and-seek among the cars and pillars ever since. There are only so many places to hide in a covered parking area, and I was confident that he hadn’t been able to change floors, because I hadn’t heard the stairwell door closing. I knew from personal experience that it tended to stick for a moment before slamming shut the rest of the way.

The longer this game of cat-and-mouse went on, the bigger the chance that he’d manage to slip past me and into the street or find a hiding place to ambush me from. Since I wasn’t happy with either idea I did something I rarely did around so many people and tapped my inner wolf’s sense of smell. I’d only caught a brief look at the person I was tracking, but I’d spotted a couple of things that most people wouldn’t have thought to look for.


Book Spotlight – “Clay and Blood” by Rebekah Jonesy

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Book Blurb

Gillian Gilchrist has no time to rest after completing her first missions for Queen Mab and the goddess Danu. There is still the cleanup to do, and that’s how she finds herself following the trail of devastation left by a rogue fae.
Somehow this one moves through the trees without leaving any trace of its passing, except for the tattered and bloody clothing of its victims.

In the dark woods Gillian can’t tell if the culprit she is tracking is insane, sick, or simply acting out its true nature, but she knows that the only way to find out is to track it, capture it, and question it.
Unfortunately, that means following the scent of the victim’s blood soaked into the soil.

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From The Author

Rebekah Jonesy

Rebekah Jonesy knows stuff about things and isn’t afraid to talk and write about it. Outside of the literary world, she is a mad scientist cook, gardener, Jill of all trades, and military spouse. Inside the literary world she is a devourer of books, publisher, and mentor.

“Rebekah has the best kind of rabies”- JD Estrada
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