With the need to inspire myself for the book I need to finish, here's a snippet. It's paranormal, and third in the Hemstreet Witches Series. The problem has not been that I don't like the characters. The issue the hero will be facing is a huge one, and I have not been sure how to handle it.
The story is about reincarnation and the question of redemption. Can a soul who has done bad things find a way to redeem itself in a future lifetime? If so, what is the price? In the newspapers, we read about human monsters, are shocked at what they have done, and some say they go to hell for eternal punishment. What if that's not what happens after they die?
He's a complicated character as a rancher, multimillionaire, father, lawyer and considering a run for major political office in Arizona. What he has to deal with in terms of his soul, that's not even on his radar as he is a very practical minded person. The life he was living when he was killed in 1901 is someone he's heard very little about. He's about to learn more, and it won't make him happy.
The political aspect is probably what stopped me in September. I needed time to really think about it. I've had the time and still not sure of how to proceed but proceed I will this week.
He had barely gotten in from working, taken a quick shower, and opened a beer when he heard a car driving in. Out on the porch, he watched as Jason got out of his low-slung sports car.
“Hot for March,” he said as his friend stepped onto the porch. “Maybe be an early summer. Want a Nimbus or a Lager?”
“Make it light. I have work yet to do.”
A few minutes later, they were sprawled on the porch lawn chairs and sipping from their beers. “You said you needed to talk,” Asa said.
“Your mother in town?”
Asa shook his head. “On her way back to Flag.”
“All right. Well, for one, we need to go over your meetings for next week. You will need some endorsements.” He handed Asa a sheet of names. “These would be a good start.”
Scanning down them, Asa looked up. “This could all have been covered in an email.”
Jason handed him another sheet. “These are issues likely to come up where you need to have positions.”
“Again—why not an email?”
“For what I want to discuss, emails are less than safe if you are being hacked."
"You could be and besides, I wanted this conversation face to face.”
Asa nodded. “So spit it out.”