It takes desire, motivation and application to accomplish any task, and re-editing a novel is not nearly as glamorous as writing it. But I’m motivated to re-edit my novel Shadowscape – The Stevie Vegas Chronicles because I’m bringing out its 2nd edition in January 2014.

This adventure/fantasy with a touch of spiritualism for young adult readers is very close to my heart because through it I learned a lot about publishing, and now indie publishing. I’ve commissioned a new cover, purchased a new ISBN, edited and re-edited, and managed to write the missing chapter that always was missing. It’s a scene between the protagonist and his arch enemy and it just didn’t feel ‘right’ that it wasn’t there in the original story.

I’m very proud of my efforts thus far because Shadowscape is giving once again to me – it’s teaching me not just about publishing, but more importantly indie publishing which has all the rewards that independent publishing brings. And I have a great desire, motivation and application towards independence in all things.

Shadowscape is the first in a trilogy – the second book Dawn of the Shadowcasters is in production with John Hunt Publishing and will be out in the New Year. In the meantime, here is the prologue which begins the Shadowscape story. Oh, and watch out for my website soon. I’ve just registered my publishing business Caerus Publishing Australia. Caerus is the Greek word for ‘opportunity’. I’m hoping it will come my way in 2014.

PROLOGUE

I haven’t written in this diary for a long, long time. A year, maybe two but it seems like a lifetime ago now…when I was just a kid. I’d really like to go back to that time, before it all started. Things were simple then…

Then the biggest thing I ever got up to was a dare to run through McShady’s motor wrecking yard at a hundred kilometres an hour while he slept in his old timber shed, and before he called the cops. That was before I moved to Smithson with my folks, before I heard of Extra Sensory Perception (ESP) and discovered my talent for making things happen.

Some would say I was getting even with the people that wronged me and my family…when the accident happened. Getting even with the people that hurt my brother Jem and caused my world to come crashing down. Evening the score with the Barron’s. But they didn’t know about It. Yeah, It, the power that changed my life forever. It’s a curse and a power that I still don’t understand, much less control.

I remember when I was 10 years old and I remember my old life in Valley Dale. Dad and mum were happy then – we were a normal family, looked up to and even admired. Now I’m just known as the weird boy who was somehow to blame for Jacob Barron’s accident. Why? Why did we have to move to Smithson – a little black hole of a place in the middle of nowhere, with an evil centre that’s rotten to the core?

Some people would say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can’t disagree with that. You see now that I know what I know, I wish I didn’t know it and to be honest, I’m not sure how to get past that. I can’t forget what I know…or what I’ve seen. It’s no coincidence. It can’t be.

Life’s strange and this power I’ve got, that I sure as hell don’t want, makes me a little bit stranger.

This will be my last entry for a while, though it helps to write it all down. I really need to figure this thing out in my head and make sense of what’s happened. The only way I can do that is to stop running and face It.

I can hear the thoughts again, like soft voices in the wind. I know its Jacob Barron’s family cursing the day we ever came to town. And I can hear my mum’s thoughts…she’s sad and wishing for Valley Dale too.

And I can hear him – Jacob Barron – his voice, far off, like he is talking to someone, or something.

He can’t be. He’s in a coma and the doctors say he’ll never recover. But that’s not what I’m hearing.

He’s making a deal with someone to get well again. Someone all powerful and I know it’s not God. Their voices are menacing and dark, like they come from the other side of a veil, a dark veil that no-one would ever want to see through.

But my strange powers have opened a doorway through to this world and, like it or not, I’ve got to learn how to survive in this evil mindscape.

I wish I was back in McShady’s wrecking yard where the only thing I had to fear was buckshot in my backside and a ride home in the police car. Now, I have to fear for my life.

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