Bash! Crash! SMASH! It's book experiment #1!

Bet you can imagine where I found the inspiration to write about giant monsters?

Every day, when Hubs and I get home from work (or a five minute trip to the corner store), Fabes greets us. And this is no mere wag or happy yip. No. It is A PRODUCTION.

It begins with the toy selection. Critical, as it sets the tone for what follows. If she picks Sheepy, you know you're both a) one of her favorite people and b) she's gearing up for a full scale showing. 

Then the parade begins. 

The tail wags furiously, swinging back and forth with the force of a superhero-worthy energized whip. That lethal weapon beats in joyful tattoo against furniture and legs, setting a gleeful rhythm. 

Next, comes the prancing. 

Toy clutched in her teeth, body vibrating with excitement, she parades in a proud circle around our coffee table. 

And last -- but not least -- she will clear everything off the coffee table with one swipe of her mighty tail. (Oh, and I mean everything). Tissue box. Controllers. Bills. That one pen I can never remember to put away? All of it goes flying. 

That's the tail wag way:

Bash. Crash. Smash.

DESTRUCTION. 

Then, of course, Fabes parades through the destruction. 

So it's probably no surprise that one of my book experiments features giant creatures. I've delved into mythology, drawing upon tails of ancient titans and Norse mythology. I'm also weaving in my love for strange, futuristic versions of our world, and main characters about to discover what they can do.

Welcome to EXPERIMENT #1.

I have a title in mind for this project. But I'm going to wait to share it -- because I'd love to hear your thoughts after reading. 

Now, this story might be a Dee J. Holmes story... or it might be a Dee St. Holm story. I don't quite know yet! There are augmented warriors, strange magics, and people struggling to survive in the face of overwhelming odds. So, honestly, it could go either way. 

I hope you enjoy the chapters! They're different from what I've been writing in my zombieverse -- and insisted on being written in first person present tense, which is a pretty wild swing for me. But hey, what the muse dictates, the muse receives -- at least this time. 

Luv,
Dee