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This last week I was asked by my potential illustrator to send more information concerning the main character in Crow. The whole idea is that I wanted a certain scene of the novel displayed for the front cover. What I didn’t realize is that when I sent him the scene, I forgot to add a detailed description of the character. Given that this novels’ first draft was written a good 5-8 years ago, it has been sometime since I have taken a good look at Jocren, when he was first introduced. So, I decided to write up a new profile for him. In doing so, I realized that there were a few minor details that I had left out. So now, (Yes. I realize that I’m using ‘so’ quite often, but I’m trying to get this piece written, so cut me some slack please) I need to go back into the text and add these few missing bits. It’s nothing serious. A line here, a line there and possibly a line to a rod, to help the poor fisherman catch a ten-pound bass.

My intentions with this entry are to generate interest in this up coming novel. My hope is that this novel will be released this sometime this year. So, I hope dear readers, that this will whet your appetite.

Sincerely,

Richard Polk

Character Profile

Main character name: Jocren

Height: 6.2 ft- about

Weight: 132

Hair Color: Jet Black

Body Structure: thin frame, tall and lanky. Sharp facial features. A pair of wings tucked neatly behind his back.

Eye color: I assume that he has dark brown- nearly black eyes- will need to check to see if this in the novel- father has dark eyes and black hair

Family:

Father: Dr. Jocren Rotter- the villain of the story.

Mother: Jillian- A – deceased

Sister: Jill. Named after the mother. Kidnapped by Dr. Rotter to be used as leverage against Jocren

Helga: A Dragtonian spinster who raised Jocren and Jill after the untimely death of their Mother Jillian -A

Race

Jocren and Jill are one of a kind mixed race. Dr. Rotter is Crowdidyian and Jillian- A – their mother is Dragtonian. This makes Jocren and Jill a mixture of both and highly desirable to the Crowdidyians and Dr. Rotter in particular, due to their unique genetic makeup they possess they key to freeing Crow (the Crowdidyians god).

Dress: Nothing is specifically mentioned or at none that I can find. So, I assume that since he’s a thief by trade, that he wears loose fitting shoes and boots. Given more of the bad boy kind of vibe- black pants and shirt that contrast with his white/ pale skin. The shirt will have the company logo on it CIR- Crow Institute of Research- now I need to put this into the novel….

Weapons: Jocren had two blasters on his hips- Dead Mark x13, with silencers

Since NaNoWRiMo is over and I didn’t even get close to the goal of finishing the novel, I need to figure out how best I’m going to proceed. Part of me wants to drop this novel and begin working on the publishing of the first book of Crow. This piece has been finished for a couple of years now…. I did the final draft over a year ago…I think. But another part of me wants to finish this first draft, then publish Crow. I’ve even entertained the idea of publishing traditionally, but it all comes down to having not enough time. Every time I try to do anything production in this area, something always comes up that requires my immediate attention. It’s like something is saying not yet. You are not to do this yet and yet; I feel that time is slipping away. I know that I’m not getting any younger and yet, I really don’t feel any older. This is my true emotions right now. It feels like I’m in a rut, that just doesn’t go anywhere. When I was younger, I was filled with all these dreams. I felt, I knew, that I would be making a difference in the world…afterall with all those idiots running around, I would surely be making my way quickly to the top…I mean how hard could it be?

And now, I’m one of those idiots. No, I didn’t make it to the top. I’m still on the bottom, barely scraping by just to survive and yet there are those who are worst off then me. I have a loving wife, two beautiful nieces, a supporting mother-in-law, parents who love me and siblings that I mostly get along with. I also have my own house, even though it seems that every week I’m doing some kind of work to the house…It’s still my own place to lay my head…and there is a lot of people who don’t have this.

So don’t get me wrong, I am grateful, this was just not the life I was expecting or even planned on. Now comes the part where I say something witty about how life is like this…. but what is the point? You know, when I first started writing this piece, I did not even plan for it to go in this direction, but it did and now that these emotions are out and, on the page, I don’t regret them, though now I’m trying to figure out how to end this piece, so that I can get ready to go pick my wife up at 3pm. As I said, I didn’t get done the writing I had planned to do, this is no where near an outline, but it was what was needed to be written and that is good enough for me.

Sincerely,

Richard Polk

My intentions

What to do now?