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On the third day I stood in the lunch room again staring out at all the tables and all the little groups chatting away, laughing with each other and I thought, fuck it. Why am I standing here like some unpopular loser? I fucking saved the world three times and faced down the devil. I was going to sit where ever the fuck I wanted to. I deliberately picked the table full of football players. Maybe I was just looking for trouble.

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I’m fucking terrified of my father, but that doesn’t mean I listen to him. I still run away. I’ve done it so many times I’ve lost count. Satan brings me back every time, though I’ve found ways to keep away for longer. Like cemeteries. If I hide in a cemetery it’s much harder for him to find me since it’s a place that stands between worlds.

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Mew-Mew closed his eyes, and I felt his life slip away. He was too young, and I loved him too much and I wasn’t going to let some asshole in an SUV take him away from me. So I pushed his soul back into his body. I don’t know how I did it, but he started breathing again. I looked at the damage to his body and I knew he couldn’t stay like that. He asked me what was going on and I told him I wasn’t going to let him die.

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It’s the beginning of a new year, so I thought I’d share the beginning of Not My Apocalypse:

My name is Alex Holden, and I’m the Antichrist. It’s not like I had choice about it. My father is the Devil, my mom is a crazy Satanist bitch (and no I don’t mean the Anton Levey kind of Satanist, I mean the old school actual devil worshiping type). I fucking hate them both and my life would be much happier if I never saw either of those fuckers again. My step father, too. Sometimes I feel sorry for the poor bastard, since he’s really just there for good PR when I start my political career.

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I’m declaring 2012 “The Year of No Fear”. What I mean is that I won’t let fear stop me from doing something. I’m embarking on self-publishing in February, releasing my first novel into the wild, and hoping to put two more books out for a total of three in 2012. This is the year I take control of my career and push myself to take chances.

Fear almost stopped me from having one of the best writing experiences of my life. Last fall, I was toying with the idea of doing my own version of The Phantom of the Opera. I was afraid it was too ambitions, too arrogant, and would require too much research. My writing buddy helped convince me I should go for it, and I’m so glad I did. Erik’s Tale changed my life. I know it sounds dramatic but it’s true. That book showed me writing from my heart could do amazing things and while at times it was difficult and scary, I kept going, driven by love. Whenever I think about Erik’s Tale, I smile. And it almost didn’t happen because I was too afraid.

So in 2012 I’m going to remember that and make sure fear doesn’t hold me back. I’m still going to be afraid, and that’s ok. But I’m going to take a step back and examine my fear and consider the worst thing that could happen if I go ahead with it. Then I’m going to consider the worst thing that could happen if I don’t do it. I’m betting that in almost every case, not taking the chance is going to be worse. I can only succeed if I take chances, and taking chances means that I risk failure. I probably will fail. So what. Failure is the price of success. I’m going to look at my failures and say “ok, that didn’t work. Maybe this new thing will.”

I’d like you to join me in The Year of No Fear. Be bold. Take risks. Write what scares you, and share it with the world.

Looking back on 2011, here’s what I’ve done:

January: First pass edits on Through the Fire, started Erik’s Tale

March: first pass edits on Air Pirates

April/May: second pass on Through the Fire

May: Finished Erik’s Tale, started Taming the Darkness

August: Finished Taming the Darkness

September: second pass edits on Air Pirates, first pass edits on Erik’s Tale

October: Finished second draft of Erik’s Tale and sent to beta readers

November: started and finished Not My Apocalypse

December: work on final draft of Through the Fire

Total words written: 150,123

Three first drafts finished (2 novels, 1 novella)

Books put up for sale: none

“God is going to take us to where the devil is. All of us,” he added, cutting off the question I was about to ask. Then he told us where the devil was and I told him to repeat it. I hadn’t heard him wrong.

We were going to fight Satan. On the moon.

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Here Alex speaks with the goddess Hel:

“I heard you were a brave one, but I wanted to see for myself. A parent does not always breed true, and the child can be quite different.”

Oh, how I fucking hoped that was true. “Lucifer is my father but that doesn’t mean I’m like him.”

“You have the same boldness.”

“But I’m not an asshole.”

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I won my 5th straight NaNoWriMo with this crazy romp of a story. In this six, Alex fights with his father (the devil):

He hit me so hard I heard my ears ringing and I tasted blood in my mouth. “You will obey me, no matter how many times I have to beat it into you.”

“Cause that’s worked so well before.” It hurt to talk through my busted mouth, but it was worth it. He growled and I kicked out at him again, trying to aim higher. I missed his balls but I connected with his hip.

When Fenrir came into sight I felt like I wanted to go find somewhere to hide. He was bigger than Skoll and he looked nastier. He looked like he was having a hell of a good time tearing shit up and showed no signs of slowing down. I held Excalibur tighter and Odin’s son said, “Come on!”

I shoved the fear down and we ran at the huge wolf. He stopped smashing the building he was standing in the middle of and looked down at us.

Guys, this book is so. Much. Fun.