Monday, December 22, 2025

Better Late Than Never



Once upon a time, I had a cast of characters that wouldn't stop chatting in my head. They lived rent-free in my headspace, telling me the details of their stories, allowing me to bring them to life and introduce them to the world. I even had a few that jumped in the pages ahead of schedule, and completely compromised the timeline of storytelling. It was as if the chapters wrote themselves, bringing out characters that were not meant to show themselves just yet, and that was how the writer's block began. I couldn't just hit the backspace button and delete those chapters. They were good chapters, and the writing was absolutely outstanding, but the original content that was supposed to go in its place no longer fit the storyline. And that just fucked everything up. 

Many moons ago, back in 2012, I published the first book in The Draven Witch Series. Blood Magic was written just as it should have been, sticking to the timeline, and those characters just wouldn't shut up. Originally, Blood Magic was supposed to be a standalone, much longer in length, with everything condensed to fit in the one book. But those damn characters just wouldn't shut the fuck up. As I wrote down notes and created an outline, I realized Blood Magic would be the first book in a series. It was the only way to give these characters and their stories the full attention needed.

  Then, while writing book two, Blood Vengeance, the backstory of certain characters came to life, allowing the Draven Dynasty Novelette Series to be born and the Blood Destiny to fully come to life on its pages. This only led me to wanting to give other characters their own backstory in the novelette series. The ideas were coming left and right. Then, while writing book three, Blood Wrath, I completely fucked myself. Characters that were not supposed to come to life until book four decided, let's jump the gun and reveal ourselves now. And because the chapters that I feel as if they wrote themselves were so good, I couldn't just delete them. Putting me in a predicament. I couldn't move forward with what I initially wanted to write; it just wouldn't work. I had to completely rethink everything and map out a completely different story timeline for book four.

Eventually, I decided to pull the books from publication and, with a heavy heart, said goodbye to being Zoey Sweete. But that part of me still lingered, and still put pen to paper, but the words were not something I wanted to share with the world. Then, something in me changed. I decided to share those words with the world, bringing to life the wreckednwicked blog, but it only seemed right to do so as Zoey Sweete. And I was hot and heavy for a while, and then life happened, throwing this and that at me. I put myself on the back burner and prioritized everything else. 

Finally, I was given the ultimate wake-up call, giving me no other choice but to start putting myself first. In March of 2025, I was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure, with my blood pressure at 261/140. If I had waited any longer than I did, I would have had a heart attack. I began thinking of all the things I had left unfinished because I never made time for myself. It was about that time a Facebook memory popped up. It was a dear friend/fan sharing a Draven Witch Series memory, tagging me in it, and saying how much they missed the series. It was the pivotal moment that I needed. Even though it had been years since the last publication and the third book was written, there were still those hoping for a finale. Their hope gave me the motivation to finally find the faith I had lost in myself, and after all this time, finish what I started so long ago. It was time to finish the series and bring Blood Fury to life. But those chatty cathy characters still had nothing to say. 

So, I began the process of rebooting and republishing Blood Magic. I found a series of stock images from Adobe and purchased them. If I was going to do this, I was doing everything myself, covers and all. Then, KDP cock blocked me, deactivating my account until I was able to prove I was the author Zoey Sweete and owned all the publishing rights. But after a long uphill battle and thorough investigation, KDP found I was the author Zoey Sweete and held all the publishing rights. My account was reactivated, and Blood Magic was brought back to life. Soon after, Blood Vengeance followed.

 Although I soon found that any content for book four had been lost, and all my original notes and story timelines had not been saved on any of my flash drives. I would have to start from scratch, and that absolutely sucked, until I began reading through Blood Wrath. Those chatty Cathy characters started being chatty once more, and the brainstorming for Blood Fury began. And not just the content for book four, but piecing the Draven bloodline together from the beginning. 

Now, I have to take all those brainstorming ideas and put them in an outline, or the bones of the story. Then, I'll have to add meat to those bones and fill in all the details. And in those details, I want to expand on some things that were left open-ended in the previous books. It will be the whole truth and nothing but the truth about the Draven lineage and put everything in perspective. Do I have an ending for Blood Fury? Yes. Will it be the one everyone wants or wishes for? No. But it will be the ending needed, and Renee Draven deserves. I also plan on finishing the Draven Dynasty novelette series, too. There are back stories that still need their finale, too. So, hang in there, we're almost to the finish line. Better late than never....


Friday, July 18, 2025

And there...

 And what if, one day, you find yourself faced with a chance opportunity to revisit the past. The story that spreads across your skin, the ink marking the memory with each tattoo, faded but remains. And what if, you are presented with the same choices as before. Do you rewrite that chapter or do you leave the ending as is? 




Copyright 2025

Zoey Sweete 

Monday, July 14, 2025

Hello From the Other Side

 It has been quite some time since I posted, but without further ado, I am saying hello from the other side. The other side of where you may ask. The right side of wrong, where everything has gone left. But that is the beautiful thing, there is no in-between there. You are either drowning in the abyss of your hell or reborn in its darkness, dusting off the ashes you rose from, realizing you finally found your way back.

During my MIA, I had a reality check that made me see my world from a completely different perspective. Rather odd how we see things more vividly when confronted by the thought of death, or in my case, my heart failing me. Now, with the world that surrounds me in chroma color, the clouds have cleared, and I have finally found those brilliant blue eyes to light my path once more. 

Allowing forgiveness and restoring faith in the freedom that those brilliant blue eyes gave me. Knowing that regardless of how dark my soul can be, he will always take me anyway he can get me, loving me despite light or dark, chaos or peace. He will reflect the opposite of whatever I am and endure. 

And on that path of the right side of wrong, and where everything has gone left, we found each other, once more in the madness of it all. That love just doesn't go anywhere, even when we do. It waits, silently, patiently, never straying, knowing that eventually we will find our way back from Hell to one another. And once more, there was the Spark and her Beast with wings. Existing only when together, and standing still when apart. 


Monday, September 30, 2024

Time for a teaser.......





And from the depths of the darkest part of the cold empty abyss, I unleashed her and allowed her to consume every bit of my essence. She consumed every bit of my existence, rising from the ashes, reborn of darkness. I felt alive sparking my little black heart back to life. But my beautiful monster did not allow all or anything to be left undone or unsaid. Not only was the door open and ripped off the hinges, but so was I. I was angry at all that had been left by the ones who got there first and what I had become because of it. 


~excerpt from current WIP~

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Whatever You Go There You Are





Something wicked this way comes you say? If I were the reader, my question would be, "And what sort of adventure are you taking me on? Are we taking a long-awaited trip to the Draven dimensions or diving into the dark depths of the abyss?" 

Oh, how long it's been since we found ourselves in the fiery pit of Tarrak or dream-walking with Damaskeos, doing what he does best to Draven. That road is still under construction for repairs and repaving. I want to ensure that its rebirth back into this world is written the way it should have always been. Seeing that I brought characters forth in book 3 that were scheduled for book 4, I have to rework my timeline. But be patient my dears, we will walk with the witch again. 

However, plunging into the endless abyss and finally freeing all the darkness in those depths below, is the course I set sail on recently. I have also realized that sometimes all someone needs is another letting them know it's okay to not be okay. To give them a bit of hope when they have none. Knowing that someone somewhere else in this world has taken that journey allows us to feel less alone. 

I have taken those roads less traveled, walking the overgrown path, feeling like I did not have a friend in the world. How beautiful it would have been to breathe a sigh of relief knowing there was someone else experiencing those things. That even with odds against them, survived the storm and made it ashore after all their torment. 

Now, don't detour dear ones, because both adventures are going to require your presence. I must warn you, that is not the only something wicked I have coming your way. I have other destinations due to be explored and each one gives you insight into just who I am. There will also be frequent flights to being off the fucking chain and subjecting you to the constant crazy that keeps me entertained. I will share stories, telling my theories on the things that keep me awake at night.

There are parts of me I have never shared or disclosed, but just as the human mind fascinates me I would like to do the same for you. Allow you, dear ones, to finally get to know me-not just the woman who wears the mask of being Zoey Sweete. But the woman who went to Hell and Back to be full throttle free-me-Tabetha, Renee. 

Strap in or strap on, but definitely buckle up, it's gonna be a helluva ride. 

Sunday, September 22, 2024

Our Abyss


 

Shall I


Shall I


Where do we begin to end this eternity? Where do we start to unravel our undoing? Where does the destruction end and salvation begin? Shall we set forth on freeing ourselves from this ugly outcome? 

The constant outcome of our story that you keep sealing with your selfish satisfactions and my empty sacrifices. Shall we satisfy your selfish desires once more? Shall I sacrifice my soul, my spark to send you to the swallows of the swirls? 

Shall you drown in the depths this time, or will I? Or shall I become the depths of the abyss and swallow you down, destroying what I created? Destroying the ever after of our eternity, ending the imprint of our existence, shall I?



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