What did I just write?
I’m a writer, as in I have to write to silence the characters in my head that are begging to have their stories told. I really have no choice, I must write.
I admit most of my writing is done in my own personal niche in the garage. Yes, I said in the garage. Don’t worry the weather wont bother me. I have a heater for winter and a fan for summer. I even have a comfy chair for visitors to my lair.
I do occasionally venture out of my lair. Where do I go?Continue reading
Every writer I know enjoys a hot beverage of some kind while they craft words into stories. I’m no exception. The above photo contains my three favorite vessels for hot caffeine delivery. Each one has a story behind it, I’ve decided to share those steamy tales.
Going from Left to Right:
The mug on the left is one of my own creation, in fact followers of my blog may recognize it from an earlier post. I commissioned this piece of artwork and decided I wanted to surround myself with it so I had some photo mugs made using the artwork. I feel my words have fighting spirit and wanted to be able to hold it in my hand hence the mug.Continue reading
All of a sudden I realized what my novel needed. The other side of the story. All of my chapters were from the protagonists point of view. While I had developed the antagonist in a character sketch most of these details were missing from the novel itself.
I have set about adding the necessary chapters into my novel. Yes this will add time to me completing the manuscript but it will make it better much better. I also feel that this will make the novel more likely to be published. With the knowledge that all of the great thrillers and even the Harry Potter novels contain such chapters I write on with a new intensity I have not felt for a long while.
As a reward for following my blog here is yet another excerpt.
Kate wandered around taking in her surroundings before sitting with her back against the well. Her head was pounding and she was exhausted, but it was not yet time for sleep she needed a plan. After a short while the puzzle pieces began to fall into place a picture of what was to come was forming in her head. Her thoughts gathered she stood and started to head back towards the monastery. The sound of an approaching vehicle stops her. It was way to late for normal people to be out wandering these back roads, was the only thought that flashed through her mind, as she lay prone near the gravel path. Her eyes are sweeping the area when she thinks she sees someone out of the corner of her eye. Just then the car began to slow, it turned off its headlights.
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Upon reaching the apartment on the upper level of the bar, she encountered a locked door. Just as she was about to knock, she heard the distinct sound of a shotgun being cocked.
“Stop!” yelled Kate “It’s Claire. I brought a friend. We have come to get you out of here.”
“We thought you were those fools returning,” said Paul.
“We need to talk, but not here. It’s too dangerous,” stated Kate.
“Okay,” Paul said. “We will go with you, but we have to take Sam.”
“Sam,” repeated Kate with a puzzled look. Just then a large cat wandered into the room and started sniffing Kate’s shoes.
“That’s Sam,” explained Paul.
“Okay. Sam can join us. Just hurry. I overheard them planning to come back.”
Kate, hearing three blasts of a horn, scooped up the cat and said, “We must go now!”
Dominic lay in the prone position under the pews his weapon trained on the door. Kate took up a position just inside the door and sent a series of three clicks over the radio. There was no response. Kate wanted to go outside and help her partner, but knew that if anyone came in here Dominic might not be able to stop them from taking the prisoners. Several moments passed, she exited the church to find Collin loading an unconscious bound and gagged man into the back of the van.
“Don’t tell me we are ignoring the radio again, “ she called out.
Nope I won’t tell you where in the manuscript this comes from….
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