It's 4th of July weekend here in the US. I used to really like it, back when I was younger. We'd have a cook-out with friends, or go camping, then in the evening go watch fireworks. But also, back then, fireworks without a license were illegal in my state, and in my town. It's not now. And , it's not just one night of my neighbors setting off bang after bang late into the night. No, it's a week of it. It's a week of little sleep, since my jobs usually require being up by 5 am. I'm too old for this! I need my sleep. The sun breaking through the trees during a recent walk at the local Nature Center. This week's Snippet comes from my current WIP, Delicious . I'm slowly making headway on this novella, having gone past the halfway mark. Hanson is the contractor Grady hired to refurbish the old house he'd bought, sight unseen. They spoke on the phone, but didn't meet until the work was almost done. This snippet is from Hanson's POV: The gu...
I've starting to feel like Blind Ante and Cut Shot are never getting published. Always, there is something else that has a higher priority. I'm working on a novella at the moment for a project at the end of the year. Since it's a group project, it's front and center. And since I'm a slow writer, it'll probably take me all summer to finish the first draft. I need life to slow down! In this snippet from Blind Ante , Jordan has come into the bar where Reese works. He's not usually much of a drinker, but on this one night, there is something obviously bothering him. After a couple of shots and a beer, he starts singing. The little ditty has significance later in the story. Do you recognize it? Reese went back to work, tossing bottles and flirting, but he kept an eye on Jordan as he sat with his jaw resting on his palm. He was staring off into space, his mind floating somewhere far away. Jordan began to sing, so low Reese could barely hear. “Pete and Repeat, si...
I don't have words for this last week. So I'm just going to leave it at that. I did go spend the night with my daughter and her partner over the weekend (they live 3 hours away). Sometimes you just need your family. This weekend's snippet comes from Like Cracks in the Sidewalk . It's 1995. James and Val are taking a walk during the early days of their relationship. Told from James' POV: Val's face was smooth, relaxed. I’d not noticed how tense he normally was until he wasn’t. How had I missed that? I ran my thumb across his cheek-bone, forgetting where we were, and tilted my head as I leaned down to kiss him. He parted his lips without any hesitation, drawing me in, and it was sweeter than any kiss in all of history. The birds chirped their song over our head and the wind rustled the leaves, and yet, the only sound I heard was the small moan Val made at the back of his throat as he pressed against me. Every second was magnified and expanded, wrapping us in a bu...
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