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I decided to start writing a mystery during this year’s National Novel Writing Month. For one thing, it’s time to live up to the name of my blog. But the real reason – I think – is this: I need to try using an outline or formula for writing a long narrative, and it [Continue reading] I’m thinking about November and National Novel Writing Month. (Who reading this blog isn’t?) Last year I started NaNoWriMo with a page or two of scribbled notes and little else. Now, almost a year later, I’ve still got an unfinished draft with some decent characters and snazzy scenes, as well as a bunch of dead ends [Continue reading] I’m back….. A and I took a 2 ½ week road trip, during which I intended to post occasional nuggets from the road that wended its way up through North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine, and then back down to North Carolina. Well, the road trip to anywhere is paved [Continue reading] Becca ignored the ‘no trespassing’ sign to her right and continued down the long driveway. Dry leaves crackled as she stepped across them on the broken concrete. So much for quiet. She reached the door and stopped. Of course it would be locked. Of course she would be breaking the law. [Continue reading] I honestly thought it was Friday this morning, so I posted this, then hid it when I realized it was Thursday, then decided, who cares what day it is? Just in case you were still worrying about poor Libby’s fate…… ** She opened her eyes. The sun was too bright; trees [Continue reading] You know from an earlier post that we had snow last week-end. Saturday night we went with friends to a new place in town to listen to some live music, eat, and have a couple of beers. Because the performer was a decent musician (and his mother was the original tap dancer at the county [Continue reading] More than 55, but a lot shorter than the original dialogue. A little piece from Tap Dancing at the County Fair. ** Earl waved from his post next to an old charcoal grill in the backyard. He was tending something and flipped it over carefully. “Squirrel.” Becca gulped and nodded. Reba came out the back door to watch: [Continue reading] Ann Linquist posted an interesting writing prompt on her blog, and I thought about how I would respond to her question: What is one of the worst lies you ever told? A better question for me today — and the one I’m gonna answer — is: What is one of the worst lies you [Continue reading] Angela’s attention wandered as Reed became more animated. Who cared about red wolves, anyway? They might as well be red Cadillacs, for all it mattered to her. She was a numbers person, tracking how many wolves there were over time. If they died out, so what? There would always be [Continue reading] |
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