Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Drama in a Small Town: READERS PREFERENCES
Drama in a Small Town: READERS PREFERENCES: I had an interesting meeting with members of the Desert Hearts Romance Readers, a book club that meets at the Sahara West Library in Las Veg...
READERS PREFERENCES
I had an interesting meeting with members of the Desert Hearts Romance Readers, a book club that meets at the Sahara West Library in Las Vegas, Nevada. They shared what they liked and what made them skip pages when reading a romance novel.
Did they prefer sexy love scenes?
Romantic tension?
Vivid descriptions?
Bad boy lovers?
Strong female characters?
Interesting side stories?
A dark plot?
Predictable endings?
I'm looking for feedback from my blog and twitter followers. What makes you pick up a book and be reluctant to put it down? What turns you off? Do you pay attention to strong writing? Are you excited when the author writes a twist you didn't expect? Do you prefer a series?
As an author, I find this information important, Share your views with me.
Did they prefer sexy love scenes?
Romantic tension?
Vivid descriptions?
Bad boy lovers?
Strong female characters?
Interesting side stories?
A dark plot?
Predictable endings?
I'm looking for feedback from my blog and twitter followers. What makes you pick up a book and be reluctant to put it down? What turns you off? Do you pay attention to strong writing? Are you excited when the author writes a twist you didn't expect? Do you prefer a series?
As an author, I find this information important, Share your views with me.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Drama in a Small Town: PICTURES
Drama in a Small Town: PICTURES: Monica, I honestly don’t know how the pictures of you at the office party became public. As soon as I heard Munson had distri...
PICTURES
Monica,
I
honestly don’t know how the pictures of you at the office party became public. As soon as I heard Munson
had distributed copies, I cornered him. He assured me that he received them
from Stottlekamp. I traced them back to Bratton who told me Pitman gave him the
negatives. Somehow, they turned up on the boss’s desk along with my golf scorecard.
I’m so sorry you were fired. It seems
unfair, although Tracerton told me you were making more money at the Black Cat
Club in a day than you made here in a month.
All I can do is wish you the best of
luck in the future. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you. Again, I
am so sorry.
Rob
PS: I made Senior Vice President and play
golf in a foursome at the Country Club with the big-guys every Wednesday morning.
Go figure.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Heart of Fiction: Joyce Brennan: Misplaced
Heart of Fiction: Joyce Brennan: Misplaced: It's my pleasure to welcome Joyce Brennan back to Heart of Fiction. Joyce joined us in January with her book, The Hidden Journal . Tod...
Friday, July 11, 2014
Drama in a Small Town: SHORT STORY
Drama in a Small Town: SHORT STORY: I love to write short stories. Hope you enjoy this one. THE BODY She peeked into her son's room. He was spread out, the same wa...
SHORT STORY
I love to write short stories. Hope you enjoy this one.
THE BODY
She peeked into her son's room. He was spread out, the same way she left him. She sighed. Better to get this over with. He'd never know...never feel the pain.
She quietly closed his door and peered out the front window. Nothing stirred. The street lights flickered in the darkness. The decision made, she grabbed the shovel and the flashlight she had carefully placed next to the door, and walked to the back yard. She hung the light on a branch of a tree and began to dig.
After a few minutes, she stopped to wipe the perspiration from her face. If her husband hadn't left her with a young son, and plagued with debt, she wouldn't have to end things this way. She was out of options.
She inhaled deeply and continued to dig until the hole was deep and wide enough. She took a quick look around to make sure no one watched. At three am, the neighborhood was quiet.
She made a trip back to the house for the body and carefully wrapped him in an old quilt.She dragged the bundle outside, next to the hole. She wished it didn't have to end like this, but it was the only way. She lowered the body into the hole and began to fill the space. Tears threatened, but she sniffed them back.
She'd miss that old dog, but after he died, she couldn't afford to take him to the vet for disposal. Hopefully, her son was too young to miss him, or ask too many questions.
THE BODY
She peeked into her son's room. He was spread out, the same way she left him. She sighed. Better to get this over with. He'd never know...never feel the pain.
She quietly closed his door and peered out the front window. Nothing stirred. The street lights flickered in the darkness. The decision made, she grabbed the shovel and the flashlight she had carefully placed next to the door, and walked to the back yard. She hung the light on a branch of a tree and began to dig.
After a few minutes, she stopped to wipe the perspiration from her face. If her husband hadn't left her with a young son, and plagued with debt, she wouldn't have to end things this way. She was out of options.
She inhaled deeply and continued to dig until the hole was deep and wide enough. She took a quick look around to make sure no one watched. At three am, the neighborhood was quiet.
She made a trip back to the house for the body and carefully wrapped him in an old quilt.She dragged the bundle outside, next to the hole. She wished it didn't have to end like this, but it was the only way. She lowered the body into the hole and began to fill the space. Tears threatened, but she sniffed them back.
She'd miss that old dog, but after he died, she couldn't afford to take him to the vet for disposal. Hopefully, her son was too young to miss him, or ask too many questions.
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