The Mousetrap Killer is officially in the hands (or on the screens) of beta readers. My baby is out in the world. This marks the first time the book will be in front of eyes that are not set inside my skull. I am equal parts nervous and anxious to receive feedback. It will help make the book the best it can be, and I’m prepared to handle criticism—I just hope they like the overall story.Continue reading “Other Eyes”
Gravel shuffles under my feet. My stride quickens, but am I moving in the wrong direction? A car passes. I don’t know the driver.Continue reading “A Walk”
Hello. Long time, no blog. It’s been almost two months since I’ve posted an update. October is always a busy month—our wedding anniversary, daughter’s birthday, and family member birthdays fill the calendar. Then I blinked and Thanksgiving passed.
Alfie had what the McConnells requested. After this exchange, he’d have enough money to call it a night. He pressed the call button outside the gate.
He waited in the dark—the glass from the overhead light sprinkled on the sidewalk. Alfie wondered what—or who—broke it.
I smile at everyone that passes by, but it’s rare that anyone acknowledges me.
Hollering, broken things, tears. This is what’s left in the wake of his unhinged emotions—the wrath of his fury felt by all when his demands are not met.
They watched Cole. He hated audiences, despised being the center of attention. But there he sat, an exhibition for others to behold. Their eyes fixed on him. It made his skin squirm, like cockroaches skittering across his body.
Call me a Plotter. I like to plan my writing. Not an etched-in-stone master copy. That’s not what I mean. Some writers work well that way, and more power to them. I like to think of my planning/outlining as a roadmap for driving from New York to L.A.
Continue reading “Destination”
Humans and the Visitors are indistinguishable from one another. We look alike. Breathe and eat alike. Even our mating rituals are similar.