Eric adjusted his bangs and slid the heavy knitted ski mask down over his flushed checks. Then he pulled out the long knife and looked it over before sliding it back into place. He peered into the bright house through the open door at his next victim. When their eyes met Eric squeaked “Trick-or-Treat!”
I’ve written so much of this story and I’ve weaved it so close that I can’t just go in and delete scenes. So I’ve decided to do a complete rewrite from chapter 13 forward. It’s exciting and scary at the same time. I get to place my characters in new situations that hadn’t occurred to […]
I did it. I signed up for the National Novel Writing Month. Check out my nifty new word counter on the right. Now my brain is full of ideas for the novel and I’m fighting not to start. I had to get out of bed at 5am this morning to write the first paragraph. It […]
Yesterday I drove three hours to visit my grandmother in the hospital. Four weeks ago she had five-way bypass surgery on her heart and a week ago she had surgery on one of her kidneys. She’s eighty-five years old and a newlywed. In 1955 my grandfather died of brain cancer leaving my grandmother a widow […]