Monthly Archives: February 2012

Books in Threes are The Bees Knees!

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I must admit I haven’t done much writing this week. Not sure why, but don’t judge me. Anyway, I have done a lot of thinking. I have decided on a title (I think). “Fateful Deceit”. I have decided how I want the cover art to look (I hope). Although, I’m not sure I feel like drawing it up myself. Any takers? No? We move on…Most importantly, I decided to make the novel a a TRILOGY (a word I love), because all of the most popular books nowadays (a word my mother loved) are part of a series. I was even toying with the idea of making a super long series like Alex Cross or Kay Scarpetta, but I don’t think I have that in me. I have already thought of a way to carry my current story into one more book. Now, I’m just waiting for that third idea to pop into my head (at some inopportune time, I’m sure).

But I did do a little dabbling last night. I added that ‘extra’ to Chapter 7, remember? Short Shorts guy? I also corrected a couple of content mistakes that my darling husband pointed out for me when he read Chapters 11 and 12. But that’s about it. After Super Bowl though (Go G-Men!), I’ll be sure to get back to it! Chapter 13 awaits completing!

In the meantime, here’s another excerpt from Chapter 3 that describes Brighthouse’s partner, Blakely. After him, there is only one more main character to introduce you to! Try to maintain your composure…

“Slightly more seasoned than Brighthouse, with five years of service under his belt, Officer Blakely’s time on the force was beginning to show. A peppering of gray was starting to crop up around the hairline of his dark, close-cut hair, his broad shoulders were shrinking, and he was becoming somewhat round in the middle. In addition, he was much more content with leaving well enough alone. His days of over-zealous investigations were worlds behind him and his handful of years on the force had created a cynicism that clashed mightily with Brighthouse’s fanaticism. As far as he was concerned, if you hear hoof-beats, you think horses. Brighthouse, on the other hand, would like nothing more than to be absolutely sure that he didn’t hear zebras or water buffalo. In other words, Blakely knew that with a suspicious circs call, this was going to be a very long night with his good old friend, Officer Brighthouse.”

Who wears short shorts?!?!

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I know what you’re thinking: that this post refers to the unseasonably warm weather and one’s natural inclination to break out their teeniest shorts. But no. This post refers to a guy… at my gym…a tall guy, with… very… short… shorts. He’s an older gentleman with silver hair, and pale, hairy limbs. He’s always there. Wearing the same sleeveless, white shirt and the same barely-there, blue shorts. The first time I saw him he was doing squats across from the mat where I was doing crunches. I have no idea if he’s a fishning man or not, but every time I came up to the height of my crunch, I saw his, ahem, ‘tackle box.’ And this is how I always come in contact with him. Squatting, straddling, crouching, tackle box on full display…And the best part is that as far as I can tell, he’s not doing it on purpose. In fact, he seems completely unaware! You wanna know something else he’s completely unaware of? I just added him to Chapter 7. As a literary extra. Because I like to amuse myself.

Anyway, here’s a  an excerpt from Chapter 3, describing Officer Jason Brighthouse (who you met in the summary of Chapter 3 when you read the post before last. You did read the post before last, right? If not, quick, go read all the posts! Go!)

“Brighthouse’s voice was boyish and playful, just like his appearance. Even though he was 6’3″ and well built, his big, green eyes housed an infinite innocence. In addition, his light brown curls framed his clean-shaven face, giving him a young, fresh, frat-boy look. Ever the optimist in hoping they had drawn a killer case (pun definitely intended), he always assumed there was foul play. There could be some poor soul, hanging from a rope, suicide note taped to their forehead, and Brighthouse would still want to investigate “all possible avenues.” Only on the force eighteen months, he still acted pretty green. All he ever wanted to do was investigate. For this reason, his colleagues teased him, calling him Officer “Lighthouse,” since he was always searching for a hint of light among the darkness. He was dis-illusioned to the point of de-lusion and it frustrated the hell out of his partner.”