William tossed him into his room, and Jaden collided with the door as it slid shut. The anger he felt was real, even though he was following his first rule of resistance when beneficial. He’d scored a tiny victory in keeping Dalton out of his head for one more day. Today’s rebellion rekindled his desire for immediate freedom.
Though I have written but one novel, (arriving spring of 2011), I have learned a few things to pass on to writers who may be struggling with their own fictional adventures. Jaden Baker was six years in the making. One reason the story took so long to complete was characterization.
Writing characters is a lot like a certain type of parenting. Allow me to explain. Continue reading →
Libby needed drugs. Obvious signs of misery approached, and if she didn’t get her hands on four ibuprofen soon, she would spend the rest of the day in agony, cursing the heavens and all its residents. Restocking her mobile pharmacy (her purse) with a dozen pills for situations like this had never slipped her stupid mind before. Except today. She hated herself. Continue reading →