Writing to the Rhythm #OpenBook Blog Hop

Jan 4, 2021

How you keep focused during long writing sessions?

My immediate reaction to this week’s prompt? Not very well.

I have a hard time staying focused, and it’s gotten worse as I’ve got older. Even writing this short post, my mind is going in scattered directions, thinking of the things I need to get done. Finish taking down the Christmas decorations. Cook supper. Or maybe splurge and get takeout instead. I’ve had a hankering for Chinese. Balance the bank account. Finish editing the last chapter of The Ranger’s Dogtags and get it ready for my editor. Don’t forget to redo Chapter One. Check my email. Worry about the big project at work in the morning. It’s Sunday, so I need to water my flowers.

I do hold on to a precious hour at the end of the evening to focus on writing. But one hour is not a long session, according to my definition.

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Take me to a cabin somewhere in the mountains, where I can sit on the porch and watch for wildlife. Play some John Denver or classic rock. Give me a pad of paper and several pens. Let me sit and tune in to Mother Nature and find my voice.

That’s a lot to ask for, especially as we aren’t going anywhere these days. Those days will come again.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my late-night hour. I’ve been exploring Celtic folksongs as my background music. (If anyone has a recommendation for an artist to check out, please put it in the comments. I’d love your suggestions.) I’ll put on headphones, open my current writing project, and shut out the rest of the world. Balancing the checkbook can wait until tomorrow.

What can’t wait is checking out the other posts in this blog hop. You can, too, by following the links below.

As always, until next time, please stay safe.

Jan 4, 2021

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Who’s the Boss? The Story or Me? #OpenBook Blog Hop

 

December 28, 2020

Who’s the boss, you or the story?

Let’s switch this around a bit. Who’s the boss, you or the characters in the story? 

I’ve said it before and nothing has changed – my stories are character driven. I can have a rough plot planned out and get a third of the way into the story, only to have the characters turn things around and tell me how the story is REALLY going to go.

One of my favorite examples of this is Tasha from Wolves’ Knight. (She played a minor part in Wolves’ Pawn, as well.) I had this nice little romance to a good-looking game warden all planned out for her. I even wrote out the scene of their first kiss. That’s when she stopped me. Told me it wasn’t going to happen; that she had her eye on someone else. (I won’t say who, you’ll have to read the book to find out.)

I went digging in my old files and found that deleted scene. It’s full of mistakes (it never made it into the first draft of the book)  but this is the first time anyone but me has seen it.

The spray of the falling water made the cool air even chillier, and Tasha zipped her coat up part way. The bench was nothing more than a large old log that someone had sliced the bark from to create a flat area. It was low enough to the ground that Jaime had to rearrange his long legs several times to get comfortable. They sat side by side for a long while, not touching, and not saying anything. Yet the silence seemed natural to Tasha.

A patch of sky was visible through the trees, and she was watching the clouds skimming past the stars when a red streak flashed by. She pointed upward “Did you see that?”

“What?” Jaime asked, inclining his head towards hers to see what she was showing him.

“A meteor. It’s gone.” Tasha turned her head to find his barely an inch from hers.

“That’s okay. I found something else to look at,” he murmured. Then he closed the gap between them and lightly pressed his lips to hers.

Surprised, it took her a second to react, and by then he’d pulled away. “Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t apologize. It was nice.” Actually, it had been more than that, but Tasha wasn’t going to tell him. Not yet.

“Just nice?”

One side of her mouth rose. “I don’t know. Let’s see what happens if we do it again.”

This time she was prepared for the meeting of their mouths. And yes, she decided, the second time was definitely better, especially as she had the chance to return the gesture. “Hmm, better,” she said when the kiss ended. Much better. He tasted just like his musk aftershave and his kisses stirred a part of Tasha that she’d neglected too long.

“Practice makes perfect?” he asked with a grin, wrapping one arm around her waist.

“Let’s find out.”

That’s when Tasha started yelling at me. I only wrote a few more paragraphs before she stopped me and refused to cooperate until I listened to her. Then, I had to go back and make a few changes to set up the storyline she wanted. It worked out well, but it wasn’t what I planned. Jaime remained in the story, but in a different role. I still have a soft spot in my heart for him, but he wasn’t the man Tasha deserved.

And I can’t ignore Harmony Duprie, from my amateur sleuth series. (Which originally was planned as a paranormal romance and switched genres on me!) Harmony has a way of changing villains on me. I’ll have someone set up to be the  bad guy, she’ll shake her head and poof! A new villain appears. I’ve learned to go with the flow. She did it again in my WIP, the Ranger’s Dogtags. I can’t give you any hints without creating a spoiler, so you’ll have to wait.

But here’s a short snippet to give you an idea of what the book is about:

Sorenson rubbed his chin. “In these days of patient privacy, hospitals won’t release any information to you. Especially because you aren’t the next of kin.”

Which gave me an idea. I texted Lando again. “Did you check his parents’ house?”

“Not there.”

Another theory shot down the drain. “Lando says he isn’t visiting his parents. Where else do we need to check?”

“You won’t like it.” Sorenson blew out a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time a man disappeared to spend time with a secret lover.”

Logically, it made sense. My heart screamed that it wasn’t true. My voice quavered despite my efforts to hold it steady. “Is there a way to check without access to Eli’s financial information?”

“Phone records. And we’d need a warrant for those. Which we won’t get, since he is in Florida and I have no jurisdiction. If we want to go down that path, he might have had a burner phone.”

I took another sip of my coffee. It tasted as bitter as the concept of Eli having a mistress. Or was I the hidden girlfriend?

I don’t have a release date for the new book yet, so stay tuned.

Back to the original question. The stories and the characters ore very much in charge when I write. I try to lead them where I want to go. Sometimes they cooperate, and more often, I have to adjust to their ideas to make the story better.

I’m trying to predict what the other authors on this loop will say. Let’s go find out by following the links below.

Until next time, please stay safe!

December 28, 2020

Who’s the boss, you or the story?

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It’s a Life-Long Trip #OpenBook Blog Hop

December 21, 2020

What is one thing that you would like to learn?

You want me to narrow this down to only one thing? You don’t ask for much, do you?

I’m one of those people who wants to learn new things constantly. I was in my early 30s when I learned to needlepoint. Computers didn’t enter my life until my late 30s. I got my AS degree in Computer Networking when I was in my 40s. It wasn’t until my late 50s when I decided to start writing fiction and learn how to self-publish.

None of these were plotted far in advance. Like so much of my life, they just happened. So, as I edge closer to retirement, what’s next?

I don’t have any grand plans. The idea of having time to sit back, spend time with my hubby, read, relax, and concentrate on improving my writing sounds good. All those courses that I’ve never had the time to do will become a possibility.

Now, if I could snap my fingers and suddenly have a new skill without needing any practice, that’s a different story. I’ve tried, without much luck, to learn two different languages. (French and Russian.) I learned enough to pass the classes, but not enough to feel proficient in either. If I had choose only one, I’d pick Russian, just for the joy of being different.

If languages are out of the question, I’d like to pick up archery again. That’s another skill I started to learn and never become proficient in. I’d have to start from scratch because it’s been so long since I’ve held a bow.

How about you? What’s one thing you would like to learn? Tell me in the comments.

Now, I’m off to find out what the other authors are talking about.

In the meantime, hope your holidays are happy, and stay safe!

December 21, 2020

What is one thing that you would like to learn?

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Interview with a Bad Guy #OpenBook Blog Hop

December 14, 2020

We usually interview our good guys and gals when we do character interviews. How about we do an interview with our favorite bad guy?

Jake Hennessey, the anti-hero from the Harmony Duprie Mysteries, agreed to meet me for a chat. He’s got a varied background with a conviction of resisting arrest and battery on police officers, but also played a part in busting a gun smuggling ring.  I’ve tried to interview him before, and he’s turned me down. I don’t know what changed his mind. I’m hoping to find out.

He suggested we get together in a neighborhood bar in Cleveland. It took me a bit to find a parking spot, and I was late when I stopped inside the front door to allow my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. The bartender said, “He’s at a table in the back,” at the same time as I spotted him standing and waving at me. 

He greeted me with an outstretched hand and the effervescent smile I’d been warned about. Before I got settled in the rickety wooden chair, the bartender was putting two beers on the table, next to the half-empty one already there.

“I heard you like to try local brews,” Jake said. “I took the liberty of ordering for you.”

I’d lost control before we even got started. I took a deep breath to gather my wits, and took a sip of the beer as a delaying tactic. “Thanks for agreeing to this interview. And for the beer.”

“Your persistence amused me. Why would you want to interview me?” He fluttered his eyelashes, and the smile reached his deep brown eyes. My pulse sped up, and I understood why women fell for him so easily. 

I took another sip of my beer. “The people who have read Harmony’s stories are curious about you. I thought I could answer a few of their questions.”

He grinned. “We’ll see. Ask away.”

Where to start? “Is this the bar where you work? I had imagined it as a bigger place.”

“Nope. This is where I come to relax. Although I’ve kicked out a drunk or two to help the owner.” He took a deep drink of his beer. “It’s a great way to relieve stress.”

“Is that the best part of your job?”

“The best part? No, the best part is all the people I meet. Sure, we have a solid base of regulars, but we also get the one-timers with interesting stories to tell.”

“What is the name of that bar?” I’d been unable to find it in my research. 

“Not saying. I’d prefer the information not get out. Besides, I’m being paid under the table and don’t want the owner to get in trouble.”

“Who are you hiding from?”

“This week? Or on a regular basis? The Feds still think I had something to do with a string of jewelry thefts a few years back, although they can’t even get enough evidence to get a warrant.” Jake flashed that wonderous smile again. “Hey, Agent Garza, you about ready to give up?”

“Were you involved?”

“Do you have an idea how much fun it is to keep everyone guessing?” He drained his first beer.

I took that to mean he wouldn’t tell me. “How are you adjusting to living in Cleveland? Do you miss Oak Grove?”

“Oak Grove was never anything more than a stop along the road. There’s no future there for a guy like me. Now that Harmony doesn’t need my protection anymore, there’s no reason to hang around. There’s more opportunity here.” He winked. “It’s a lot easier to ‘come across’ interesting jewelry.”

I didn’t know if I should take him seriously. “What do you mean?”

 “Let’s just say the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame brings in an great assortment of people. All those stars and all that glitter. Next question?”

He was good at keeping me guessing. “What do you do in your spare time?”

“I scope out the competition. Keep my ears open for new beers to add to our offerings. Keep an eye on the real estate market. Maybe I’ll find an old house to restore when the time is right. I got hooked when I started the house in Oak Grove. I’m glad Harmony finished the project.”

“Are you seeing any one?”

Dramatically, he put his hand over his heart. “I’ll never recover from losing Harmony. But there is no shortage of friendly ladies eager to console me.”

Angry voices from the front of the bar interrupted our conversation. He stood. “Let me walk you to the door. I know these two, and when they get into it, things get messy. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Just like that, the interview was over. I didn’t protest when he slipped his arm around my waist and threaded a path to the front door. The voices were getting louder and angrier, but I felt protected with him by my side.

Outside the door, he released me and held out his hand.  We shook. “It was nice meeting you,” he said. “Tell Harmony I said hi if you see her. And by the way, you should have your ring checked. It look as if the clasps around the opal are getting loose.”

Before I could respond, more yelling came from inside. He swiveled, and was gone.

If you’ve got any other questions for Jake, I might be able to get him to answer. Just leave them in the comments. It’s Jake, so no promises. In the meantime, I’m going to check out the other interviews on this hop by following the links below. Don’t forget, you can find out more about Jake by reading the Harmony Duprie Mysteries. 

Until next time, please stay safe! 

December 14, 2020

We usually interview our good guys and gals when we do character interviews. How about we do an interview with our favorite bad guy?

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Living and Loving the Dream #OpenBook Blog Hop

December 7, 2020

If you had unlimited money to start and maintain a business, what would it be?

Nobody says the business has to be conventionally successful, correct? Because I have all the money to maintain it? Including a salary for me?

Then this question is too easy. I want a combination bookstore (new and used)  and needlepoint supplies business. The best of my addictions in one spot.

I loved when I used to shop for needlepoint yarn at this  shop that had drawer after drawer of yarn in various colors and textures. Then there was more draped from hooks on the walls. How much fun could I have recreating that feeling and sharing it with others?

And the books? I could open up the shop to the many authors I’ve met. Not only the locals or the big names, but everyone like me who is struggling to find a place in the literary community. I propose readings once a week, with a small donation requested to help cover the cost of refreshments. Maybe I could mix the middle list and big name authors with the lesser known ones. Two authors at each reading. The readers would get a favorite and a new favorite.

The shelves would also have lots of books on the art of needlepoint, along with patterns for my crafters. Big, soft chairs for the readers to enjoy as they browsed through books.  I’d love to have some shop cats, too, but that might be a problem with all the yarn. 

What else? Music playing in the background and a few CDs for sale. Native American, Celtic folk songs, local musicians, whatever struck my fancy. And I’d be open to my customers suggesting new styles to add to the mix.

I’d better not forget a small play area for the kiddos, so mamas can have a little extra time to browse books.

I think that will do it! Got any suggestions to add to my shop? I’m open to ideas! And tell me about your dream business in the comments. I’m waiting!

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December 7, 2020

If you had unlimited money to start and maintain a business, what would it be?

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There’s a Stranger in Town #OpenBook Blog Hop

November 30, 2020

Every story starts with a stranger in town or a journey. “Pa, we’re takin’ the wagon to Virginia City,” every story ends with “Golly gee, Wally. I thought we were goners.” True or False?

I really wanted to say, ‘nope, that’s not the way it works.’ And if I dig hard enough, I can probably find examples to contradict it. But there’s lots of truth to the premise.

Let’s start with my Free Wolves series. It’s backwards from the theory because each of my main characters is the stranger that came to town. Dot, Tasha, and Lori are the outsiders trying to fit in and find their place. Here’s Tasha’s (from Wolves’ Knight)  beginning:

Her tactical knife slid easily from its ankle sheath. With a curse, Tasha leaped out of the leather chair and slid across the wooden conference table, praying she’d make it in time.

Although the stories are from the same ‘world’ they feature different characters and each story can be read as a stand-alone. Each story introduces a new stranger and a new situation.

The Harmony Duprie Mysteries are different. The Marquesa’s Necklace, the first one, opens with the stranger in town.

I first noticed him at the other end of the row when I glanced up to find another book. I recognize most of the regular patrons, and he wasn’t one of them.

But because each story is told in the same world, the little city of Oak Grove, the villain may not be a stranger but someone from Harmony’s town. Perhaps someone she didn’t know well, or doesn’t know at all. Or perhaps it’s someone she thought was a friend. (I’m trying not to give too many clues!) The Samurai’s Inro is a good example of this. (Yes, a minor character is from out of town, but the book doesn’t begin with him.)

In the sixth and final book of the series, the Ranger’s Dogtags,  Harmony becomes the stranger in town after going on a journey. I got both tropes covered there! 

How about those endings? “Golly gee, Wally. I thought we were goners.”  There’s lots of books that this doesn’t hold true for—I’m thinking mostly of women’s fiction and romances. For my own books, I’ll argue that one a technicality. My stories combine romantic elements with action and adventure. Yes, my characters are placed in life-threatening situations, but I wrap every story up with the romance. Because I believe in happily ever after. 

The next thing I knew, he’d pulled me into his arms and his lips were devouring mine.

I may have been a wee bit distracted with kissing him back, but I swear my toes curled, birds sang, and fireworks exploded in the background.

And magic happened.

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November 30, 2020

Every story starts with a stranger in town or a journey. “Pa, we’re takin’ the wagon to Virginia City,” every story ends with “Golly gee, Wally. I thought we were goners.” True or False?

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Gift Giving – The Bad and the Ugly #OpenBook Blog Hop

 

November 23
The holiday season is just around the corner. What’s the worst gift you’ve ever received? What’s the worst one you have ever given?

Sure, I know all about the languages of love. I’m an acts of service type of person when it comes to giving, and the gift of words when I’m receiving. (Does that surprise anyone? An author wanting to hear affirmations?) But physical gifts are good too, except I’m terrible at coming up with ideas for other people to give me. Jewelry used to be my fallback, but I’ve got so much now I can’t wear it all. With the pandemic, I’m not wearing any. I have to remember to put in earrings once in a while so the holes in my ears don’t close.

Now that I think about it, I was probably the same as a kid. I valued kind words and was hard to buy for. It wasn’t that I got bad gifts; it was more that I didn’t get the gifts on the top of my wish list.

There was the year I asked for a Bible for Christmas. I might have been in ninth grade at the time, but I’m not sure. You’d think that wouldn’t be a strange request in a religious family, right? But come Christmas, a Bible wasn’t one of the presents under the tree. I can’t tell you what I did receive, but I never understood why I didn’t get the Bible. I bought myself one when I got my first job.

Or there was the year I asked for a game board that was a combination checkers/chess/billiards set. I didn’t get one, but my older brother did. (Can you imagine my parents scratching their heads about that dilemma?) I ended up getting one from my husband the first year we were married. (And they still make them!)

My hubby is pretty good at giving gifts. But I made a rule early in our marriage that he wasn’t allowed to give me appliances as gifts unless I specifically requested them. He’s been really good at sticking to it.

Now, what’s the worst gift I’ve ever given?

You can probably guess that I’m bad at giving physical gifts, but not for the lack of trying. I need a list. Don’t tell me ‘whatever.’ I may get the right band but the wrong album. Or the wrong genre of music altogether. The wrong color or size of shirt. Or one that shrinks the first time it’s washed!

What’s the worst gift I’ve ever given? I don’t know. I’ve learned from it (I hope!) and wiped it from my memory. 

Do you want to tell us about the worst gift you ever got? Head down to the comments and share. That way I can add them to my list of things never to buy. 

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Until next time, stay safe out there!

November 23
The holiday season is just around the corner. What’s the worst gift you’ve ever received? What’s the worst one you have ever given?

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Writing in the Time of Covid #OpenBook Blog Hop

November 16, 2020

Has the pandemic affected your writing? If so, how? Have your writing habits changed in reaction to the ‘different’ world we are faced with?

I started working from home way long ago (back in March, but it seems like forever).  My first thought was it would be ‘interesting,’ but was happy to think of all the extra time I’d get to write because I didn’t have to travel back and forth to work. All I had to do was walk downstairs to my computer.

At first, it was true. Sure, I missed the face-to face-interactions with my coworkers, but we got our work done, despite all the extra things thrown our way.  What I didn’t count on was the pandemic lasting this long.

But here we are, nine months later, with things getting worse and no end in sight. Although I’m still writing, I’m finding myself become more reflective about the words I’m putting on paper. That might be because I’m working on the last book in the Harmony Duprie Mysteries and I want to make it the best of the series. Or maybe because I don’t foresee having the opportunity to participate in book signings, so I’m not in a rush to meet a deadline.

And I’ve given myself the month of November to ‘play.’ If you’ve never heard of it, November is NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. The idea is to try to write 50,00 words in one month. It’s tougher than you might think, especially for someone with a full-time job. I’m writing a story from Jake’s point of view (Jake in the anti-hero in the Harmony Duprie Mysteries) and he’s full of surprises. I don’t foresee there being a market for the story, but I’m writing it anyway.

The biggest difference I see in myself is that I’m finding it harder to keep my focus, in my writing, in my work, and in my personal life. And  I miss interacting with potential readers at events. I should have been in Estes Park last weekend, at the Deadly Realities book show. And next weekend, I should have been at the Steampunk event in Loveland. Hey y’all, how are you?

What does all this mean for me when we get to the other side of this crisis? I don’t know. I hate making predictions. No promises, but I should have a new book ready for you.

And because I’m having fun with it, here’s a totally unedited snippet from Jake’s story, with an early interaction between him and Harmony. Please excuse any and all typos and mistakes.

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?”
He hoped she’d step off that final stair so they’d be on solid ground, but she stayed where she was. Instead, she took his face between her hands and stared into his eyes. At the moment when he couldn’t take it anymore and was ready to pull her into his arms, she brought her mouth down to meet his. It was a soft kiss, lips only, but it set his senses on fire. Her flowery scent enveloped him, the softness of her hands soothed him, the sweetness of her lips made him hungry for more. He wasn’t ready for the moment when she pulled away. 
“Good night, Jake,” she said as she turned and ran up the stairs. 

Any other woman he would have followed, but not her, Jake thought, as he swirled his bottom-shelf whiskey in the chipped glass.

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November 16, 2020

Has the pandemic affected your writing? If so, how? Have your writing habits changed in reaction to the ‘different’ world we are faced with?

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The Eyes Have It #OpenBook Blog Hop

November 9, 2020

What would be the hardest thing for you to give up?

It’s one of my deepest fears. That someday I’ll go blind. Oh, I know that I’d be able to “read” books on audio, and even train myself to “write” using one of the dictation programs out there, but they wouldn’t make up for the loss of sight.

I can’t imagine never seeing another snowfall glittering among the pine trees. Or watching my grandchildren grow, even if it is by internet calls in these days of distancing. It would be hard to be unable to create another needlepoint piece or even sew a button back on a shirt.

Image by Helmut Strasil from Pixabay

It hurts to wonder what it would be like to never gaze upon the glory of the mountains or experience the joy of stumbling upon a field of mountain wildflowers. To feel the warmth of sunshine on my skin but never see the light. To live in darkness.

I can’t imagine the sadness of lying by my husband, to feel him, to touch him, to smell him, but not to see him.

The hardest thing for me to give up? My eyes.

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November 9, 2020

What would be the hardest thing for you to give up?

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Laughing At Myself #OpenBook Blog Hop

November 2, 2020

Is humor an important element is your stories? Do you ever laugh at something you’ve written?

Once upon a time, I attempted to portray myself as a comedian in a school talent show. It didn’t go well.  I’m much older now, and my sense of humor has changed and warped. I’ve learned well from some masters of sexual innuendo and dark humor.

But neither of those work for my Harmony Duprie mysteries. I have to rely on humor of a more subtle persuasion. For example, this selection from The Baron’s Cufflinks:

I take pride in being able to finish every book I start but this one tested my limits. I’d picked it up on a whim, but I couldn’t take the idea of a billionaire vampire dinosaur shifter as a hero seriously. That may have been the point, but I wasn’t in the mood for a romantic farce disguised as a cozy mystery.

Even drunk, I wouldn’t be able to read it, and I couldn’t foist it off on any of my friends with a clear conscience. I wondered if there was time to ditch it in the camper, buried in the bottom cabinet behind the pots and pans. If my friends ever found it, they’d never connect it to me.

Come on, tell me that’s a little funny. But thank heavens, I don’t have to support myself as a stand-up comedian.

The Harmony stories are the perfect tool for a touch of lightheartedness. Her friends believe she takes herself too seriously and try to get her to loosen up. It doesn’t always go well, but they try. 

Here’s a quick example of Harmony overthinking life from The Marquesa’s Necklace:

The bus ride home seemed longer than the morning’s trip as I studied each person getting on for a potential threat. Was the little gray-haired lady with the oversize purse and shopping bag packing a handgun? Did the teenage boy wearing a long black coat keep ninja stars in his pockets? And the woman in her mid-twenties holding a little girl’s hand? Was the child was just a prop, borrowed for the afternoon, solely to throw off suspicion? In reality, was the woman a super spy waiting for a chance to drug me and cart me off to her remote hideaway?

The Free Wolves stories are different. There may be moments of humor, but I don’t try to include it as a major part of the books. Like Harmony, the characters in the books take themselves seriously. And for good reason. They’re trying to save their piece of the world.

So, back to Harmony. In The Ranger’s Dogtags, the book in progress, opportunities for humor are slim. I didn’t even try to be funny, and rely on secondary characters to supply breaks from the action. Harmony is in over her head in this story, (more than usual!) and I’ve tried to make the writing reflect that. I’m hoping my readers will forgive me for the change.

About the second half of the question. Do I ever make myself laugh? Truth is, it takes a lot to make me laugh, but next to nothing to make me smile. And yes, Harmony and her friends make me smile. I hope they make the reader smile, too.

I’m hoping Phil is going to throw some outrageous piece of prose at us and make me grin. It’ll be interesting to see what everyone else on this hop shares this week. You can find out by following the links below.

Until next time, stay safe!

November 2, 2020

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