Still Writing…

Yes, I am still alive.  The conversion from third person to first person is still ongoing, and I find that it is much easier to get into my POV character when writing in first person.

Actually, that’s a lie.  It isn’t easier.  It’s still hard to do and a pain in the butt.  But first person forces me to not ignore it and not take shortcuts.  I can’t blow past something with a convenient piece of telling.

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Chapter 1, Draft 5

I finally posted my first chapter on critique circle again.  It is a fabulous online story critiquing community that has helped me improve my writing in ways I cannot even describe.  Y’all know who you are.

To celebrate, I am posting the first scene, just under 500 words, after the break.  If you want to read more, watch for it in the public queue on critique circle.  I pushed it back in the queue, and it will be up starting August 31st!

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The Wreck

I’m sure everyone can figure out where this came from.  Nonetheless, it dumped itself out of my fingertips, so here it is.  It’s weird.  I can almost hear these two if I close my eyes and listen…

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I wanted my gum, dammit.

“Suze. Where’d you put that pack of gum?” I jammed a finger in the cubby hole under the ash tray in the dash, probing for a stick of artificial cinnamon flavor.

“Watch where you’re going,” she nagged. She kicked at the debris around her feet. “It’s here somewhere.”

“Well then find it. Dammit, I told you to clean out your car before we left.” I leaned over, a glimpse of red wrapping peered through the empty coke bottles and McBurger wrappers on the floor. “There. What’s that by your —”

“David,” she screamed. “Look out!”

I jerked my head up. Headlights in my lane. I yanked the wheel. Both feet stomped the brakes. Metal screamed and glass shattered. My steering wheel exploded.
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