Journey to Finale

So, my painting has had a rest for a couple of weeks. In that time, I put the work out of sight for a few days. I must distance myself. Otherwise, I consider a seriously flawed work, brilliant.

Famished

We charged along the unsealed highway with no break for lunch or snacks. Dad’s need to reach our destination of Kings Canyon before nightfall compelled him ever forward, resisting the temptation to rest.

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‘We’ve been praying for you,’ Herr Biar said.
‘The evil one is active.’
‘Boris?’ Amie asked.

Not So Relieved…

Later, I decided the boxes of bazooka ammunition should go too. As the hatch flew open, I tossed them. They landed with a decisive thud, then a series of cracks and bangs like fireworks as they hit the flinty stone. Not such a clever idea.

She’ll Be Right

The police stopped us. They wanted to know what we were doing there.

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Amie peeked into the cave.
Walter Wenke perched on a rock slab, and warmed his hands over a campfire.
Amie said, ‘Walter? What are you doing here?’

Monday Missive: Write Tips

Recently I had the offer to borrow some characters. A new concept, I’d never considered borrowing characters for any of my novels before. Would I want to do them?

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