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Worlds of Writing
My latest writing post is up, HERE
Sorry I am temporarily out of puns.
Another Review
My free ebook I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE got another review.
This time at Shark's Short Story Review.
Act Now!!! (Shameless self promotion)
My newest writing post is up HERE.
Now on to my Shameless Self Promotion. Some writers say that you should stop just short of grabbing people in a headlock and screaming at them, “BUY MY BOOK!”
Doing that is hard over the Internet but I will try, so I'll need some help:
You must pretend that I am grabbing you in a headlock and screaming, “BUY MY BOOK!”
Because you are pretending that it is only fair that you can use pretend money to pay for it. So go to Smashwords and pick out any or all of my books. Enter the coupon code: SSWSF and it will be free of charge. Then pretend you paid for it so I can release my pretend headlock.
This sale ends at the end of the month.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
My Writing Post is up.
I've got a few things taking up space on the web to announce:
Enjoy and don't forget to vote in my latest poll on the top left of the page.
My Poll is up, so is my latest post
In my last post I asked a question and put a poll on the side of my blog. I forgot to mention the poll was there so everyone ignored it.
I have also posted my latest Writing Wednesday HERE
My Book was reviewed.
My book I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE was reviewed on A Book and A Dish, which is possibly the largest combination Recipe and Book Review site in the World.
Check it out.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
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By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
My latest writing post is up
The best time to use first person POV Here
It's up (I'm not talking about new Anthony Wiener Photos)
My latest Writing Wednesday is up: HERE
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
Why you should avoid writing what you know.
My Writing Wednesday Post is up. Writing What You Know (And why you shouldn't)
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
Writing Wednesday: Rules
I had to get up about 3 hours earlier than I normally do, but I did manage to post my latest Writing Wednesday.
Sympathy for the Devil
My latest Writing Wednesday is up on my writing blog. HERE.
Writing Wednesday: Interview with Karl G. Larew
One of the biggest challenges with selling a self-published book is letting people know you've published it. I'm trying to do my part to change this by interviewing self-published authors so people can learn about their books. This is my first interview in what will hopefully become an ongoing series.
Today I interview Karl G. Larew author of "Candles in the Window".
DBN: Tell me about your book?
Karl: “Candles in the Window” is a nostalgic, but more especially a psychological, look at the love and sex lives of college students in the 1950s, set in the University of Connecticut. A small number of students form a little “family” of their own, drawn together by a golden-haired, beautiful, but enigmatic girl nicknamed “Silky.” This book is a somewhat revised version of the 1999 edition.”
DBN: Where is it available?
Karl: At Amazon “Candles in the Window” and at Smashwords “Candles in the Window”.
DBN: Tell me a little about yourself?
Karl: I’m a 74 year old semi-retired history professor specializing in military history but with many other interests (I am the author of a scholarly article on the image of women in a 1940s comic book, for example). I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 1959 and received my Ph.D. from Yale in 1964. In addition to “Candles,” I have published a three-volume family saga about an Army family from WWII through the Korean War and the Cold War/Vietnam era. I have also published a two-volume set of spoofs on vampire/werewolf/James Bond stories. Each of these five books may be read as a stand-alone. They are all for sale through Amazon.com, Kindle, Smashwords, and Nook. In addition, I’ve published a history of the Larew family based largely on a Civil War diary. In terms of professional publications, I am the author of many historical articles, reviews, and encyclopedia entries, mostly in military/diplomatic history but some in popular culture history.
DBN: What Genre is your book?
Karl: Mixed, mostly psychological with some nostalgia and some romance.
DBN: Who is your primary target audience?
Karl: My primary audience for “Candles” is those who wish to understand the culture of the 1950s and those interested in the psychology of (fictional) characters.
DBN: What made you decide to self-publish?
Karl: After many years of seeking an agent and/or a publisher, I decided that “Candles” might never find its audience unless I self-published, which I did in 1999. Last year, I put out this new edition so as to tap into Amazon and various ebook markets.
DBN: What drives your main characters to overcome the challenge in the book?
Karl: The main characters are driven by a sense of generation gap and the need for love; one character is tortured by fears of homosexuality.
DBN: Why do you love your characters?
Karl: It is that capacity for love and friendship that makes the characters attractive, to my way of thinking.
DBN: What inspired you to write this book?
Karl: I was inspired by my own memories and my recollection of things that happened to other 1950s students; nevertheless, the book is genuine fiction, not a memoir in any sense.
DBN: What sort research did you do while writing your book?
Karl: I did not have to do any research; my memories were enough, though I have been influenced both by Freud and Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet.
DBN: What was the hardest part of writing this novel?
Karl: The hardest part of writing this book was to get the characterizations believable.
DBN: What is the hardest part of marketing this novel?
Karl: The hardest marketing chore was, first, searching for an agent and now, after self-publishing, searching for ways to publicize my book. Those who have read it, including the reviewer for the Baltimore Sun, have liked; but I need to publicize it much, much more.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
DBN: Tell me about your book?
Karl: “Candles in the Window” is a nostalgic, but more especially a psychological, look at the love and sex lives of college students in the 1950s, set in the University of Connecticut. A small number of students form a little “family” of their own, drawn together by a golden-haired, beautiful, but enigmatic girl nicknamed “Silky.” This book is a somewhat revised version of the 1999 edition.”
DBN: Where is it available?
Karl: At Amazon “Candles in the Window” and at Smashwords “Candles in the Window”.
DBN: Tell me a little about yourself?
Karl: I’m a 74 year old semi-retired history professor specializing in military history but with many other interests (I am the author of a scholarly article on the image of women in a 1940s comic book, for example). I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 1959 and received my Ph.D. from Yale in 1964. In addition to “Candles,” I have published a three-volume family saga about an Army family from WWII through the Korean War and the Cold War/Vietnam era. I have also published a two-volume set of spoofs on vampire/werewolf/James Bond stories. Each of these five books may be read as a stand-alone. They are all for sale through Amazon.com, Kindle, Smashwords, and Nook. In addition, I’ve published a history of the Larew family based largely on a Civil War diary. In terms of professional publications, I am the author of many historical articles, reviews, and encyclopedia entries, mostly in military/diplomatic history but some in popular culture history.
DBN: What Genre is your book?
Karl: Mixed, mostly psychological with some nostalgia and some romance.
DBN: Who is your primary target audience?
Karl: My primary audience for “Candles” is those who wish to understand the culture of the 1950s and those interested in the psychology of (fictional) characters.
DBN: What made you decide to self-publish?
Karl: After many years of seeking an agent and/or a publisher, I decided that “Candles” might never find its audience unless I self-published, which I did in 1999. Last year, I put out this new edition so as to tap into Amazon and various ebook markets.
DBN: What drives your main characters to overcome the challenge in the book?
Karl: The main characters are driven by a sense of generation gap and the need for love; one character is tortured by fears of homosexuality.
DBN: Why do you love your characters?
Karl: It is that capacity for love and friendship that makes the characters attractive, to my way of thinking.
DBN: What inspired you to write this book?
Karl: I was inspired by my own memories and my recollection of things that happened to other 1950s students; nevertheless, the book is genuine fiction, not a memoir in any sense.
DBN: What sort research did you do while writing your book?
Karl: I did not have to do any research; my memories were enough, though I have been influenced both by Freud and Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet.
DBN: What was the hardest part of writing this novel?
Karl: The hardest part of writing this book was to get the characterizations believable.
DBN: What is the hardest part of marketing this novel?
Karl: The hardest marketing chore was, first, searching for an agent and now, after self-publishing, searching for ways to publicize my book. Those who have read it, including the reviewer for the Baltimore Sun, have liked; but I need to publicize it much, much more.
*******
This was my first author interview. If you are a self-published author and would like to be interviewed on Project Savior Reborn please email me at project.savior(at)yahoo(dot)comBy Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
Deleted Scenes and Commentary
When I'm having trouble writing a chapter I like to write the first thing that comes to mind. This sometimes works and I can work it into the story. Other times it's awful. Occasionally I'll write something that I like, but there are continuity problems and I'll have to delete the scene no matter how much I like it.
On my last book MIND THIEF this happened a lot in the chapters involving Debbie, a character I was having trouble with. I thought I'd do the DVD extra type thing and share my deleted scenes and offer author commentary.
SCENE 1:
Howie looked over to see the oncoming city bus. He was so surprised he wasn't able to say anything or move to help Debbie.
The bus plowed into Debbie at over 100 mph, instantly smashing most of her bones. Her body slid off the grill of bus and got caught on a sharp piece of metal from its damaged bumper. The bumper held Debbie's body for a moment as it hooked onto her ribcage, but as she was pulled under the bus her bones finally yielded and her ribs were pulled out of her body to serve as a bloody hood ornament for the bus.
The bus turned to the right as Debbie was pulled under and the left front tire ran over her head smashing it like a watermelon. The rear tires rolled over her mid-section squeezing her guts out of her body like toothpaste out of a tube.
A flock of seagulls spotted her remains and drove in to devour them. A pair of seagulls fought over her left eye that had been forced out of its socket as a third seagull snatched her right eye and flew off with it.
As Howie watched the seagull disappear into the sunset with Debbie's blue eye hanging from its beak he could only say, “I guess I won't be getting that blowjob.”
COMMENTARY:
Although I liked that scene it had a few continuity problems with the rest of the book. I wrote it after establishing that they were in a study room on the second floor of the library, an unlikely place to be hit by an out of control city bus going nearly double the speed they are designed for.
The second problem is the book takes place in rural Ohio, so there wouldn't be a convenient flock of seagulls.
Finally, it portrayed Howie, the main character, as even more self-centered then he was. I also needed Debbie to be in several more chapters.
So I had to delete that scene.
SCENE #2
“Golly, you look awful.” Debbie said when Howie ran into her in the student union.
Without saying a word Howie grabbed her right arm and swung her around so her back was to him. He covered her mouth with his right hand and dragged her through the door that said, “Employees Only”.
He looked around the empty kitchen until he saw the piece of equipment he was after. He dragged Debbie over to the industrial meat grinder and released his grip on her mouth. Her ignored her screams as he took off his belt and made it into a tourniquet to stop all bloodflow into her right hand.
He turned on the meat grinder and forced her right arm into it. The motor strained as it ground up the bones in her hand but the machine still produced a quarter pound of ground Debbie.
Howie grabbed the ground meat in one hand and pulled Debbie over to the grill. He put the meat onto the hot grill and flattened it down into a nice patty. As it grilled he held Debbie's bleeding stump onto the red hot grill, grinning as he heard the sound of her flesh searing.
When he was satisfied that her stump was nicely cauterized and had stopped bleeding, he flipped the ground Debbie patty. When both sides were nearly cooked he grabbed a hamburger bun and put it on the grill so it would be lightly toasted.
He threw Debbie to the floor and held her still by putting his left foot on her chest. She clawed at his leg with her left hand but was unable to free herself.
Howie grabbed the bottom bun with the spatula and placed it next to the grill, he flipped the patty of ground Debbie on top of it. He looked for the ketchup and mustard but saw they were out of reach. He had to make do with a little shredded lettuce and a slice of tomato. Putting the top of the bun on it he smiled at his handiwork.
He grabbed his masterpiece and knelt down next to Debbie. She stopped screaming when he pushed the Debbie burger into her face. She kept her jaw firmly shut as he held the burger to her lips. Howie sighed and reached over with his free hand and held her nose shut.
He held her nose for over a minute before she finally had to open her mouth to breath. Howie took that opening and shoved the burger into her mouth and released her nose. She took a big bite of the Debbie burger and he held her jaw shut until she swallowed.
COMMENTARY:
This scene also had I few continuity problems, it was supposed to take place in between Howie's afternoon classes so the kitchen would be fully staffed. Also the next time Howie runs into Debbie, she asks him to a sorority party. She puts up with a lot of crap from Howie, but I don't think any self-respecting girl, or non self-respecting girl for that matter, would ask a guy out after he chopped off her right hand and fed it to her.
SCENE # 3
“Howie?” A strong mid-western, female voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Oh, Hi Debbie.” Howie pushed the chair across from him out with his leg and Debbie sat down.
“I wanted to thank you for helping me with psych class, you know.” Debbie's face lost its grin and she got pained expression. She rubbed her belly and said, “I don't think breakfast sat right, you know.”
Before Howie could say anything Debbie's head bolted back so she was facing the ceiling. Her chest exploded with such force that it sent one of her ribs flying across the room to plant itself into Howie's English professor's eye and out the back of his skull.
Damn, all that studying for nothing, Howie thought and looked back at Debbie.
A small alien creature climbed out of her open chest. It grabbed two of her ribs and held them over its head. “1...2...3...4,” it yelled out, hitting the ribs together. At the table next to Howie the head of Delta house had an alien burst out of his chest. It grabbed a rib and quickly strung several veins together to make a crude guitar.
Howie looked to the table on the other side of him and noticed that an alien had burst out of the chest of the Varsity Cheerleader Captain and used her lungs to fashion some crude bagpipes.
The aliens on the other tables leaped over to Howie's table as the alien who came out of Debbie's chest scampered up her body to start playing drums on her forehead.
As Howie used his napkin to brush off the pieces flesh that had hit him when his classmates chests exploded, he couldn't help but be impressed by the rocking cover that the aliens did of the Stray Cats, “Gonna rock this town”.
COMMENTARY:
I liked this scene but the purpose of the chapter was to have Debbie ask Howie to a sorority party, she can't do that if her chest has exploded. So unfortunately I had to delete this scene as well.
FINAL WORD:
I'm not sure if writing scenes that I know I'm going to delete later is the most efficient way of writing, but it does help me to work out my feeling towards my characters.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
On my last book MIND THIEF this happened a lot in the chapters involving Debbie, a character I was having trouble with. I thought I'd do the DVD extra type thing and share my deleted scenes and offer author commentary.
SCENE 1:
Howie looked over to see the oncoming city bus. He was so surprised he wasn't able to say anything or move to help Debbie.
The bus plowed into Debbie at over 100 mph, instantly smashing most of her bones. Her body slid off the grill of bus and got caught on a sharp piece of metal from its damaged bumper. The bumper held Debbie's body for a moment as it hooked onto her ribcage, but as she was pulled under the bus her bones finally yielded and her ribs were pulled out of her body to serve as a bloody hood ornament for the bus.
The bus turned to the right as Debbie was pulled under and the left front tire ran over her head smashing it like a watermelon. The rear tires rolled over her mid-section squeezing her guts out of her body like toothpaste out of a tube.
A flock of seagulls spotted her remains and drove in to devour them. A pair of seagulls fought over her left eye that had been forced out of its socket as a third seagull snatched her right eye and flew off with it.
As Howie watched the seagull disappear into the sunset with Debbie's blue eye hanging from its beak he could only say, “I guess I won't be getting that blowjob.”
COMMENTARY:
Although I liked that scene it had a few continuity problems with the rest of the book. I wrote it after establishing that they were in a study room on the second floor of the library, an unlikely place to be hit by an out of control city bus going nearly double the speed they are designed for.
The second problem is the book takes place in rural Ohio, so there wouldn't be a convenient flock of seagulls.
Finally, it portrayed Howie, the main character, as even more self-centered then he was. I also needed Debbie to be in several more chapters.
So I had to delete that scene.
SCENE #2
“Golly, you look awful.” Debbie said when Howie ran into her in the student union.
Without saying a word Howie grabbed her right arm and swung her around so her back was to him. He covered her mouth with his right hand and dragged her through the door that said, “Employees Only”.
He looked around the empty kitchen until he saw the piece of equipment he was after. He dragged Debbie over to the industrial meat grinder and released his grip on her mouth. Her ignored her screams as he took off his belt and made it into a tourniquet to stop all bloodflow into her right hand.
He turned on the meat grinder and forced her right arm into it. The motor strained as it ground up the bones in her hand but the machine still produced a quarter pound of ground Debbie.
Howie grabbed the ground meat in one hand and pulled Debbie over to the grill. He put the meat onto the hot grill and flattened it down into a nice patty. As it grilled he held Debbie's bleeding stump onto the red hot grill, grinning as he heard the sound of her flesh searing.
When he was satisfied that her stump was nicely cauterized and had stopped bleeding, he flipped the ground Debbie patty. When both sides were nearly cooked he grabbed a hamburger bun and put it on the grill so it would be lightly toasted.
He threw Debbie to the floor and held her still by putting his left foot on her chest. She clawed at his leg with her left hand but was unable to free herself.
Howie grabbed the bottom bun with the spatula and placed it next to the grill, he flipped the patty of ground Debbie on top of it. He looked for the ketchup and mustard but saw they were out of reach. He had to make do with a little shredded lettuce and a slice of tomato. Putting the top of the bun on it he smiled at his handiwork.
He grabbed his masterpiece and knelt down next to Debbie. She stopped screaming when he pushed the Debbie burger into her face. She kept her jaw firmly shut as he held the burger to her lips. Howie sighed and reached over with his free hand and held her nose shut.
He held her nose for over a minute before she finally had to open her mouth to breath. Howie took that opening and shoved the burger into her mouth and released her nose. She took a big bite of the Debbie burger and he held her jaw shut until she swallowed.
COMMENTARY:
This scene also had I few continuity problems, it was supposed to take place in between Howie's afternoon classes so the kitchen would be fully staffed. Also the next time Howie runs into Debbie, she asks him to a sorority party. She puts up with a lot of crap from Howie, but I don't think any self-respecting girl, or non self-respecting girl for that matter, would ask a guy out after he chopped off her right hand and fed it to her.
SCENE # 3
“Howie?” A strong mid-western, female voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Oh, Hi Debbie.” Howie pushed the chair across from him out with his leg and Debbie sat down.
“I wanted to thank you for helping me with psych class, you know.” Debbie's face lost its grin and she got pained expression. She rubbed her belly and said, “I don't think breakfast sat right, you know.”
Before Howie could say anything Debbie's head bolted back so she was facing the ceiling. Her chest exploded with such force that it sent one of her ribs flying across the room to plant itself into Howie's English professor's eye and out the back of his skull.
Damn, all that studying for nothing, Howie thought and looked back at Debbie.
A small alien creature climbed out of her open chest. It grabbed two of her ribs and held them over its head. “1...2...3...4,” it yelled out, hitting the ribs together. At the table next to Howie the head of Delta house had an alien burst out of his chest. It grabbed a rib and quickly strung several veins together to make a crude guitar.
Howie looked to the table on the other side of him and noticed that an alien had burst out of the chest of the Varsity Cheerleader Captain and used her lungs to fashion some crude bagpipes.
The aliens on the other tables leaped over to Howie's table as the alien who came out of Debbie's chest scampered up her body to start playing drums on her forehead.
As Howie used his napkin to brush off the pieces flesh that had hit him when his classmates chests exploded, he couldn't help but be impressed by the rocking cover that the aliens did of the Stray Cats, “Gonna rock this town”.
COMMENTARY:
I liked this scene but the purpose of the chapter was to have Debbie ask Howie to a sorority party, she can't do that if her chest has exploded. So unfortunately I had to delete this scene as well.
FINAL WORD:
I'm not sure if writing scenes that I know I'm going to delete later is the most efficient way of writing, but it does help me to work out my feeling towards my characters.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
New Writing Wednesday
My Writing Wednesday post is up HERE
It gives writing tips from 5 authors, check it out.
Osama Bin Gotten
I was planning on doing a post on characters with conflicting emotions, and on Sunday night I got some first hand experience in conflicting emotions when I learned the Osama Bin Laden had been killed by a team of Navy Seals under the orders of President Obama.
On the one hand if anyone deserved to be killed it was Bin Laden. After the Soviet Union was defeated in Afghanistan turning him into a folk hero in that part of the world, he had power to be a force for good in the middle east. Instead he used that power to create chaos, leading to a huge loss life.
However, I can't celebrate the loss of anyone's life, not even his. As a result when I first heard the news I was simply stunned and had no emotion at the time.
The only time I can remember a fictional character deal with two conflicting emotions like that was in SILENCE OF THE LAMBS when Clarice was told that the inmate in the cell next to Hannibal Lecter had committed suicide and her first reaction was, “I don't know what to feel.”
Reflecting on it, I know intellectually that the world will be a better place without Bin Laden and he deserved to die. I praise the Navy Seal team and President Obama for carrying out the operation and I'm glad they did. But, I am unable to feel joy over the death of any human, even one as vile and unforgivable as Bin Laden.
So when I'm writing my characters I'll try to remember these feelings so I can have them express their conflicting emotions in a convincing way.
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
Sex, Violence, Racism and Child Abuse: The value of critiquing
I belong to a few critique groups and I get more out of them than just having other people look over my work. I learn a lot from seeing other people's mistakes. This makes me look for those mistakes in my own work, and I find them often.
In my latest work MIND THIEF, I had painted myself in to corner as far as starting it. I needed something to hook the reader but the main character was going into see a psychologist, so I was thinking he couldn't have thoughts that would make him a danger to himself or others as that would get him locked away.
I was critiquing someone else's novel and noticed that one of the characters blissfully told the psychologist abouts thoughts of murdering people, which she would have learned not to tell the psychologist. That kind of information would need to slowly pulled out of her in an interview, it wouldn't be volunteered.
As I thought about this I realized my main character would also know not to tell a psychologist about thoughts that would make him a danger to himself or others. Because of that he could think about just about anything and simply not mention it to the shrink.
That makes for a much more exciting start:
Howie walked down the street from the parking lot and had a strange sense that there was something wrong. He looked around, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the wide concrete sideway. There were a few more hybird cars parked on the street than he would see back on the college campus, but since he was in front of a medical professional office building their presence wasn't surprising.
In a flash Howie had a memory of this street, it was different. The sidewalk was brick, not concrete and the street was made from cobblestone instead of asphalt. A few Model A's were parked in the street but otherwise the area was deserted. He could hear a bike coming down the sidewalk behind him. A quick glance told him the rider was a red headed boy in his late teens.
As the rider started to pass him, Howie stuck out his arm and clotheslined the boy, knocking him off the bike. Howie stood over the boy who was holding onto his left shoulder in pain. Looking down he screamed, “You micks need to learn your place. The sidewalk is for people walking, you dumb hooligan.”
Howie kicked the injured boy in the ribs. Satisfied that he had done his good deed for the day he continued walking down the street.
Coming back into the real world, Howie stopped dead in his tracks and took a deep breath. Don't tell Dr. Randolph about this day-dream. It might be enough to get you labeled as danger to yourself or others.
Howie tried to push the ugly images out of his mind as he went into the office building for his appointment with the psychologist. Although he couldn't stop wondering, What the hell is a Mick?
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
In my latest work MIND THIEF, I had painted myself in to corner as far as starting it. I needed something to hook the reader but the main character was going into see a psychologist, so I was thinking he couldn't have thoughts that would make him a danger to himself or others as that would get him locked away.
I was critiquing someone else's novel and noticed that one of the characters blissfully told the psychologist abouts thoughts of murdering people, which she would have learned not to tell the psychologist. That kind of information would need to slowly pulled out of her in an interview, it wouldn't be volunteered.
As I thought about this I realized my main character would also know not to tell a psychologist about thoughts that would make him a danger to himself or others. Because of that he could think about just about anything and simply not mention it to the shrink.
That makes for a much more exciting start:
Mind Thief
Chapter 1
Howie walked down the street from the parking lot and had a strange sense that there was something wrong. He looked around, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the wide concrete sideway. There were a few more hybird cars parked on the street than he would see back on the college campus, but since he was in front of a medical professional office building their presence wasn't surprising.
In a flash Howie had a memory of this street, it was different. The sidewalk was brick, not concrete and the street was made from cobblestone instead of asphalt. A few Model A's were parked in the street but otherwise the area was deserted. He could hear a bike coming down the sidewalk behind him. A quick glance told him the rider was a red headed boy in his late teens.
As the rider started to pass him, Howie stuck out his arm and clotheslined the boy, knocking him off the bike. Howie stood over the boy who was holding onto his left shoulder in pain. Looking down he screamed, “You micks need to learn your place. The sidewalk is for people walking, you dumb hooligan.”
Howie kicked the injured boy in the ribs. Satisfied that he had done his good deed for the day he continued walking down the street.
Coming back into the real world, Howie stopped dead in his tracks and took a deep breath. Don't tell Dr. Randolph about this day-dream. It might be enough to get you labeled as danger to yourself or others.
Howie tried to push the ugly images out of his mind as he went into the office building for his appointment with the psychologist. Although he couldn't stop wondering, What the hell is a Mick?
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
Latest Writing Wednesday
Writing Wednesday: Reading my first draft
My latest Writing Wednesday is up: Take a peek
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
By Darrell B. Nelson author of I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
New Book Review up.
On my writing blog I review ZOMBIES DON'T QUERY by Rusty Fischer. It is a must read for anyone who wants to become a writer BOOK REVIEW: ZOMBIES DON'T QUERY
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