Something sinister is going on in Falkville Falls. The hanging death of a teacher starts off the story, and the situation only gets more intense with each page. This murder, or execution, takes place in Olivia’s school. Someone or something is killing teachers. Is there a serial killer on the loose?
Alene Baron, a vegan, owns and runs the Whipped and Sipped Café. Her cookies and confections are known all over Chicago. The coronavirus pandemic has changed things for everyone. Her business has suffered because of it and her employees are frustrated. A café once filled with customers has turned into one that mostly handles take-out orders. On top of that, there’s this homeless man who hangs around outside of her café bothering her customers who still visit for the yummy treats they can get there.
In this thriller, Sally and Gilly have a secret, one that Gilly hasn’t even shared with her husband. When she was young, she and her best friend Sally, found something one day in the cemetery: they found a box with a dead baby in it.
Part fiction. Part real. It’s somewhere in between. When someone tells me they write nonfiction, I sometimes reply, “It’s 𝑎𝑙𝑙 fiction.” I get strange looks, especially from those who have their heads entrenched deeply in what they term as reality
When I was asked to write a guest post for Lisa’s Writopia, Lisa noted that my graphic novel is an expansion of a short film. She wanted to know: is there a feature film in the works? The question got me thinking about the unique journey my story has taken – from the screen to the page – and the future that may be in store for it.
Murder by a devious killer, one determined detective, and a girl who awakens from a coma and can only speak in song titles come together in this captivating mystery.
Sara’s mom and dad are dismayed when they receive a letter informing them that it is their turn to look after Sara’s cousins. But they’ll only be staying for a month. What could go wrong? More importantly, why could anything go wrong?
After many months of mistakes and banging my head against the wall, I came up with a few principles related to creating fictional worlds. I’ve never written them down before and they’re by no means perfect, but they may help you craft your own world or at least generate some thoughts on how you would approach it.
𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 opens with a woman being kidnapped during the night. “Thunder sounded, but there wasn’t a storm, and no rain fell on the tin roof. The old woman squinted into the dark room and heard shuffling—like mice—across the pine floor.”
Bringing characters to life gives me the ability to live a hundred lives with no boundaries, limits, or rules.
