Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Torture your Protagonist | Writing Tip

This tip is helpful for me. I tend to protect my main characters when I shouldn't. They need to go through unimaginable things to intrigue and hold you page after page!


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Minor Characters | Writing Tips

This is a great tip. Never forget about your minor characters. A perfect duo comes to mind, Karen & Jack in Will & Grace. They were minor characters who didn't act like or know they were minor characters. They stole the show and our hearts. To be completely honest, they could've been the show and we'd still tune in every week. So, don't forget about your minor characters. They could be gold. Happy Writing!



Minor Characters can be GOLD

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Ten Tips | Writing Tools!

Good morning, Writers! Remember, a paragraph a day will keep the voices away. 

 

Friday, October 28, 2016

Heiress


I followed the same routine every morning. First, I'd ride my bike to the local market for fresh flowers. I'd always get pink and white peonies mixed with pink roses and daisies. I'm a firm believer that fresh flowers add life to an otherwise blah room. Then, I'd sit outside the big picture window at the bakery on the corner to watch the show. At six o'clock, five bakers would stand shoulder to shoulder in front of a large table. The way they moved in sync always reminded me of a conductor of an orchestra. It had a way of soothing me. Once the show was over, I'd head home, replace my old flowers on my desk and work for the rest of the day.
Heiress | © Literary Junkie

But, this time on my way home two men grabbed me. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. They had me trapped in a dark trunk for what seemed like hours.


I could hear the men laughing, but I couldn't make out any sentences. I wanted to shout. I wanted someone to save me. I had no idea why they took me. I have nothing. I'm a struggling web designer, no boyfriend, no children, and a handful of friends.

When the car finally stopped I could feel the warm air. And then there was water all around me. There was so much water. But, I had to regain control when I heard them. I knew why I was there.

I'd never met my father. My mother told me he walked away--abandoned me. But, it was the opposite. My mother kept me from him. Now he's gone and he's left everything to me. I have all the money, his businesses, and properties. Now people want me dead!

So, I stopped fighting. I stopped screaming. I didn't move one inch. I went under. I did what I had to do to claim what was mine. I didn't want them to win. And they fell for it. They walked away, thinking they'd got me. But, even though I heard their voices drown and footsteps fade, I never moved. I had to make sure they were gone.

When the sun set the cool air blew in as well as my saviors. The men plucked me from the mossy lake and carried me away from my moment in hell. My strength had faded. My heart was heavy.  Perhaps I cried for the death of my father even though I didn't know him--not even his name until now. But, he changed my life and I'll embrace it all.


For I am the Heiress!

Friday, September 23, 2016

The Code

The Code | © Literary Junkie
Jason hung there, lifeless bound by leather belts on two posts, as the sun shone down on his aching body. The days were coming and going so much he'd lost count. He'd screamed until his lungs seemed to stop working. His breaths came quick and slow.

"Give us the code and we'll let you go."

Like a true soldier, Jason hung there with his head down and knees buckled without uttering a word. His mind was a steel trap and it would take everything they've got to crack it.

The two buff men huffed at the bay of the swamp. "This could get a lot worse if you don't give us the code."

"I'll die before I give up my life's work."

"Have it your way," the man said. "But, you're going to give us the code. You may think your little game is going to work but we're just getting started. Soon your flesh will begin to look like filet mignon to the swamp creatures or the vultures, whichever gets to you first. And this time, you won't have us around to fight them off. That'll be agonizing. I know you don't want that."

"Give us the code and we'll let you go."

Like a true soldier, Jason hung there with his head down and knees buckled without uttering a word. His mind was a steel trap and it would take everything they've got to crack it.

The two buff men huffed at the bay of the swamp. "This could get a lot worse if you don't give us the code."

"I'll die before I give up my life's work."

"Have it your way," the man said. "But, you're going to give us the code. You may think your little game is going to work but we're just getting started. Soon your flesh will start to look like filet mignon to the swamp creatures. And this time, you won't have us around to fight them off. It'll be an agonizing death. I know you don't want that."

"Yeah, you can hardly stand now. Give us the code and we'll let you go."

With grit and strength, Jason lifted his head. "Do you think I'm stupid? You'll get the code and leave me for dead. You have no idea who I am. I've had men hang me over skyscrapers for the code who make the two of you look like Mother Theresa. People have shot me, stabbed and beaten until I've laid eyes on the white light. Butt like the others, you won't kill me. I'm worth more to you alive than dead. If I die, the code dies with me. Then, where would you be? Back to eating canned meat on molded bread in a rundown dirty efficiency apartment." He stood on his two feet for the first time in days. "Now either you kill me now or let me go. You're not getting anything out of me."

The tall man moved closer with the gun pointed at Jason's temple. "I'm going to enjoy putting a bullet in your head as soon as I get the word."


"You may enjoy it. But, once I'm gone say goodbye to your cushy life." A cackling laugh escaped from his very soul so loud the bird flew away in a stampede. "This has been going on long enough. I'm willing to die for the code. You'll never get it. I promise you that."

Monday, May 23, 2016

Book Review | Better Than This by Stuart Harrison

Better Than This by Stuart Harrison
Better Than This is a classic tale of greed. Nick Weston is a compulsive Advertising Executive who can never seem to get enough of success. But, success was running full speed from him. He had a great career as an AD Exec, but it wasn't enough. So, he opened his own ad company with his best friend Marcus. Though, things didn't exactly pan out the way Nick planned. With poor business moves, Nick ran the company into the ground. His relationship with his best friend and wife began to fail. But, selfishly, Nick didn't notice until those relationships were beyond repairable.

All was not lost when a dying man all but offered to pull Nick and Marcus's company out of ruin. This somewhat helped his relationship with his wife. His sudden mood and interest to spend time with his wife gave her hope to make their marriage work.

The man they thought was their financial savior died before they could ink the deal. And a war for thirty-five million dollars started between Nick, a dirty lawyer, and an all out nemesis. There was no way Nick was letting that money get away from him. He fought until the end. Until everyone he knew and loved was dead except his wife, unbeknownst to her.

In the end, Nick Weston ended up losing everything and everyone. He became a nomad on the streets. Oh, what a price one must pay for greed.

This is worth the read! FIVE STARS