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|  | | Composition: A Fiction Writer's Guide for the 21st Century
A how-to book on writing fiction and self-publishing.
BR>IntroductionBR>BR>Illusion is the first of all pleasures.BR>— Oscar WildeBR>BR>Visualize . . .BR>Before you I stand, a decidedly middle-aged woman, round, doughy and blinking through smudged glasses. It’s six p.m. We’re in a VFW Post drinking bitter coffee from Styrofoam cups. I’m worried. It’s my turn to disclose. All eyes, expectant, are on me. I clear my throat, swallow, then say, “My name is Linda — ” I stop cold. What will you think? That I’m a fool, a loser? I want to run, but I’ve come this far. My confession tumbles out. “And I’m self-published.” BR>BR>A palling silen | |  | | Paloma
Paloma, a woman with three identities, is running hard and fast. Someone wants her dead. But which identity is the killer after? Max Laurent, retired FBI agent, throws himself into the mix. Before coming to terms with past misunderstandings and a child long ago abandoned, they must, together or apart, find and eliminate the killer.
BR>FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=5>T/FONT>angled up in sheets after another restless night, Max Laurent rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. Sketchy morning light cracked through the slits of the permanently drawn blinds. He glanced at the numbers on his clock radio, 6:20, and groaned. Another day, another god-awful hour. BR>BR>For months Max had tried sleeping in, going to bed later and later, but to no avail. Now he had to face the truth, he was either a morning person or mentally impaired. How else could he explain waking up for no good reason before the Today Show even started?B | |  | | Thirst
A collection of short fiction where jaunty, lusty, creepy, quirky characters, all needful, discover the nature of want - elusive and bottomless
P align=center>FONT face=Arial>STRONG>~ D e a r D r. R i c e ~/STRONG>BR>
P align=left>BR>BR>FONT size=5>For/FONT> a brief moment during his lunch hour, Myron felt relieved from the threat of terrorism. It occurred while eating a cheese and pepperoni hot pocket. Condoleezza Rice was on television. Her name was spelled beneath her talking head. He thought it was overextended, not the talking head, but the name, and definitively convoluted. Condoleezza herself was another anomaly, not only a woman and black and Republican but curiously cute and somewhat childlike only with a razor- |
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