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A Second Excerpt from I Killed Them, Mama

7 Jan

Title  I Killed Them Mama in yellow on purple - croppedI got another 1,103 words done today.  It took me a slightly demoralizing two hours.  I am, however, consoled by the fact that those thousand words were in several different places in the book.

I have decided to post another excerpt.  This part was written during the mad dash that was November and NaNoWriMo.  It has not really been edited, and it most likely will change at least a bit before everything is said and done.

Without further ado, an excerpt from my romantic/suspense work-in-progress: I Killed Them, Mama…

Dear Mama,

Your granddaughter is growing well.  My doctor congratulated me on taking such good care of my pregnant self through such a tragic time.  It was so hard not to laugh right in her face.  The longer I have to put up with this, the more I think I should move away from here.  Can’t yet, though.  Hubby still isn’t in the ground.  That’s tomorrow. 

His family, being actually useful for once, has stepped in and are taking care of all the arrangements.  They don’t know about the life insurance money that I’ll be getting in a few days, so they’ve also footed the bill.  His female relatives are taking care of the food, and decorating his Aunt Alvera’s house for the reception after the grave side service.  And I won’t even have to do any driving.  They have hired a car and driver for me for the entire day.  One of the few good things about a family who’s more concerned with how they appear than with how they actually act.  But, at least I will be able to leave the reception early, pleading tiredness and a headache.

Heaven forbid anything happen to their little bun in my oven.  They are already talking about which five-year-old boy she should marry.  This family is nuts. 

 

 

Dear Mama,

It was difficult, but I survived the funeral and reception.  So many people came!  That grave side felt like a flash mob had attacked.  The house was full to bursting.  I didn’t have to pretend to have a headache, I got a migraine.  What really did me is was all the different smells.  Everyone, it seemed had on the most obnoxious perfumes and aftershaves imaginable.  The personal care scents mixed with aroma of too many people, then met so many food smells I thought I was going to hurl. 

What sealed the deal is when His cousin Len tried to cop a feel.  The stench of tequila on his breath turned my stomach so fast I didn’t have time to go anywhere.  So he got it.  All down his front.  Oh, the luxuries of being pregnant.

The scream he let out is what really got us the attention of the entire room.  I haven’t heard a shriek like that since the last time I watched The Blob. 

He got hustled out of the room by his father, I got gently led to the nearest bathroom, and some random female relative cleaned up the mess.  By the time I was tenderly re-seated in the large drawing room it didn’t even smell like puke anymore.  It smelled like cigar.  One whiff of that on top of all the others and I asked for my coat.

For other info, and another excerpt from I Killed Them, Mama, please read this post, and then this post.

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Until Next Time…

If you were forced to write a suspense novel (assuming you don’t have one bursting to be written) what do you think you would make it about?

Do you enjoy reading light suspense (with a touch of humor, some romance in the second half, and a happy ending, ah-hehm)?  Do you know of any authors who have written books like this?  I would love to read them.

Who’s your favorite suspense novelist?

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Who Knew?

24 Nov

I went to my very first Thanksgiving Sale on Thursday evening.  It was crazy.  It also turned out to be a great place to work on my NaNoWriMo suspense novel.

My brave companion needed a new computer; while silly me just needed a couple cans of cream of mushroom soup.  Yeah, I’m that much of a procrastinator.  So we found the line he needed stand in and wait for his computer.  I, on the other hand, went to the in-store Subway and got a sandwich (this writer is not much fun when her blood sugar is on the down swing).

While munching away on a club sandwich I pulled a notepad out of my purse.  Not really anything else I could do, since my chaperone was going to be in line for over an hour.  However, he’s the same person who, while on the drive to the store, had recommended a couple of poisons for my main character to use on her in-laws.  So, in a rare burst of temporal frugality I took that time to write out what we had discussed.

Before I knew it several pages were filled, and I had more or less figured out most of the rest of my plot.  I now know who all she’s going to frame for what, who else goes down with them when they blab about what they’re really into, a pale outline of the main fall-out from the domino effect, and how the city will react and recover.

I even have a twisted happily-ever-after; since I’m not happy unless my favorite character is, too.  She’s going to get some unexpected attention from a good man.  This really didn’t start out as a romance, but really, how long did I honestly think I could hold out before it turned a little bit toward that genre.

Who knew that a Subway restaurant, during an insane shopping extravaganza, would be the perfect place to put together the last major threads of a plot?

Perhaps I really am such an astonishingly talented writer that I can write anywhere, anytime?

Uh…

More like all the bustle and noise gave me the perfect incentive to delve inside myself and forget the boggling world outside.

All I’m really sure of is that when finally home I could barely contain my need to get all those fresh thoughts into the computer.

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NaNoWriMo word count is up to a whopping: 11,305.  Not going nearly as fast as I want to, but I have rearranged my schedule some so that I can spend more time typing way.

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Until Next Time…

Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever worked on a writing project?

And

How did you handle your first crazy holiday shopping experience?

Was it almost like a regular shopping trip?  Or more like the movie Jingle All The Way?

Word Count And Excerpt

12 Nov

Today I decided that I was going to get more writing done for my NaNoWriMo project.  So, after putting my MP3 player earbuds in, and finding my hour-long thunderstorm, scooting the bag of almonds closer to my computer, checking that the cats didn’t have a legitimate reason to nag me, and finally pressing play on the MP3, I began to type.  Very quickly I found myself engrossed by the story my main character is putting down in her diary.  Before I knew it I had introduced a new character, and found a new victim for my murder spree.  Only once did I have to stop myself from going back and deleting a sentence. Other than that, it was very easy to just write and let the story find its own path.

I was a little surprised when the sound of rain ebbed away, signalling the end of an hour.

So, with a proud smile on my face, here is my new word count: 6,405.  With 1,240 of those written today.

Not bad for having sat down to write this thing only three or four times.

Well, now that I have patted myself on the back in full view of my adoring public (*looks around at a cluttered bedroom with two cats sprawled on the bed; oblivious to the self-congratulation*), I will now copy and paste a small piece of I Killed Them, Mama into this post.

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Dear Mama,

I found my partner, it took a week, but she’s perfect.  It’s Ms. Love, my father-in-law’s secretary.  According to her, she was his lover 35 years ago, until his father decided it was time for him to get married and create the next generation.  Ms. Love had always figured he would marry her, but his father already had an innocent lamb of a woman picked out for the job.  My father-in-law gave her a job in his office as a parting gift, married the woman who became my husbands mother, and proceeded to get himself a brand new mistress.  He’s such a slime ball.  From the sounds of it his first wife died honestly thinking him he and his family were in the insurance business.  Poor fool.

Ms. Love is perfect not only because of her obvious reason to hate him, but because his Office Manager is actually his current slut, and doesn’t know a darn thing about what’s really going on with The Business (Italics later).  This should work out nicely.

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Dear Mama,

We have started.

I invited my in-laws over for dinner last night.  Little do they know that all three of them are on the slow road to death.  I’ve never been a sadistic type of person, but this should be fun to watch.  Seeing their health slowly deteriorate as the first poison does its job of making them look like they’re developing heart issues.  Pale, clammy skin, difficulty taking a deep breath, exhaustion, dizziness.  Just a little at a time, and we’ll get to the interesting part soon enough.

I just have to be careful to time everything just right.  That will be the key to not being caught and subsequently being sent to prison.  I can’t be sent to prison.  Then there would be no one to take care of Lissie while she’s home for Christmas and Summer Vacation.  No one to move you to your Real burial plot.  No one to make sure that The Others pay, too, in their own ways.

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Well, that’s all for me tonight.  I’ll keep you posted on my word count, beta-readers, and book reviewing as progress is made.  I found a few more useful blogs.  Hopefully they will end up on my Blogs I Like page, soon.

Until Next Time…

What are your writing rituals?  What does it take for you to zone out and just write?  Do you need music, munchies, and a vague plot?  Or do you need perfect silence, no distractions and a meticulously detailed story roadmap?  Is it helpful to talk with your significant other about where the story is going? (my husband frequently lets me use him as a sounding board for new ideas. He’s awesome like that) Or do you need to keep the whole thing to yourself?  Probably somewhere in-between, huh?

Let the world know your weird little tricks.  Someone may find them helpful.  At the very least it may help others know they’re not odd.  Well, not any odder than the rest of us writers.

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Latest NaNoWriMo Word Count, and a Synopsis

10 Nov

 

I’m up to 5,165 words as of this evening.  So far it’s not much more than a very original outline. That will change, however when I am done plotting out the big stuff and go back to flesh things out more.

This is my first attempt at writing a contemporary suspense novel, and I must admit to enjoying myself immensely.  The idea for I Killed Them, Mama just hit me a couple days into November.  It was so irresistible.

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A young woman is forced into marriage just weeks after her mother’s death.  Sold, essentially, to either pay off her father’s gambling debts, or to secure a small political position.  I haven’t decided yet. A few weeks after her wedding, she comes to the conclusion that the four people responsible for her unhappiness must be punished.  Not only for her sake, but for the sake of her younger sister, who will most likely meet a similar fate if big sister does not change the circumstances.

After finding an ally in a seemingly innocent little old lady, who also has a couple scores to settle, our young wife steps forth to deal out her own brand of justice.

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The whole thing is diary entries, which are written as though they were letters to her mother.  She does not have ‘she’s not really dead’ issues.  She just is using this as a way to help her grieve, and to make sure she keeps her mother’s memory close so as not to go too far with the revenge (i.e., poisoning the punch bowl at a family wedding and watching all of them die).

If you haven’t yet noticed, my main character does not have a name yet.  Neither do her father, mother, husband, father-in-law, or mother-in-law.  The little sister does have a name.  It’s Lissie.  I don’t know whether they will get names or not.

My husband is going to help me decide why her father forced her to marry into this particular family, other than the fact that they run the town.

Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m not allowed to edit (I have a terrible habit of editing as I write, sometimes to the point of creative paralysis), the fact that I’m working within a structured time limit, or the knowing there are thousands of people attempting the same feat with me, I don’t know, but it’s fun.

Maybe in a few days I’ll post some of what I have written.

 

Until Next Time…

What is your NaNoWriMo progress, so far?

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