Is this the secret of writing a book?
March 30, 2020
Read an excerpt from Whodunit? The Adverb Looks Guilty. It’s everything I suspect about writing.
I COULD TELL he was a writer as soon as he walked out of the library.
His shoulders sagged.
His grin had faded.
His eyes were hollow.
And one of his tennis shoelaces was untied.
He had one pencil behind his ear.
It hadn’t been sharpened.
He had a folder in his hands.
It was empty.
He sat down on a bench beneath a gnarled live oak and reached in his shirt pocket for a cigarette.
He couldn’t find one.
“I don’t smoke anymore,” he said.
His fingers were trembling.
“What were you doing in the library?” I asked him.
“Research,” he said.
“Black magic and a secret clan of Presbyterian pygmies in Southern Alabama.”
He shook his head.
“They don’t have many in South Alabama,” he said.
This time, I shrugged.
“What’s the reason behind the research?” I asked.
“I’m writing a book,” he said.
“Started it yet?”
“Got a title?” I wanted to know.
“Know your characters?”
“I’m going to have some,” he said.
“Good move,” I said.
He nodded again.
“Have a story idea?”
“It’s a thriller.”
“Got a plot?” I asked again.
“Federal judge has a secret,” he said, “and the ambassadors of thirteen foreign countries are threatening to kill him if he doesn’t tell them his secret, and now he’s waiting for a beautiful woman to save him, but she’s a vampire, and his only chance to escape is aboard a UFO piloted by a zombie who doesn’t want to leave his mama, her being a Presbyterian Pigmy and all, and she lives on a farm outside of Sylacauga.”
His eyes narrowed.
“It may turn out to be a romance,” he said.
This time I sighed.
“How’s the book coming?” I wanted to know.
“It’s going well,” he said.
“I’m finished with the most important part.”
“I have the page numbers done,” he said.
I left him looking for Pygmies.
I knew he wouldn’t find any Presbyterians.
They don’t come out ‘til after dark.
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