Tuesday, June 28, 2016

from 'To Speak of Things Unseen'

Working on the new book, I am definitely proving (at least to myself) that I don't write for the dollars. The first book in this series has not caught on at all. I suspect it's only had previous fans buying it with no attraction from paranormal or for that matter the average romance readers. 

Anyway I said I'd write five, and I will. Possibly having more will be a benefit-- someday lol. 

So here's a randomly chosen snippet from the next one (where I am only a bit over half finished). Since this is a rough draft, the excerpt might change some from the actual book, due out in late July-- I think. The heroine is trying to convince a small theater director and his potential cast, that she's got the perfect play for them to produce.

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    She looked back at David thinking if Chuck got out of line, he might be learning a few lessons he hadn’t counted on. She wouldn’t even need a plasma bolt to do it. She was well trained in the martial arts.
    “Vislogus is about those who use magic to combat evil. The hero is a loner for the most part and almost a sacrificial figure, who finds most don’t understand him.”
    “Magic?” David said with some skepticism in his voice. “How would that work into small theater? Sounds more like a movie.”
    “It’s the dialogue that would work. It would not require the whole book, but several of the chapters are heated with the conflict between the hero and the woman he wishes loved him, but she doesn’t. I suppose there is a little of Superman in it, but the dialogue is witty, fast moving and delves into the meaning of life.”
    “And it’s a bestseller?” David asked with even more skepticism. “That’s not the usual for Americans.”
    “Well I suppose the rest of it, the action is why it’s found such favor. The thing though is part of it could be a very thoughtful play with the way it pulls the reader or in the viewer into the questions of life. When Adolph is threatened, it’s mostly for those who don’t understand what he stands for.”
    “Avengers style?” Chuck asked slurring the words a little. “I could get into this.”
    Debbie glared at him. Elke wondered if the two had something going or more the case, Debbie wanted there to be.
    “Do you have a copy of the play?” David asked sounding a little more interested.
    “Not yet. That is the problem at this point. I could get the play written rapidly because it would practically write itself. I need though to get the writer’s permission.”
David let out a breath. “Who is it?”
    “Mitchell Ford. Do you know him?”
     “I have heard the name. I am trying to think of why.”

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