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New contribution to Totally Novel on writing, update on Sweet Sixteen Killer

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I've been pretty quiet lately on the blog, sorry about that. I've been laying mostly low, though I did recently begin contributing to a new website for writers and readers called Totally Novel. My first contribution for members of the site is a post I titled 3 things that prevented me from writing a novel. To read the post, sign up for a free trial. Take a look around and if you don't wanna stay, don't renew membership. That said, it's a pretty cool effort being put together by a former Google+ member like myself. As a matter of fact there are several members on the site from the old Google+ days. (Side note: there is a free membership option)
I will be contributing to the Totally Novel blog bi-monthly for now. My next addition will be in August. I'm super excited for the site and I hope you can come join us and become a part of the groups, forums, blog, workshops, and more. 
All that said, I haven't given up here. This is still my primary site and blog. 👊

Jason Richard Wright, Chapter 4

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Lacey Ann
At the tender age of six, Jason Richard Wright wanted to wed Lacey Ann. She was young, attractive and had a home-grown singing voice. She would often sing along to the radio while going about her chores, this always further tightened the romance between the six-year old and his mother.

Lacey Ann Wright was not a bad person, she was a victim. A victim of horrible parents, horrible acquaintances, horrible friends and a horrible husband. She was always ridiculed, talked-down to and hit upon. Her parents hit her, her husband hit her. It was always a vicious cycle for Lacey Ann. It wasn't easy being a single mom, but she never regretted her actions and the consequences thereof. But she was always a sucker for love, so she married.

The Man came home, bursting through the door and ripping its hinges again. The Man was drunk. He was always drunk. He called out, between sips, "LACEY! LACEY!" Little Jason Richard Wright was sitting on the couch, hoping he was n…

Jason Richard Wright, Chapter 4

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Lacey Ann
At the tender age of six, Jason Richard Wright wanted to wed Lacey Ann. She was young, attractive and had a home-grown singing voice. She would often sing along to the radio while going about her chores, this always further tightened the romance between the six-year old and his mother.

Lacey Ann Wright was not a bad person, she was a victim. A victim of horrible parents, horrible acquaintances, horrible friends and a horrible husband. She was always ridiculed, talked-down to and hit upon. Her parents hit her, her husband hit her. It was always a vicious cycle for Lacey Ann. It wasn't easy being a single mom, but she never regretted her actions and the consequences thereof. But she was always a sucker for love, so she married.

The Man came home, bursting through the door and ripping its hinges again. The Man was drunk. He was always drunk. He called out, between sips, "LACEY! LACEY!" Little Jason Richard Wright was sitting on the couch, hoping he was n…

The Agency, Chapter 5

An Agent's Thang
Madame Superior entered her office, sighed a long sigh. She removed her mink, tossed it to a sofa to her left and made her way to her secret stash of wines and various tonics. She pulled out vodka and two eggs and deposited her rump behind her desk. Agent Brown came in shortly, removing his overcoat, tossing it to the sofa, it covered her mink. He loosened his bow tie and sat across from Madame Superior.

“Vodka, Agent Brown?” she asked, as she poured, then broke the two egg shells upon the corner of her desk and dropped the yoke inside the vodka.

“No, Madame,” he spoke hoarsely, “I don’t have to drink right now.”

“I do,” she motioned to the juke with her head, “Give me music, Agent Brown.”

Agent Brown moaned as he rose from his chair, he flipped the radio on and instantly the room was filled with the presence of Etta James, “I got it bad and that ain’t good,” she sang.

“As the Americans say, ‘I hear ya, sisda,’” Madame Superior spoke, tipping her glass in the direct…

The Agency, Chapter 5

An Agent's Thang
Madame Superior entered her office, sighed a long sigh. She removed her mink, tossed it to a sofa to her left and made her way to her secret stash of wines and various tonics. She pulled out vodka and two eggs and deposited her rump behind her desk. Agent Brown came in shortly, removing his overcoat, tossing it to the sofa, it covered her mink. He loosened his bow tie and sat across from Madame Superior.

“Vodka, Agent Brown?” she asked, as she poured, then broke the two egg shells upon the corner of her desk and dropped the yoke inside the vodka.

“No, Madame,” he spoke hoarsely, “I don’t have to drink right now.”

“I do,” she motioned to the juke with her head, “Give me music, Agent Brown.”

Agent Brown moaned as he rose from his chair, he flipped the radio on and instantly the room was filled with the presence of Etta James, “I got it bad and that ain’t good,” she sang.

“As the Americans say, ‘I hear ya, sisda,’” Madame Superior spoke, tipping her glass in the direct…