Monthly Archives: April 2013
Another excerpt from my upcoming novel, Fragments of Light:
One by one, they shuffled out of the falling rain to the shelter of Fat Billy’s carport.
Although the rain had only been falling for twenty minutes, which was about the time it took for them to leave the woods and walk to Fat Billy’s, the sky had been black, with purplish storm clouds bulging for most of the morning.
“Told you we should have left the woods a lot sooner,” complained one of the boys.
“Quit bitching you pussy,” said Fat Billy, as he opened a door to a small store room under his carport and handed out small orange rags, like the ones used in mechanic shops.
The following is a preview to my upcoming novel, Fragments of Light.
They shuffled noiselessly through the woods, only stopping on occasion to slap at a mosquito or to complain about the enveloping cold. They were all donned in camouflage, or olive drab fatigues they’d purchased with their allowance money from a local Army surplus store.
They carried a variety of items including a machete, an axe or two, and canteens full of water. Today they were trudging through the woods trying to determine what
damage the construction crews had done to the woods during the week.
They slowly came to a halt, and began to sip water from their canteens. The boys all hunched over and began drawing diagrams in the dirt with sticks.
I’ve been spending the past couple days wondering what it would have been like to write before the advent of television and film. And also, just how much of my own work is influenced, either directly or indirectly, by these mediums.
First and foremost I consider myself more of a reader. If given the choice between sprawling into a comfortable sofa or chair with a good book or vegging out in bed to a 12-hour NCIS marathon, eight times out of ten, I usually choose the book.