I have plenty of things in the queue for this blog: writing playlists, reviews of writing-related books, an anecdote or two about the road that's led me to Aviario ... but right now, my focus is on something big and exciting that I have in the works: my mailing list! I'd ask you to join it right now, but the fact is: it's not ready yet, and this post's purpose is to tell you exactly why.
I know I have a lot of casual readers on Twitter and Facebook, but I want those who join my mailing list to get something beyond just the "first scoop" on what's going on. I want to get to know them, since my readers are so important to me. Beyond that, I want to give them something special. That's why it's going to take a while to prepare, and I hope to have it ready by the end of August.
Subscribers to my mailing list will receive a series of emails called Around Aviario in 30 Days. It's a projected collection of 30 short stories about the inhabitants of my tiny Connecticut city: its past, its present, and some of the more supernaturally inclined inhabitants ... the ones other residents refer to as "Those People". Some of these stories will take place outside the town lines, but will still have relevance at some point in the city's timeline. Think of it as a sort of game: finding out where each story fits into things as the books come out!
With that bit of exciting news, I'm going to get cracking on these stories. In the meantime, please enjoy yesterday's #1lineWed excerpt, and I'll write to you all again, soon!
For the last few weeks, I've been sharing excerpts on Facebook which fit the weekly theme for Twitter's One Line Wednesday. I've decided to move them here. Here's the latest offering: a tidbit from In The Cards.
“We got any other loose nails need fixin’ around here?”
“Not that I can think of. I’m looking at a loose screw right now, though.”
“Har har har, Slovich. Bite me.” Ral positioned the nail carefully, then gave it a few taps to seat it. Just as he was about to drive the hammer home, the phone behind the counter rang.
“I would have laughed if you hit your thumb.”
“You are my very, very best friend, you know that? Answer your damn phone.”
“Bestest of friends forever and ever,” she smiled as she picked up the phone, only to shriek mid-greeting as he hurled a crumpled paper from his pocket at her. “Balefires, June speaking—aah. Dick! … Not you, of course. How may I help you? … Oh, thank Goddess, hi Sam. I was super crazy hoping it’d be someone I knew. Ral’s throwing things at me, I think I need to report a case of disorderly conduct. … Oh. … Yeah, I guess I could. … I mean, only if you throw in an hour of community service too. … Cool, it’s a deal.” She covered the mouthpiece and leaned over the counter. “It’s Sam. He says he won’t lock you up for bullying me if you swing by his place when you get out tonight.”
“And my community service?” Ral grinned.
“Taste test Barb’s new lasagna recipe.”
“That’s gonna be tough.” With a few sharp swings of the hammer, he took care of the cabinet, then set the tool aside and stood up to take the phone. “Oi, Sam. Haven’t even heard my story and you’re already pickin’ out my sentence! What’s the matter with you?” As he listened, the smile faded from his face, and he gripped the edge of the counter. “… Oh. Yeah, absolutely. Don’t know how much help I’ll be, but … I’ll try.” With a wince, he nodded, despite the fact that the Lieutenant couldn’t see him on the other end of the line. “Sure thing. Be there tomorrow.” He held the receiver back out toward June.
“What’s going on?” She asked, as she hung up.
“Can’t say,” he insisted, letting go of the counter, careful not to let the fresh scratches in the worn oak show. “But I might need to leave early tomorrow. Nothing’s wrong with Sam, but … somebody around here might really not be right in the head.”
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