Where Am I?

In this part of the book, Jason has been abducted:

A heavy rubber boot crushed Jason’s cheek against the cold dirt, forced face down. His hands tied behind his back. Iron chains dug into his ankles. Jason gagged down the nauseating smell of manure, radiating from the bottom of his attacker’s boot.

It was humid and hot. Someone had stripped him down to his boxers. A drop of sweat rolled down between his shoulder blades towards his neck, embodying his vulnerability. He could smell tobacco and beer on the hot breath of his attacker as the man leaned down close to his ear.

“We need the antidote to the virus!”

Every writer has to start somewhere and this is my beginning.

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Digital Girlfriend

In this part of the book,  Isaac reveals to Jason that he has been trying to help him by creating a digital computer copy of Boston.  Below is an exert from the book.

“I need that party and you need a girlfriend,” Isaac said as he motioned for Jason to join him at the  computer terminal. Jason stood up as Isaac typed in more commands and pointed at the wall monitor.

On the monitor, the image of Boston appeared on the beach where Jason had just been surfing. The lower half of her body fading in and out.

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Tough Enough

In the book, Jason saves Boston:

Jason grabbed the branch and started running. He burst into the clearing in the center of the park and took in the scene in an instant. Maple and elm trees surrounded an old merry-go-round. Next to the merry-go-round, an iron slide stood out like an ancient metal sentinel amid the tall foliage. Ricky’s back was to Jason. He had Boston pinned atop the merry-go-round. His legs stuck out between the bars as his groping hands moved up her thighs. The sheer mass of Ricky’s body had restrained her kicking, allowing him to tear a piece of cloth from the bottom of her skirt and stuff it in her mouth. Todd and Raoul gawked in pleasure at Boston’s bare legs, holding the merry-go-round steady while Ricky worked.

Jason did not hesitate. Using the element of surprise to his advantage, he rushed forward and slammed his club into Stedman’s back with a loud crack, reeling Boston’s attacker forward. Boston shielded herself as the line backer collapsed.

Getting a Book Doctor’s Opinion

I wanted to know how good my script really was, so I hired Jason Black,  a professional book doctor, to find out.

Here are a couple of comments Jason made:

…You have work to do, but you should be proud of what you’ve done so far. With a plot that’s as complex and tricky as this one, it’s not easy for anyone to come this close to getting it right as you have. Now go and take it the rest of the way.

…Please keep in touch and let me know how the book fares in the marketplace.

Pacific Northwest Writers Association Contest

Last February, I entered the Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest. Although I missed being a finalist, both judges gave me great critiques.

One judge wrote, “Excellent job. There’s some tightening and craft work to be done, but I’m ready for more pages. Dear writer, do continue honing your skills and this particular story. I can see you selling this work….with a bit of streamlining, you’ll have a good James Patterson bullet of a tale.”

Judge two wrote, “Two thumb’s up. …so much I’d like to get into with this writer and this work. That said, ‘it’s been a pleasure. One day I very well might see this on a Borders’ shelf next couple years.'”