Season of Crime

I can't believe I haven't posted since Wednesday. That in itself is a crime. No excuse!

I had a great session with a friend and fellow writer today who helped me crystallize the subplot of a current WIP. I've had some trouble fitting the co-protagonist's story into the tale and the drill of "what does the character want, what does the scene do, whom does it affect? " Really helped.

It's is sticky humid here and murder hangs heavy in the air. On heavy summer nights when the breeze goes away, I feel the mayhem in the woods beyond my meadow. I can see two fellows burying a corpse or tossing out a pistol used in a murder.

I don't know why I suspect the night of malevolence. Experience, I guess.

Keep a light on. You might keep it on even as you go to sleep. You never know for sure ...