Something happened to two boys over sixty years ago. The backwoods of Alabama in the 1940s set the stage for this edge of your seat thriller. Boogie and Trapper are best friends, known about town for their wild, annoying, obnoxious, and hysterically funny antics. Roaming the woods, swimming in the creek, playing Double Dare, smoking, cussing, drinking beer, and always trying to outdo each other. These two thirteen-year-old boys growing up in this time period have freedoms that would be considered absolutely crazy by today's standards. Riding their bikes on a drizzly April day, goofing off and having fun for hours, looking forward to the boy/girl party they are excitedly anticipating later today, rumors of kissing games and more make them silly and giddy. Then the day goes terribly wrong. They have found themselves in a desperate "no way out" situation. They are thrown into a horrific event that moves faster than a speeding bullet, a wild, white knuckled roller coaster ride, RUN Boogie, RUN, RUN................ A suspenseful, scary thriller, tragically horrific, it is a story that must be told, a promise that must be kept. Their lives will be changed forever - can they get away, and will they ever live to tell the tale?
My writing process isn’t something anyone would want to copy. IN fact , I’m not sure I have a process, not one I consistently follow anyway. The only thing I’m consist about is being inconsistent.
I’m lazy, so I only write as the mood strikes me. At times I write everyday, othertimes I go months and never write a word, except my notes. I do make notes as ideas or scenes come to mind. I make them on whatever paper is at hand, be it my notebook or a gum wrapper, I get the thought on paper As soon as possible. And yes! I file them, Nothing fancy; just a plain folder I keep them in, so on those golden days when the words flow free I can insert them into their proper place in my novel.
Writing isn’t easy for me. I do not type. I know nothing about computers except that those programs that type for you when you talk to them, don’t understand SOUTHERN, I say ALL, it types OIL. SO, I write everything longhand with my lavender ink pen, in my “caliber” notebook. And I write it again and again and again, until I get it right .Utill to quote Elmore Leonard, “ it don’t sound like writing. Only then am I satisfied.
I hope to get more organized as I work on my next novel.