The following is an excerpt from my Irish mystery novel, Into the Fog, a sequel to Through the Fog.
“Niall; Fearghal. Step in side and have a whiskey.” The look on their faces was almost worth the days that came after.
“Told you he was here.”
“You also said he wasn’t a fool. You’re one for two, Niall.”
Niall glared at his older, larger (but, shall we say, less intellectual?) brother and moved toward the front step. “I’ve given up whiskey entirely, Martin, but a cup of something hot wouldn’t go amiss.” I had to step back inside to make room in the doorway for them to come in.
Fearghal O’ Quinn wasn’t quite tall enough to duck as he came through, but he filled a normal sized room well enough. Niall, not as tall and not as broad, always seemed restless, as if he were anticipating a surprise he wasn’t going to like.
Niall jostled Fearghal. “Get in, get in; my backside’s hanging out the door.” Stepping around his brother, he stopped cold.
… more … “Into the Fog – Book Excerpt”
Below is an excerpt from one of my unpublished works, The Village Id — my homage to P. G. Wodehouse.
Every village has a character. I don’t mean the village idiot. I mean a personality, a feel that’s obvious to visitors, yet invisible to residents.
Come to think of it, every village has a character in the other sense. Not necessarily an idiot. That would hardly be polite, and rarely truthful.
No, a character: the odd man out, the one whose character isn’t totally aligned with the village’s.
In Iddington village that would be me: I’m the only sane person there.
… more … “The Village Id – Excerpt from an Unpublished Work”
It was good to be back in Ireland. My annual trips to Sligo had not only helped my understanding of the ancient language of the land, but given me an almost native comprehension of the modern as well.
It was a warm morning for Sligo; the sea breeze was usually cooler this time of year. Doesn’t matter; I’ll just lay here a bit longer; eyes closed, pondering the first cup of tea like you can’t get anywhere else in the world. Milk, not cream; no sugar, please.
The pain in my temple made me shoot upright in bed, which not only made the pain worse, but confused me immensely—there was no reason I should be in Sligo right now; the first glimpse of the room confirmed that, indeed, I was not.
I should, in fact, have been on the floor of the shed outside this house, not lying in my underwear in a feather bed in an upstairs bedroom.
Memory; that’s it, I’ve been having trouble with my memory.
An excerpt from my book, “Through the Fog: An Irish Advenure”. It is available at Amazon.
Wednesdays we’ll be posting excerpts of Joel’s writings. Today’s excerpt is from Getting Your Book Out of the Someday Box.
Connect with an accountability mentor. You have friends and professional acquaintances who’d be delighted if you asked them to help you get your book done. A couple points on choosing them:
1. They need to believe. Somebody once started the lie that having someone tell you you’ll never succeed would inspire you to prove them wrong. Wrong. You do not need a troll, you need a rabid cheerleader who’ll make you believe when you forget to.
2. They need to not believe. … more … “Book Excerpt from Getting Your Book Out of the Someday Box”
We’ve arranged with our local library to present in person “Taking the Pain & Mystery Out of Becoming a Writer”.
Date: Saturday, January 18, 2014
Time: 2:00 pm CST to 3:30 pm CST
Where: Rice Lake Public Library, Friendship Room, 2 E. Marshall Street
This is no charge to attend!
Details and more information can be found in our Events section.
For more information please contact:
Sue L Canfield 715 296 0347