Cooking the Hook - NEW

found written on a bookmark. "If you can't keep promises to yourself, who can you make them to?" If you can’t keep promises to yourself, how can you make promises to anyone else? Someone who matters.

I haven't posted here in a while, because, you know... writing. This is about how my experience at last year's WUUCON  and the members of the Writer Unboxed  community are still helping me find my way through the writing jungle. You know you do it. Pick up a new book and take it to the bathroom with you, the intention being you'd give the book as long as whatever takes and the author would be lucky if you brought a bookmark. I have two piles on the desk outside the bathroom door and one of them is a lot tall than the other. Now, I know that sounds disrespectful, but I've been multitasking since I was first inducted into Ma Bell's army in 1971. According to the Bell telephone company, if you weren't doing at least three things at once, they were paying you too much and sayonara! This morning the book was “ Author in Progress ”, edited by Therese Walsh , articles contributed by the Writer Unboxed community. WUUCON was five months ago and I'm jus...

A drug dealing ladies man and part-time assassin with psychic skills meets the woman he'll mend most of his ways for. A new age con artist herself, she's got her own brand of psychic ability and a troubling history of being on hand for untimely deaths.  When they meet, he’s on vacation from the Life and she's married to a gangster wannabe who's blackmailing her to keep her in line. Cosmic lust comes before trust, but they must learn to work together if they hope to thwart her husband's plans to sell her and her secrets to settle a deadly debt.                 “So, just how do we turn this darkness into light?" she said and shuffled the cards. The deck was old and soft and made a purring sound in her hands. He picked up her thick braid, squeezed it gently and whispered in her ear,            "One well-deserving motherfucker at a time.” Then he wrapped the braid around her neck, tilted he...