Don’t
you just love it when things fall into place? You know, when plans fall into
place, a job falls into place, kids fall into place, and especially when a
manuscript falls into place.
As all
writers know, some books are a struggle, some go rather smoothly (although I
have never been lucky enough to have a book ‘write itself’). My upcoming
release, Without Mercy, did NOT fall into place. As a matter of fact, I had to
grab it, wrestle it down, beat it into submission, and SHOVE it, kicking and
screaming, into place.
I
started writing WM in 2009. I liked the idea, and the first half a dozen
chapters came fairly easily. Then, I hit a wall. Hard. My characters were in a
BIG PICKLE, and I didn’t know how to get them out of it. Over the years, I
would pick it back up and write a little here and there, but I never progressed
very far, and definitely not very quickly.
A few
months ago, I picked it up again. This time, I was determined to finish it.
Come hell or high water, bald spots and all. Even if it meant doubling up on
the anti-anxiety meds.
Again, I
struggled, but this time, I powered my way through, with a bit of brainstorming
help from my CP’s. My writing style has changed some since 2009, so I had to
‘fix’ quite a few problem areas. Oh, and also, at one point during the recent
rewriting, my flash drive became corrupted, and I lost all the progress I’d
made. So that was awesome. (NOT) But, again, I powered through. Now, I am
pleased to say, the book is finished and currently with a proofreader. (After a
lot of help from wonderful beta readers, among them, Diane Burton, and with
help from my critique partners, who always have my back.)
Yes,
finally, it ‘fell into place.’ J
Is there
a manuscript or project that has given you fits like this? Did you conquer it?
Give up on it? Or is the jury still out on that one?
Below is a blurb and excerpt from Without Mercy. I hope at least some readers feel it was worth the trouble.
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Blurb:
How far will a
mother go to protect her child?
When an
apparently random bank robbery turns out to be a sinister plan, single mother
China Beckett is thrust into a nightmare.
A group of
mercenaries take over her life, threatening her young daughter and everyone
they love. Each time China makes a mistake, someone dies. She’ll fight to the
last breath to protect her child, but with no idea what move will be the wrong
one, that might not be enough.
As the lives of
China’s loved ones are jeopardized, she must take action, although she has no
idea where to turn—and time is running out. But then, a startling truth is
revealed and China discovers that the only person who can save them might
be a ghost from the past.
Excerpt:
The shrill alarm pierced the morning, jerking China
from a dream about Aiden. He’d shown up at her door, dark eyes smiling. In his
thick Irish brogue, he’d said, “No more
worries, lass. I’m here now.” Relief and love filled her heart. She’d
thrown her arms around his neck, clung to him tightly—she could almost feel his
warm, strong body—and whispered, “Come
meet your daughter…”
She’d been cocooned in sweet, safe warmth. Maybe if
she stayed in bed and lay very still, the dream wouldn't leave.
It didn’t work. The illusion fled, and there was
nothing left but to face reality. Annoyed and exhausted from another restless
night, she stumbled from bed and down the stairs.
Gunnar was sitting at the kitchen table.
“Today is your first instruction,” he said.
“Oh, goody.” Did Gunnar recognize good ole American
sarcasm? She jerked a mug from the cupboard and sloshed strong, hot coffee in
it.
“You must find out which day the Norman, Oklahoma
branch will have the most money on hand.”
Ice surrounded her heart. “You’re going to rob
another bank?”
“I did not rob a bank.”
She let out a frustrated sigh. He was like some kind
of robot, processing information in the most literal sense.
“Your gang
is going to rob another bank?”
“It is not for you to ask questions. Only to follow
instructions.”
Dread welled in her chest as she took a gulp of the
hot brew. She couldn’t be a part of this. Couldn’t aid in another robbery.
Another murder. She shook her head. “I can’t. I just…can’t.”
“You dare to refuse? Do you think we are playing?”
She remembered the web cam feed. The image of the
couple she’d sentenced to death. “I know you’re not playing.”
“The deaths that have taken place so far have been
those you are not particularly close to, true?”
She nodded.
“They will rob the bank no matter what. They wish to
have information that will gain the most profit. If you do not get this for
them, the next victim will be quite different from a boss you were not fond of.
You are very close to your aunt, am I right?”
Fear moved through her, tingling along her scalp. “You
won't... Please don't hurt Lucy.”
“Perhaps she will not feel much pain. Perhaps she
will. I cannot make any promises about that. But I can promise you that she will die.”
