There’s a REALLY good novel…murder-mystery thriller, in fact.
And I’m not just saying that.
It’s set in the West. In Oregon. In a very small town in Oregon. A very small town that is very small townish, just like where I live. And corruption is rampant, violence often the answer, all kept nice and swept under the rug.
But city girls don’t know the rules, and the lawman who loves her ain’t gonna stand by and watch her get hurt…or worse.
Read it. It’s free, right now. But it won’t be for long. So get on over and grab it for your Kindle.
Missing, Assumed Dead. By Marva Dasef.
Turning my head from primarily working my graphic arts biz (see zentao.com if curious, though that’s not the half of it, not even) to writing as my focus makes me even more aware of how much work I was doing helping others with their projects while ignoring mine. It’s a real eye-opener. To suddenly focus on me is all but a completely new experience. In fact, it is a completely new experience. There’s a sense of utter joy, deeply felt to almost overwhelming, but there’s also this odd sense of guilt–a sense that I’m neglecting something that’s crucial. So I’m going to compromise just a little. I won’t say no to everyone who asks for assistance, just the most presumptive.