Linda Maye Adams

Category Archives: Thoughts

Mystery Blogger Award


Thank you for the nomination from my my regular reader Pearl R. Meaker.  I’ll have the rules for this below, after the questions. Three things about me…okay, I got five. 1)      Does your blog have a theme? If yes, why did you choose that theme? The theme is me.  The hardest thing for fiction writers …

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Remembering Warriors Available


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Calling Time Out on Writing in Public


I’m calling time out on my story Broken Notes, because things have been so chaotic it’s been hard to keep up.  Mainly, it’s because of my job, which probably should be done by 2-3 people, and hit the point right before Thanksgiving where I hit mission failure.  The Army soldier in me, where it’s “accomplish …

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“Remembering Warriors” Rabbit Bundle


My book, Soldier, Storyteller will be released in the Remembering Warriors on January 1. One hundred years ago, in 1918, the Great War ended after four terrible years. Never had the world seen such a conflict. All touched by its scythe hoped we would never be thusly reaped again. Their hopes were but desperate dreams. …

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 23


23 Charles almost refused to come over to Randy’s house, especially after learning “one of those Chandlers” was there. Randy, frustrated by the stupidity of the feud, blurted, “So you’d the whole town go to hell than deal with a Chandler?” That had gotten him a stony silence for so long he wondered if his …

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 22


Sorry for the delay on this.  I’ve been taking the Novel Structure workshop.  It’s a lot more work than the other workshops I’ve taken, and it’s a huge learning curve for me.  Might have another lesson with a lot of work this week, and then the next two weeks, I’ll have two workshops at the …

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Writing in Public, Story #6, Scene 21


21 Nikki’s knees gave out.  She would have fallen to the sidewalk, but Randy caught her arm and held her up.  He was a warm, comforting presence. Which wasn’t much out here.  The portal in the street glared back at her like it was an eye of evil. But the sliminess had receded.  Now she …

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 20


20 Nikki couldn’t see the hunger.  But she felt it.  Cold and slimy.  Thick with darkness. It was interested in her. She could sense its curiousity.  Like she was a piece of food, and the hunger was poking around it, seeing if the food was tasty. Her body was rigid.  Sweat prickled down the hollow …

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Writing in Pubic Story #6, Scene 18


18 Randy took off at a run, headed back to the Chandler house. Fear pounded in his throat and face and chest. It pushed at him from behind and came at him from all around. The day had grown distressingly dark.  He could still see the sun through the trees, but it seemed dimmer. He …

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Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 17


17 It was like time had gone into slow motion.  Brian reached across the front seat.  His fingers fumbled at the lock. He might have said something. Shimmering light drew Nikki’s gaze.  Like a rainbow that had been scrunched. Light shot from her house, and the other six houses, seven beams that intersected in the …

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