Last year I took part in Aside From Writing's Indie Author Month and I was excited to be invited to do so again this year. I had a great time last year getting to know other indie authors and read excerpts and interviews and I really am looking forward to doing it again this year. The whole month of May, there will be a new feature every day, and I encourage my readers to follow along as well and to tweet and post to Facebook or Google + or do anything you want to share the indie authors that are featured on the blog. Follow my Twitter feed through May for updates and links. I also have a Google + account now, so you can follow me through that too.
My feature is going to be up on May 3rd and is promoting my upcoming novel A Company of Rogues The first in my Michael Crandon series, which I'm aiming to be out this fall. I'll post the link on this page once it's up. I hope you'll join me for it. It's going to feature a character interview with Michael himself =)
I'll have more posts up soon, but I really hope to see you all at Indie Author Month!
Update: Here is the link to the post, Enjoy! http://asidefromwriting.com/2014/05/03/iam-interview-with-jewel-thief-michael-crandon/
Slainte, Hazel
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Friday, August 16, 2013
Writing Reluctant and Anti Heroes
Reluctant heroes have always been one of my favorite types of protagonists. Why? Because I personally think they have more character over all. Sure, I love those really awesome heroes who just go in and do what's right without even having to think, but then I also love those reluctant heroes who might take more convincing, but always turn out good in the end. Sometimes you might want to yell at them, and deck them for their stupidity, but you have to love them anyway. Today I'm going to be talking about writing reluctant and anti heroes (and also the difference between them)
First off, let's talk reluctant heroes. The reason I decided to write this post is because in my current WIP A Company of Rogues which I introduced a while back, my hero, Michael Crandon, is very much a reluctant hero, and I have really enjoyed the dynamics of writing a character like him as I have never really gotten to do that before.
Reluctant heroes are protagonists who are thrust into situations which force them to act against their will and become the hero of the story. In my story, Michael is trying to make a quiet living for himself and stay out of trouble as much as possible when he finds out that an old enemy from the days when he was a thief, thinks he stole an emerald necklace that they had tried to steal before on a botched heist. If that isn't bad enough, a young man shows up on his doorstep looking for help after having gotten tangled up with Michael's enemy. Michael knows he has to do something about it, and grudgingly decides to try and figure it out.
The first thing to know about reluctant heroes, is that they usually initially only do things if they somehow profit in it. Apart from Michael's conscious--which he always denies he has--he knows that he will never be able to achieve the peace he wants if he doesn't figure out a way to get his enemy, Randall, off his tail. Thus, he decides to help Reilly, mainly for his own gain. This doesn't mean that your hero doesn't also suffer from scruples or inner compassion--it just isn't at the forefront, and they rarely let it show to others.
It might take a while for reluctant heroes to rise to the occasion, and sometimes, they might need a push, in some cases a brutal one, to get them going. A lot of times, reluctant heroes are also self-professed cowards. Whether they actually are cowards, or they just say that as an excuse to not do what's right, is up to the author.
A good example of a reluctant hero (and one of my all time favorites) is Dustfinger from Cornelia Funke's Inkheart books. Dustfinger really is a coward, and he likes to pretend he doesn't care for anyone but himself, and often he can come across as really not a very good guy. You might still think of his negatively even when you know more about him, but he was also very much able to rise to the occasion and sacrifice everything for the people he cared for. If you need a good reference for what a reluctant hero is, do read Inkheart as Dustfinger is a prime example.
So, as a recap:
Reluctant heroes are heroes who need a kick out the door sometimes; perhaps it's something that happens to them to change their mind, such as the death of a loved one, or maybe they see some sort of self gain in the venture to make them take part in it--in which they only expect to go part way, but usually end up doing more than they ever considered they were capable of.
A reluctant hero can sometimes be a completely hatable person initially, and this is okay, as long as he changes for the best in the end.
A reluctant hero must always be a dynamic character. He has to learn something by the end of the book/series, otherwise readers are not going to find him very likable. He must overcome his reluctance and rise to the occasion, whatever that may be. (i.e. If he is a coward, he must willingly put his life in danger for the sake of another.)
Now we can talk about anti heroes.
The difference between a reluctant hero and an anti hero is that, unlike the reluctant hero, the anti hero can be as brave and courageous as your typical knight in shining armor, and more than willing to do what needs to be done. The only difference is that he is not in himself, a good person. In general, anti heroes are the kinds of people you would never expect to be a good person, such as a torturer, a member of a disreputable group of people (use your imagination) or someone on the wrong side of the law. And no, I'm not talking about characters like Robin Hood either. Like reluctant heroes, anti heroes usually do things for themselves above all else, and their personal gain is usually what they think of first, but unlike them, they are rarely cowards.
An anti hero always lives by his own moral code, whether that be moral or no. He might just possibly be technically a murderer, or something just as bad, but in his own eyes, it would always make sense and be for the best. Like the reluctant hero, he has to have his 'rise to the occasion' moment, but it might be different than that of his reluctant cousin.
The fun thing about anti heroes is that there are several different genres of them. First you have the guys that one can either see as a villain or someone in the right, depending on the reader's (or sometimes even the author's) point of view. Then you have the characters (the ones who usually end up being vigilantes or private investigators or other such people) who might technically do the 'right thing' but go about it in a fashion few decent people would think to do (thus the 'their own moral code' thing.) Think a lot of Noir heroes, or others like that.
I haven't really gotten the chance to write a real anti hero myself, but I've always found them fascinating characters. They have the chance to be very dynamic, and while they can sometimes come across as the 'bad boys', they usually are still incredibly likable. Another things is that anti heroes don't always have to change their ways either, or at least not entirely. They should, of course, have their moment of rising to the occasion, but that doesn't have to take their character away entirely. If you write a really good anti hero, readers might not want to see him turn all 'goody goody'.
A good example of an anti hero is Captain Nemo from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Some might view him as the villain, others might see him in a sympathetic light, and that makes him an interesting character. The thing that makes him different from an actual villain is that he was turned bad by tragic events. If his home and people hadn't been destroyed, he probably never would have been in the position he was. Characters like this, even if you can't really find much actual 'good' in them, usually have at least a natural nobility underneath it all.
To recap:
Anti heroes are heroes one wouldn't normally expect to be the 'good guy'. They always follow their own moral code whether it be moral or not.
You can actually play them up as the villain, but he must have a defining moment in which he turns around. He doesn't always have to change his character, however, unlike the reluctant hero, who, while he might struggle with his personal character for the rest of his life, is still a very changed man after his defining moment.
I hope this post might help those who are considering writing reluctant or anti heroes. If you have any other tips or examples of the two in books or movies, drop a comment!
Slainte, Hazel
First off, let's talk reluctant heroes. The reason I decided to write this post is because in my current WIP A Company of Rogues which I introduced a while back, my hero, Michael Crandon, is very much a reluctant hero, and I have really enjoyed the dynamics of writing a character like him as I have never really gotten to do that before.
Reluctant heroes are protagonists who are thrust into situations which force them to act against their will and become the hero of the story. In my story, Michael is trying to make a quiet living for himself and stay out of trouble as much as possible when he finds out that an old enemy from the days when he was a thief, thinks he stole an emerald necklace that they had tried to steal before on a botched heist. If that isn't bad enough, a young man shows up on his doorstep looking for help after having gotten tangled up with Michael's enemy. Michael knows he has to do something about it, and grudgingly decides to try and figure it out.
The first thing to know about reluctant heroes, is that they usually initially only do things if they somehow profit in it. Apart from Michael's conscious--which he always denies he has--he knows that he will never be able to achieve the peace he wants if he doesn't figure out a way to get his enemy, Randall, off his tail. Thus, he decides to help Reilly, mainly for his own gain. This doesn't mean that your hero doesn't also suffer from scruples or inner compassion--it just isn't at the forefront, and they rarely let it show to others.
It might take a while for reluctant heroes to rise to the occasion, and sometimes, they might need a push, in some cases a brutal one, to get them going. A lot of times, reluctant heroes are also self-professed cowards. Whether they actually are cowards, or they just say that as an excuse to not do what's right, is up to the author.
A good example of a reluctant hero (and one of my all time favorites) is Dustfinger from Cornelia Funke's Inkheart books. Dustfinger really is a coward, and he likes to pretend he doesn't care for anyone but himself, and often he can come across as really not a very good guy. You might still think of his negatively even when you know more about him, but he was also very much able to rise to the occasion and sacrifice everything for the people he cared for. If you need a good reference for what a reluctant hero is, do read Inkheart as Dustfinger is a prime example.
So, as a recap:
Reluctant heroes are heroes who need a kick out the door sometimes; perhaps it's something that happens to them to change their mind, such as the death of a loved one, or maybe they see some sort of self gain in the venture to make them take part in it--in which they only expect to go part way, but usually end up doing more than they ever considered they were capable of.
A reluctant hero can sometimes be a completely hatable person initially, and this is okay, as long as he changes for the best in the end.
A reluctant hero must always be a dynamic character. He has to learn something by the end of the book/series, otherwise readers are not going to find him very likable. He must overcome his reluctance and rise to the occasion, whatever that may be. (i.e. If he is a coward, he must willingly put his life in danger for the sake of another.)
Now we can talk about anti heroes.
The difference between a reluctant hero and an anti hero is that, unlike the reluctant hero, the anti hero can be as brave and courageous as your typical knight in shining armor, and more than willing to do what needs to be done. The only difference is that he is not in himself, a good person. In general, anti heroes are the kinds of people you would never expect to be a good person, such as a torturer, a member of a disreputable group of people (use your imagination) or someone on the wrong side of the law. And no, I'm not talking about characters like Robin Hood either. Like reluctant heroes, anti heroes usually do things for themselves above all else, and their personal gain is usually what they think of first, but unlike them, they are rarely cowards.
An anti hero always lives by his own moral code, whether that be moral or no. He might just possibly be technically a murderer, or something just as bad, but in his own eyes, it would always make sense and be for the best. Like the reluctant hero, he has to have his 'rise to the occasion' moment, but it might be different than that of his reluctant cousin.
The fun thing about anti heroes is that there are several different genres of them. First you have the guys that one can either see as a villain or someone in the right, depending on the reader's (or sometimes even the author's) point of view. Then you have the characters (the ones who usually end up being vigilantes or private investigators or other such people) who might technically do the 'right thing' but go about it in a fashion few decent people would think to do (thus the 'their own moral code' thing.) Think a lot of Noir heroes, or others like that.
I haven't really gotten the chance to write a real anti hero myself, but I've always found them fascinating characters. They have the chance to be very dynamic, and while they can sometimes come across as the 'bad boys', they usually are still incredibly likable. Another things is that anti heroes don't always have to change their ways either, or at least not entirely. They should, of course, have their moment of rising to the occasion, but that doesn't have to take their character away entirely. If you write a really good anti hero, readers might not want to see him turn all 'goody goody'.
A good example of an anti hero is Captain Nemo from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Some might view him as the villain, others might see him in a sympathetic light, and that makes him an interesting character. The thing that makes him different from an actual villain is that he was turned bad by tragic events. If his home and people hadn't been destroyed, he probably never would have been in the position he was. Characters like this, even if you can't really find much actual 'good' in them, usually have at least a natural nobility underneath it all.
To recap:
Anti heroes are heroes one wouldn't normally expect to be the 'good guy'. They always follow their own moral code whether it be moral or not.
You can actually play them up as the villain, but he must have a defining moment in which he turns around. He doesn't always have to change his character, however, unlike the reluctant hero, who, while he might struggle with his personal character for the rest of his life, is still a very changed man after his defining moment.
I hope this post might help those who are considering writing reluctant or anti heroes. If you have any other tips or examples of the two in books or movies, drop a comment!
Slainte, Hazel
Thursday, July 11, 2013
My new Book! Introducing Michael Crandon!!
I know I promised this last month, but, well, one thing led to another and I just kept forgetting or putting it off, but FINALLY, I am very ready to introduce you to the new book I'm writing and my brand new cast of characters!
The Book: A Company of Rogues: a Michael Crandon Mystery-- Being the Misfortunes of a Retired Jewel Thief, a Young Con Artist, and a Romance Writer
That pretty much sums it up. Michael Crandon is a retired jewel thief living in 1930s London. He prefers to live a quiet life, having given up thieving after a heist went horribly wrong, and wants nothing more than to lie low, drink tea, knit, and go about his business--consulting for other thieves who need advice. Until one day, an old 'friend' shows up on his doorstep saying that the emerald necklace Michael had tried and failed to steal five years before has been taken, and his old enemy who worked with him on the original heist, thinks he took it and is out for Michael's blood. If that's not bad enough, young Will Reilly, a budding con artist, shows up at Michael's flat on the run from the same man who after him. Michael's quiet existence is shattered beyond repair, and he's forced to do something about it before he can go back to the life he had come to enjoy. So he decides (with much grumbling) to enlist the help of Reilly, his Russian friend, Victor, and Justine Aberline, a romance writer and Michael's sweetheart, to find the necklace before his enemies can catch him.
So, yes, I'm writing another mystery novel, but it is totally different from Anthony Maxwell. In fact, Michael is probably the polar opposite of Anthony in every aspect, which is what makes writing him after Anthony so fun. I've wanted to write a story about a jewel thief for a while--little did a know, that a jewel thief like Michael Crandon would cross my mind however. I had in mind that dashing rogue, but Michael is the cautious homebody, who never takes unnecessary risks, and might even come across as a coward on occasion.
I'm not really sure if I would consider this story a Noir, it doesn't have all the components of the actual genre Noir, but it's got the reluctant/antihero (for Michael is very much that) and the kind of underlying feel of dreariness, along with the theme of human feelings/condition. However, Michael's narration has a definitely sarcastic and witty undertone. It's definitely more of a character driven mystery than "A Case of Poisons" which was a plot driven mystery. There's a lot of realization and soul searching in Michael's story, and will be much more as the series progresses. There's underlying themes of insecurity and trying to come to terms with yourself. There's also the typical storylines I love to write about such as friendship, true love born of a natural easiness between Michael and Justine (as in, they KNOW they will always love each other, and don't worry about that at all) and of course father-son angst and fluff as well.
Michael Crandon
Michael is the protagonist and narrator of the story. He's an ex-jewel thief, and now consults for other thieves for a price to make his living. When he's not consulting, he's enjoying a good cup of tea or knitting, which relaxes him.
Will Reilly
Reilly is a young budding con artist (though he's not very good) who got on the wrong side of Michael's old enemy, Randall, and was forced to seek help from Michael who he had heard offered thieves advice. Michael's not sure what to think of the young man, but Reilly tries his best to get into his good graces.
Justine Aberline
Justine is Michael's sweetheart, having met him while researching for one of her novels. She's also a romance writer under the pen name 'Phyllis Paperwhite'. She often helps Michael fix his problems, and enjoys random forays out onto the streets in disguise.
Charles Randall
Randall is Michael's old enemy, having been the man who ruined the original heist of the emerald necklace and thus forced Michael into an early retirement. He's a rich London celebrity whose random fits of rage are the only thing that betray the evilness under the rich playboy exterior.
Inspector Dowd
Dowd is a corrupt Scotland Yard inspector who nearly tracked down Michael's involvement in the first heist, but without any proof, could not convict him. In possession of a sadistic mind (and toadies who are just as bad) he enjoys tormenting Michael in the hopes he'll catch him at doing something illegal.
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And now for a special treat, I'm going to share with you the first chapter! Please note that this is still in it's first draft stage, so content is subject to change. If you see any typos or have any suggestions, let me know! I'd like to get some feedback.
The Book: A Company of Rogues: a Michael Crandon Mystery-- Being the Misfortunes of a Retired Jewel Thief, a Young Con Artist, and a Romance Writer
That pretty much sums it up. Michael Crandon is a retired jewel thief living in 1930s London. He prefers to live a quiet life, having given up thieving after a heist went horribly wrong, and wants nothing more than to lie low, drink tea, knit, and go about his business--consulting for other thieves who need advice. Until one day, an old 'friend' shows up on his doorstep saying that the emerald necklace Michael had tried and failed to steal five years before has been taken, and his old enemy who worked with him on the original heist, thinks he took it and is out for Michael's blood. If that's not bad enough, young Will Reilly, a budding con artist, shows up at Michael's flat on the run from the same man who after him. Michael's quiet existence is shattered beyond repair, and he's forced to do something about it before he can go back to the life he had come to enjoy. So he decides (with much grumbling) to enlist the help of Reilly, his Russian friend, Victor, and Justine Aberline, a romance writer and Michael's sweetheart, to find the necklace before his enemies can catch him.
So, yes, I'm writing another mystery novel, but it is totally different from Anthony Maxwell. In fact, Michael is probably the polar opposite of Anthony in every aspect, which is what makes writing him after Anthony so fun. I've wanted to write a story about a jewel thief for a while--little did a know, that a jewel thief like Michael Crandon would cross my mind however. I had in mind that dashing rogue, but Michael is the cautious homebody, who never takes unnecessary risks, and might even come across as a coward on occasion.
I'm not really sure if I would consider this story a Noir, it doesn't have all the components of the actual genre Noir, but it's got the reluctant/antihero (for Michael is very much that) and the kind of underlying feel of dreariness, along with the theme of human feelings/condition. However, Michael's narration has a definitely sarcastic and witty undertone. It's definitely more of a character driven mystery than "A Case of Poisons" which was a plot driven mystery. There's a lot of realization and soul searching in Michael's story, and will be much more as the series progresses. There's underlying themes of insecurity and trying to come to terms with yourself. There's also the typical storylines I love to write about such as friendship, true love born of a natural easiness between Michael and Justine (as in, they KNOW they will always love each other, and don't worry about that at all) and of course father-son angst and fluff as well.
The Characters
Michael Crandon
Michael is the protagonist and narrator of the story. He's an ex-jewel thief, and now consults for other thieves for a price to make his living. When he's not consulting, he's enjoying a good cup of tea or knitting, which relaxes him.
Will ReillyReilly is a young budding con artist (though he's not very good) who got on the wrong side of Michael's old enemy, Randall, and was forced to seek help from Michael who he had heard offered thieves advice. Michael's not sure what to think of the young man, but Reilly tries his best to get into his good graces.
Justine is Michael's sweetheart, having met him while researching for one of her novels. She's also a romance writer under the pen name 'Phyllis Paperwhite'. She often helps Michael fix his problems, and enjoys random forays out onto the streets in disguise.
Charles Randall Randall is Michael's old enemy, having been the man who ruined the original heist of the emerald necklace and thus forced Michael into an early retirement. He's a rich London celebrity whose random fits of rage are the only thing that betray the evilness under the rich playboy exterior.
Inspector Dowd Dowd is a corrupt Scotland Yard inspector who nearly tracked down Michael's involvement in the first heist, but without any proof, could not convict him. In possession of a sadistic mind (and toadies who are just as bad) he enjoys tormenting Michael in the hopes he'll catch him at doing something illegal.
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And now for a special treat, I'm going to share with you the first chapter! Please note that this is still in it's first draft stage, so content is subject to change. If you see any typos or have any suggestions, let me know! I'd like to get some feedback.
Chapter One
In which an “old friend” comes to visit
I hate it when old friends are
presumptuous enough to come visit. Especially when the visit consists of more
of a plea for help than a social call and the old friend never was a friend to
begin with. There are so few people from my past that I would actually consider
friends that I can’t even remember them. But that morning someone who
considered himself my friend—despite any denial on my part—made himself present
at my door as I was having my tea and toast which is a sacrament in itself. But
that was where this all started, and what led me to eventually take up a pen
and write this chronicle at the bidding of a writer I know. I do not presume to
be as good a wordsmith as that certain lady writer who holds my heart, but I
have found it hard ever to say nay to anything she told me. Perhaps my only
weakness at the end of the day.
But my writing endeavours are not important. What was,
was that I was interrupted in my morning tea when I had just taken up the paper
to read by a knock on my door. It firmly stated on the plaque outside my door
that my hours of operation were 11 AM to 5 PM and usually my clients paid
attention to that, due to my occupation, perhaps; however old friends don’t
think they need to follow hours of operation when visiting apparently, even when
turning up at my office. The fact that it was also my residence was irrelevant.
I got up anyway, looking at my watch and griping that it
was only 8:30 but opened the door anyway, for money was money and I was always
short of it.
Little did I expect the face that presented itself to me,
however. I was almost of a mind to shut the door again, but perhaps it was the
utmost look of pleading on the man’s face that made me keep it open just enough
to hear his tale of woe. I was an idiot because of that If I had known even a
fraction of what would follow I would have shut the door and bolted it into the
bargain.
“Michael Crandon,” he said, relief clearly showing in his
expression and the relaxing of his figure as he saw me. “I feared you had moved
on, it was only luck that I heard you were living in this flat now.”
No luck of mine. “Frank Hobbles,” I stated in return,
looking him up and down. “I didn’t think to see you again.” I took my old acquaintance
in with the practiced eye of one who can take in details quickly. He was fatter
than when I had last seen him, though he had never had my slim frame even then,
and he had the look of a man who was harried mercilessly on normal occasion,
and I had a feeling it was not from a demanding wife. I took a guess he was
working as a clerk or secretary—which ink stains on his cuffs also indicated—for
a particularly odious personage. Even now he was looking over his shoulder as
if he expected someone to be following him. He clutched his hat in both hands
and was wringing it nearly out of shape.
“Might I come in, Michael?” he asked, pleading creeping into
his voice ever so slightly. I did my best to ignore that. I knew exactly what
happened when one’s old acquaintances stop by to visit. But as I said, money
was short, and he looked like he would be willing to pay the price for my
services. Thrice, perhaps, if I was feeling particularly surly after the chat.
“All right,” I told him.
“Oh, thank you, Michael!” he said, another flush of
relief washing over him, but I stopped him before he could come in the door,
holding up a hand.
“It’s five pounds at the door for consulting fee,” I told
him firmly.
“But surely, an old friend…” he began.
“It’s for my tea budget,” I told him. “If I can afford
nothing else, I at least like to keep a stock of tea. That and knitting relax
me.”
“You’ve changed since the old days,” Hobbles said as he
grudgingly fished for a wallet and handed me my five pounds before I let him in
the door and closed it behind him.
“You haven’t,” I muttered as I led him into the kitchen
where my tea was cooling. I resumed my seat to finish my breakfast as we
talked. I didn’t bother to offer him tea, though he poured himself a cup
anyway, much to my chagrin. I had a bit of comfort knowing it was cold by now,
however.
“I do apologize for coming here,” Hobbles said. I decided
to give him that. “It was just that I had no where else to turn and my news
will mean as much to you as to me. And when I heard you consulted now, I
thought you might be able to help me.”
I suppose I should introduce the reader to my profession,
if one could actually call it that. I was a retired jewel thief, and I was
quite good in the day. So good, in fact, that other thieves wanted me to help
them on heists. This is what got me into trouble in the first place, but I’ll
explain more about that later. In short, there was an accident, everything went
wrong, and I retired to live a quiet life away from authorities who thought me responsible
for crimes I didn’t commit. I would have been content living my life thusly,
settling down with a good woman—I had one in mind—but I couldn’t get a respectable
job with my past, and I was living on the streets. That was when I started my
side job. A lot of thieves knew my notoriety and they would seek me out for
advice on their heists. I began charging, and within the course of a year, I
had become a criminal consultant—an occupation of my own making—and a well
known one at that, being, safely, the only one. I became so well known that I
had made a tidy enough sum to rent my flat which was an awful shabby place, but
it was clean and it was my home, and the landlord didn’t ask any questions as
long as I got my rent to him on time. It was a good job, something I knew how
to do with confidence, and usually kept me as a neutral party which was perhaps
even more important.
However, I knew that blessing was not likely to continue
when Hobbles had to open his gob again and explain why he was here, blurting it
out all in one go as he always had when trying to get something important
across.
“Charles Randall is back, and he’s out for your blood!”
I like to say I am not a very excitable person, and I
usually try to keep a very impassive, sardonic attitude toward life. I had
learned to calm my nerves from my years of thievery, but this surpassed all my
training and I spat tea over the table, with my surprise. Frank Hobbles wiped
some from his face with his handkerchief, that flustered clerk look on his face
again, as he glanced across the table at me as if I would spring up at him.
Likely to his disappointment, I was done with my outburst and poured myself
another cup of tea.
“When and why?” was all I asked.
Hobbles reached over and took up the paper I had never gotten
to read for his arrival. He unfolded it and presented the front page to me, the
headline clearly obvious: __ EMERALD
NECKLACE STOLEN! THIEF ON LOOSE IN LONDON!
“The
necklace’s gone, Michael,” Hobbles said quietly as I took the paper and
hurriedly read through the report. “It’s gone, and Randall thinks you stole
it.”
I cursed, vehemently wishing that I had bolted the door
in Frank Hobbles face as I well knew I should. But before the story can progress,
the reader must first hear an explanation as to why this news caused so much
trouble for me.
Also, I have released my formerly "secret" Pintrest board of Michael Crandon goodness, so you can now view that here and see all the awesome pics of the people I found who actually look a lot like my characters as well as other things from the book. I'll be posting more about Michael soon and will be writing a post about reluctant heroes as well in honor of him.
Pintrest board: http://pinterest.com/artfulscribbler/michael-crandon-co/
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