On the day of her disappearance, all they found of Janie was her favorite necklace. Five hundred twenty-eight days later, Karen’s life still revolves around a singular purpose — finding her daughter.
Fiction written from the underbelly of a writer’s deepest fears tends to be an agonizing process. And that’s exactly what I did.
None felt the hammer of Stalin’s dictatorial fist as firmly as I, Svetlana, his only daughter.
Up next: Round 2 of the NYCMidnight Short Screenplay competition.
I already went all blah blah on this the other day, so without further philosophical waxing, here is my first-ever screenplay… Two Percent
I did it. I signed up for the NYCMidnight Screenplay Challenge. I write fiction… and dialogue is one of my favorite parts of the fiction writing process… and I’ve been told by many a reader that my dialogue is sharp and true to life (I love those readers with all my heart). I’ve wanted to… Continue reading NYCM Screenplay Challenge – AKA WTF Did I Get Myself Into?
Another NYCMidnight contest is in the books. This prompted contest is a lot of fun every year. It’s time and word-count constrained, and the prompts always leave me scratching my head… this time did not disappoint. I had 8 days to write 2,500 words or less using the prompt: Genre: Crime Caper / Subject: Pretending… Continue reading Condor Club