Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors - March 3, 2013


News
        The Presidents Club will be presented twice a week starting this week. Wednesday, March 6 is the big day (Chapter Ten). From now on, readers will get one chapter on Sunday and an additional one on Wednesdays.  My weekly blog article on the same site will move to Fridays. Happy reading!

The Set Up
        The old men in the Louisville Tavern had sent their youngest member out into the dark to investigate the explosion that had left the bar in darkness. As we join the scene, Franklin York has just returned to the bar.

The Eight Sentences
            
York was rattled.

He had difficulty finding a bar stool.
The flashlight in his hands betrayed his claim, “I’m alright.” 
The beam was a desperate searchlight seeking a target in vain.
The men in the bar were rattled by York’s behavior.
They were all anxious to hear what York had to report about the explosion but didn’t press him.

The silence was unbearable and seconds seemed like hours.
York spoke to Louie in the dark, “Gimme a shot of Jack Daniels -- and another beer.”

And now...
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Saturday, February 16, 2013

Sunday, Feb. 17 - sampling The Presidents Club


The Set Up
          In Chapter Seven of The Presidents Club, we join an ominous conversation in progress. The anonymous speaker is shrouded in mystery. The darkness of his private library foreshadows evil. The mood is somber. His companion is uncomfortable with the setting and the topic -- what to do about Julian Thibaut and his "Government Literacy Project."


The Six Sentences

“No,” she replied. “He says he will name the board soon.”
“You know what has to be done.”
“Yes.”
“You understand that if we cannot control one of our own members, our options are limited, don’t you?”
“I’m confident we can deal with Thibaut.”
His hand appeared in the light and retrieved the tumbler,now half full of scotch, from the table between them. He gave it a slight shake to rattle the ice, took a sip, and returned it to the leather coaster. “You didn’t answer my question.”


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