How about an excerpt…
The detective studied the cloudless sky and tried not to think about his foot. It didn’t work. “Just use the crowbar to break one of these frickin’ stones loose.”
The jack handle didn’t do the trick. Opening the trenching tool and using the pick end, Thacker swung it against the largest stone. It bounced off the surface. Rory suppressed a scream as pain shot from his knee down his encased leg.
“Easy!”
“Sorry, boss.”
“Try removing one of the outer stones. Loosen them, and maybe we’ll be able to budge these. I’ll hold the light, and you make room for these damn jaws to unclasp. Try finding the cornerstone.” A fine layer of perspiration covered Rory’s face. He felt defeated and a little nauseous. He leaned back on his elbows and looked at the sky. “Thacker,” he said, “this is damn unlucky.”
The rookie moved down the mound to the edge of the pile. Using the crowbar and a lot of muscle, he attacked. Finally, he was able to roll one stone out of position. Then another. He was still three feet from Rory’s crevice, working his way toward the more enormous boulders and Rory’s ultimate freedom, when the rock he was prying loose rolled out of place. He hesitated. “There is something funny here, boss.”
“I could use a good laugh.”
“Not ha-ha funny, peculiar funny.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“There’s someone else in this rock pile.”
Let’s speed date, shall we?
Ice cream (favorite flavor)? Vanilla, plain and simple
Coffee or tea or wine? Stout, French roast coffee
What does your desk look like? Large with a view outside and a shelf for keepsakes.
What do you like to do when not writing? Reading or visiting with friends
Morning rooster, night owl, or midday lark? Morning, I love the early dawn hours
What comes first, character or plot (or other)? Characters
How many hours a day (or week) do you write? Usually 2-4 hours a day, many more ruminating.
You’re on a desert island, besides essentials, what do you bring? An e-reader loaded with books.
