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Our September Author Interviews--9/6 Kathleen Valenti, 9/13 David Burnsworth, 9/20 Jeri Westerson, 9/27 Frances Brody. Please join us in welcoming these authors to WWK.
September Saturday Guest Bloggers: 9/2--Anne Bannon, 9/9 WWK Bloggers, 9/16 Margaret S. Hamilton, 9/23 Kait Carson, and on 9/30 Trixie Stiletto.
“May 16, 2017 – The Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA) today announced the finalists of the second annual Star Award, given to authors of published women’s fiction. Six finalists were chosen in two categories, General and Outstanding Debut. The winners of the Star Award will be announced at the WFWA Retreat in Albuquerque, New Mexico on September 23, 2017.” In the general category, WWK’s Carla Damron was one of three finalist for her novel, The Stone Necklace. Go to Carladamron.com for more information. Congratulations, Carla!
Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:
Warren Bull's new Lincoln mystery, Abraham Lincoln In Court & Campaign has been released. Look for the Kindle version on February 3.
Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.
In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Sight Unseen" in Fish Out of Water, Guppie (SinC) anthology, just released, and "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017.
Margaret S. Hamilton's short story, "Once a Kappa" was published as a finalist in the Southern Writer's Magazine annual short story contest issue. Mysterical-E published her "Double Crust Corpse" in the Fall 2016 issue. "Baby Killer" will appear in the 2017 solar eclipse anthology Day of the Dark to be published this summer prior to the eclipse in August.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Gunshot in the Afternoon
Head bad guy says to second in line, "Take him out and shoot him." Cut to faces of other hostages, maybe the wife of the potential victim. Sound of door closing, silent pause, gunshot. The audience is trying to figure out how the hero could survive such eminent peril. But survive he does and he comes back to rescue everyone.
I've been a writer for a long time. You would think I would take such things as routine.
Mother's day, sunny but cool. The park is filled with picnickers. It's my turn to walk the property and see that everything is OK. At the bridge over the spillway I am met by two junior high girls. "A deer was hit and tumbled over the guard rail. She's in those bushes thrashing around. Looks like she has a broken leg."
I made my way over to the group of women who had their eyes glued to the opposite bank of the stream.
"She's in there. She's stopped thrashing. We called 911."
I couldn't see her. She seemed to be in a patch of briars about half way down the slope between Route 1 and the stream. I didn't think the 911 operator would dispatch the state police, so I went back into the office to look up other animal control possibilities. Because we had a game warden speak at a Sisters in Crime meeting a few months ago, I knew there is only one game warden for the south east corner of Pennsylvania.
By the time we decided we didn't really know what to do, the State Police car pulled into the parking lot. I showed the driver where the deer was supposed to be. The only way for him to get to her was to go back on the highway, drive east for half a mile, make a U-turn and park on the verge of the busy highway. He then had to crawl over the hip high guard rail and climb down a steep bank, and look for her.
I was back in the office 18th century newspapers when I heard the single shot. I was truly shocked, not by the shot which I expected, but by my reaction. I had run into this in a gazillion movies.
First off, relief. He had found her and dispatched her easily. I no longer had a problem to solve. She was no longer suffering. Then I realized I felt the same way I had in all those movies.
As the afternoon wore on I kept replaying the sound of that shot in my head, in fact I still am, two days later. Silence, bang, silence. Pain, bang, the respite of death. Next I realized I had wanted to go with him to watch and ask questions about the procedure. Would he have to fill out a report because he fired his gun? How often did he run into this situation? I wanted to know if he felt as matter-of-fact as he looked or did he have a moment of regret when he pulled the trigger.
Every now and then I wondered about the driver of the car. Was he OK? He didn't stop.
The carcass now lies half way down the slope, hidden in the bushes, returning to the earth from which she came. Soon we will start to find her bones all over the property. But I still can hear it in my head.
Silence, bang, silence.