I’m liking the way some of these characters are interacting with each other:
“He is the number one Hitchcock fan in the whole upper east side,” Jayden said.
“What can I say? Born like fifty years too late.”
Nikki set down her dog and Kelli bent down to pet it. “So, you have a late-model Bolshevik in charge of a capitalist household and a sixteen-year-old born half a century too late. And you’re not all getting therapy?”
Jayden, the main character in the current piece I'm writing, works in a private equity office in NYC. There is an unspoken culture deep within these corporate settings that spans appearance, backgroun
Like most of my stuff, a title only becomes visible long after the writing is done, so for now this novel-in-progress is "Fake Death" He turned away from his mirror and faced her. “How long have we be
We know them, what they look like, how they dress, and what they say. They're stereotypical bad guys, often called criminals or perps. They could be serial killers, extortionists, rapists or drug deal
