The Good Wind (Excerpt from Chapter 1)

The Good Wind (Excerpt from Chapter 1)

A Story by Lucien Maier
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I have recently released my latest book, "THE GOOD WIND" Here is a little to give you a taste. Links for more at the bottom of course. Thanks in advance for any reviews. You guys are the best!

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Chapter 1

“connected”


Two years.

Two years he had been on the road. He had ridden all over the United States, down into South America. He had even ridden the Alcan highway through Canada into Alaska. He had gone through three motorcycles, and more miles than he could keep track of. He had ridden through all types of weather and road conditions.

Now it was time to stop.

A year into his journey he had rolled through a small town in Southern Utah.

The Red rock surrounded the speck of a town just out of Springdale. Sitting at the gates of Zion National Park. The light bounced and glowed here in a way he had never seen before or since. The great wide open still ruled here mighty and strong.

Most made their living off the tourists that came through when the park was in full swing. The town was small enough everyone knew everyone. But no one there had met the likes of Rusty.

In all his riding Rusty had never felt more touched than when he was riding through the nature of the National parks and the mountains of the Wasatch.  

Even after all his other riding and adventures, this place had called to him the whole time. Six months ago he had called his assistant, and given her instructions to make a purchase.

Rusty rolled into town, he stopped by the bank and the mail office. As promised his assistant had left the keys in the post office box.

Moments later Rusty pulled into the parking lot of the old service station.

I-9 was not a large road, the two lane blacktop lead toward Springdale and the gates of Zion National Park. When he had first passed the station it had felt like the gateway to everything.

On the outskirts of town the small two level station had gassed up cars for years before fading out to the big chains.

Rusty had stopped here almost a year ago, it had called to him. Even after the miles had pulled him far away, he kept thinking about it.

Six months ago he had woke up in a cold sweat in a hotel room, Rusty had dreamed that when he returned to the station had been sold, and more horrifying, demolished.

He had made the call. Two days later he got the call the the property had been secured. For the first time since he had started his ride, Rusty knew where his home was. That however, did not clip the trip short.

Rusty had started out believing that if he could ride enough miles he would get away from the pain. However, over the miles he realized it was never far from him. He had lost count of how many hotel beds he had cried himself to sleep in.

Everything came and went, except the pain. It was ever present.

After the first year of riding Rusty started to see the sun again. He could smile at a beautiful view, or feel excitement at particularly good turn in the road. Soon after the station had grabbed him. But the pain never left.

He still rode. Even knowing where he would wind up, didn’t change the fact that he still had a long way to travel. He had ridden and ridden, and ridden. Through all sorts of misadventures, and land.

Tonight though, tonight he pulled into his home. As he shut the bike down he knew it was not like all the other times. It was late so he grabbed his bedroll and laid it out in the front room of the service station.

His eyes closed, tomorrow the work would begin.

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Her friend talked about the latest drama with her boyfriend. Jodi looked out the window into the Utah landscape.

The Sun flared the red rocks for the first time of the day. Jodi loved this time of day. It was if the sun was a paint brush and added glorious color to everything it touched. The Spires and walls of rock in the distance seem to stretch to reach, the soon to come warmth of the sun.

The old service station they had passed everyday seemed empty as always. The sun had not reached it yet, but Jodi felt it was different.

That is when Jodi spotted the motorcycle.

The bike was unlike any other bike she had ever seen. The bike was matt gray, but in the paint were spots where a dark chrome showed through. As if the matt gray was scratched away to reveal the Midnight chrome underneath.

The paint itself bared close inspection, but the rest of the bike was different in every way. The way the forks were mounted to the bike was different. The windshield on the bike had some kind of mechanism. She wanted to look at every detail but her seconds were precious few as her friend sped past.

She watched until she could not bend her neck far enough to see any longer. Something about the bike sitting there hit her in the gut. The bike sitting there had meant something, she just didn't know what.

Her day went on as normal. Her friends squawking in her ears about this piece of drama or that. Jodi tried to focus on it, but her mind just kept drifting back to the motorcycle. To the lonely service station, that for the first time she could remember was no longer alone.

On the drive home it did not get any better. As the station came into view she saw the bike in a bay and now a truck. Her friend drove far to fast, and today was no exception. By the time Jodi arrived at home, her mind had been made up. It was time to get a good look at what was going on.

She grabbed her mother’s binoculars and started peddling her bike to the edge of town.


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Not so early, Rusty woke up and stretched in his bedroll.  He shuffled to his feet and pulled on his jeans, he looked out to the Utah desert. The sun had settled into the day, Rusty smiled at the changing scene. The landscape here was in constant flux, the light changing everything in a second.

He wanted to get a cup of coffee but his contractor would be there in a few moments. He walked out into the sun, he looked over at his bike. Number “3”, as he had called her. The two before worn out to the point where they would no longer ride.

“3” was a completely custom built motorcycle. The frame had certain hydraulic adjustments. Rusty had four presets that he could flip the bike into anytime he needed. So if he was riding twisty roads, he could raise that tail, and tighten the front end.

Or on the long straits he could flip into a cruiser mode where the tail would drop, and the handle bar would rise a couple inches. Even forward highway pegs would appear. “3” was truly a bike for all occasions, and roads.

The cowl had a 7 inch tablet integrated into it. It got data from all over the bike. Rusty could have all of that data displayed in real time, and of course it was recorded. He primarily kept it on the rear view camera, although he also did have mirrors.

The bike had all top notch components.

Suspension, frame, power plant no expense was spared on building her that was easy to see. Mostly though it was the components that were not made somewhere that truly made it stand out.

The contractor pulled in and got out of his truck.

Mike was in his late fifties and had worked a long time. His business partner had recently run off and had left Mike a lot debt and problems. Mike had refused to walk away and kept working to honor all his debt, and help his daughter get through college.

His hair was mostly grey and he had soft blue eyes.

“You Rusty?” The older gentleman asked. Rusty nodded and smiled. “Your assistant said if I wanted to make a good impression I should bring you this.” Mike said and handed him a large cup of coffee from the convenience store in town.

Rusty smiled took the cup and a long drink. “She gives good advice.” Rusty said and took another sip.

“So you want to reopen the old service station huh?” He said looking at the building. It was an old service station. With the classic gas pump in front, the shop had two bays, and the small store was located in the front. In the back was a staircase that lead up to the second floor which had a storage room and an office.

“No. I have no desire to reopen the station. I do want the space to work on bikes in the bays. I would like the gas pump to work for my own use. The rest I want to convert into my home.” They walked in and Rusty laid out what he wanted done. The bays were to be left alone, Rusty would handle that by himself. The store portion would become Rusty’s bedroom.

They walked upstairs to the future kitchen and living area.

Rusty also revealed he wanted the exposed roof of the shop bays converted to a deck. Rusty had a plan for the whole renovation. Mike the contractor left a little over an hour later, full of details from Rusty.

He had gotten the very clear impression that it would go Rusty’s way or else. However, he gotten the strong impression that money was not a big object. Rusty had also emphasized speed. The contractor picked up his phone and started making calls. Tomorrow they would begin, bright and early.

Rusty rode into town. After stopping to grab a quick bite he went to a car dealership and got a truck. Nothing fancy but exactly what he needed to begin his project. They dropped off the truck at the station.

He pulled his bike into the first bay and locked up and took the truck into town to the hardware store, in which he bought tools and cleaning supplies. He drove back to the station. He starting cleaning out the building.

The two work bays were all one big room with big bay doors. Next to that was a small store area. Then in the back a rickety old staircase went upstairs to an office. Rusty had some pretty big plans for the space.

Surrounded by the Red rocks that the whole world dreams of seeing. The little gas station was about to get a second life.

Cleaning the building turned out to be a lot more work than he had thought it would be. While he worked he had uncomfortable feeling but he could not put his finger on it. What Rusty didn’t know is he was being watched.

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Jodi ditched the bike by the road and ran out into the field. Behind some trees she started to look through the binoculars at the service station. The bike was gone, or more so she thought she saw it through one of the bay doors, in a shop bay.

A truck now sat out front, and a figure worked in the bays, occasionally bringing out bags of garbage. He looked worn but friendly.

He wore jeans and a and a tank top. He was of medium build and taller, his hair was a dark mess. It was wavy and seemed to have a mind of its own. His eyes were a pale brown. Almost matching his gray motorcycle. He looked very assured in his posture.

His face seemed friendly, but the way he gazed off made Jodi think there was a lot more to him than what was on the surface.

He paused here and there and peered into the horizon. Jodi knew she was being crazy.

Big deal some guy had decided to move into the service station, but for some reason she could not shake that she was connected to this. Drawn to it like a like a bird to its nest. Something she could not put her finger on.
She watched for quite a while, the light came on in the bay as he continued to work. She slowly walked back to her bicycle. She rode home, her head already brewing an idea for tomorrow.


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The next morning she burst from her bed and took her shower and got ready for the day. Her mom was in the kitchen when she came down. “Hey baby how did you sleep?” Her mother asked her.

“I dreamt a lot!” Jodi replied, slipping behind the table and taking a bite out of the toast on her plate.

“Me too, about motorcycles. About me riding a motorcycle.” her mother laughed at the thought of it.

Jodi sat stunned for a moment, she had dreamt about motorcycles as well. She tried to shake it off but she could not help but believe that it meant something. As her friend drove warp speed next to the station Jodi noticed, the truck was no longer alone.

Mike the contractor was there along with his crew. She stewed it over in her head all day at school. Not getting a stitch of work done. Her plan the night before was to ride her bicycle to the station after school.

Now that Mike was there it would make it a bit easier. Mike had a daughter who Jodi had been friends with before she went to college. They drove by on the way home, and this time there was a new truck.

A big box truck, that had an elaborate airbrush paint job, Black Kat Customs it said on the side. After the station was out of sight again she looked them up on her phone. They had opened a little over a year ago, building custom motorcycles.

She got home and hit her bicycle as fast as she could. She supposed she could have had her friend drop her off. Something though, made Jodi keep this all to herself. She still couldn’t put her finger on what she was feeling, but she did know she did not want to share. At least not yet.

As she rode her bike into the station her heart was in her throat. The station was now a hive of activity. The dark stranger talking to everyone as to where and what he wanted. People seemed to be all over.

She watched the Black Kat guys most of all. They were younger and were laughing and joking alongside the building. Jodi tried to not stare but they were very interesting. The bays now looked very nice.  As she rolled in by the gas pump  Mike and the stranger were walking out the door talking.

“Hey Jodi! How are you? Excuse me Rusty.” Mike said and came over to Jodi to say hello.

Rusty. She pondered the name, even that seemed connected. “I am great Mike, saw your truck here and thought I would ask how Jen is doing?” She asked, trying not to watch Rusty the whole time.

“She is good, her grades are ok. She has some new boyfriend too, promised to bring him home for summer. So we will expect to see you around the house.” Mike said with a smile.

“Yeah that will be great. So what you guys doing here?” Jodi asked getting to her real question the whole time.

“Oh well Rusty here moved in. We are converting the store and office to a living space, also putting a deck on the roof.” Mike answered.

“Wow, that is an interesting place to live.” Jodi pondered out loud.

“Yeah, well rich people do strange stuff sometimes.” Mike said in a hushed tone.

“Why do you think he is rich?” Jodi asked.

“I know he is, see that truck, I have seen them unload close to a hundred thousand dollars worth of tools. Those two bays have a better bike shop than probably anywhere in the state. Then there is what he wants to do to the rest of the station. The guys got money that is for sure.” Mike replied.

“Why here?” She asked, more to herself than to him.

“No idea, well I better get back at it. Say hello to your mom for me.” Mike said and hustled over to Rusty who was talking to one of the guys from the Motorcycle truck.

She hung on the edge for a moment and Rusty looked up and made eye contact with her. Her throat got dry instantly, and she could feel her face flush. She was mesmerized by his eyes, but her embarrassment made her turn out of his gaze.

Once the stare was broken Jodi got on her bike, and rode away as fast as she could.

Connected.


Rusty saw the young girl. Her hair was a light dishwater blonde with a green strip through. Her body was that of an athlete. She spent a great deal of time in Zion National Park. So hiking and riding bicycles were daily activities.

Living only a few moments from the gates begged for adventure. Which Jodi had been very good at finding. She carried herself with a certain confidence, a swagger that can not be described. Her eyes were a pale blue and saw straight to his soul.

The moment he made eye contact he felt something he had not felt since the hospital. He pulled in his emotions, that was one road he could not go down right now. As she rode away, he took a breath and got himself under control.

He went back to the conversation with Mike. By the time everyone called it a night it was seven. Rusty was left alone again at the service station.  The work bays were pretty much completely set up now.

Originally it had two car lifts. Both of which had been disassembled and taken out. Now two bike lifts had been installed with all sorts of tool boxes and equipment, along with the tools they had brought the other two bikes from his journey.

He looked at the shop. He had dreamed about it for a long time. The rest of the station was still in shambles, but that was to be expected. Rusty was about to start working on bike one, when his stomach reminded him he had not eaten.

He got on his bike, and rode into town and found a drive up burger joint. He pulled in and walked up to order. A lady took his order and he had to admit he was captured by her for a moment.

Her brown hair had slivers of red through-out, as it flowed just over her shoulders. Her eyes a deep green. Her smile set him a fire. She wrote down his order and when she looked he wanted to reach out and brush her hair out of her face. He resisted the urge of course.

Instead she blew it out of her face with a woosh and smiled up at him. He ordered.

After the exchange he sat to await his food. A few more people walked up to window. After they ordered they sat at the next table.

“Yeah man they are bringing in all sorts of tools and equipment. They are getting ready to start that shop up. Do you think it will hurt business?” The young man worried.

“Hell yeah it will that place has two bays, and our lift is busted. If I remember right that place had a lift.” Billy the owner of a car shop in town fretted.

Rusty smiled. “It had two lifts.” He said just loud enough that they heard him.

“S**t you see two lifts.” Billy said and then stopped. “Wait, what do you mean had?” he asked the stranger.

Billy was in his early forties and had a big smile and great big hands. His hair was brown and long. He wore a mechanic uniform, along with the young man in Billie’s employ. They both sported blackened hands from the work of the day, and hungry bellies for dinner.

“I had them taken out today. In fact why don’t you come by and get them I have no real use for them.” Rusty said.

Both the men were taken back, and didn’t know how to react.

“Are you bringing in new lifts then?” Billy asked as the situation went from bad to worse.

“No sir. I plan on living there, I won’t be starting a shop of any kind. I will just be working on my own bikes. I promise I am not competition. But for real though you guys can come by and take the lifts if it will help you out. I was just going to send them to a recycler.” Rusty said.

“Yes, Hell yes! We will come by and get ‘em in the morning if that is alright? Names Billy, good to meet you.” Billy said holding out his hand to shake.

Rusty grabbed it with a firm grip. “Rusty, it’s good to meet you. Tomorrow works fine, I should be around most of the day.”

“GOD DAMN IT CHERRY! I said no mayo like I always f*****g say.” A man yelled at the order window. “Stupid B***h!” he yelled and threw the burger in the window.

“I think it’s time for you to leave.” Rusty said, he had quietly gotten up and was directly behind the man.

“F**k you, you biker scum.” The man said enraged. He threw a punch at Rusty. It connected with Rusty’s face. Rusty’s neck was loose and took the hit easily. Then he looked at the man straight in the eyes.

“I said it was time to for you to go.” Rusty said, the man tried to punch him again but this time his arm was caught. With a flip of his hip Rusty had his knee in the man’s back.

“Last chance asshat. Either you get up and get out of here, or I call the cops and file charges against you.” Rusty said smoothly, calmly.

“They won’t believe you, Outsider.” The man barked from the ground.

“Yeah they will. I will vouch for Rusty’s story.” Billy said.

“So will I.” Came the voice of Billy’s mechanic.

“And me.” Came a soft spoken voice of Cherry, the girl in the burger stop.

Rusty let him up. He popped up in rage, but knew he had been defeated. “I won’t forget this bullshit.” He said and got in his truck and left.

“Are you ok?” Rusty asked, Cherry through the window.

“Of course I am fine honey. You’re the one he hit. Let me get you some ice.” She hurried off.

She came out and gave him a plastic bag with some ice. He put it against his face, “Thanks very much” he said.

She went back in the shack to finish the orders.

Soon she brought out Rusty’s order, after a moment she came back with Billy and his mechanic’s order, they shook hands with Rusty. “I will see you in the morning right?” Rusty asked, “For the lifts.” Rusty added.

“Oh yeah! And thanks again.” Billy said and patted him on the shoulder.

“You’re welcome. I am the new guy so I am going to need a car shop. Maybe you’ll give me a discount.” Rusty said with a smile.

“Your prices will be the best always my new friend.” Billy said and a moment later pulled out of the drive thru lot. Billy couldn’t help but feel that something had turned around for him in that dinner.

Cherry came out and doted over his face.  He waved her away with a smile.

“I am fine. Honest!” Rusty said with a chuckle. He thought of the last time someone had done that, and a tear boiled in his eye.  He stifled it quickly.

The pain was always there, always waiting for him to slip back. Rusty shook it off as best he could. He smiled up at Cherry who had reluctantly given up trying to look for a bruise.

“Please sit.” He said.

She sat next to him. “So you said you are the new guy, did you just move in?” She asked trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Yeah, I bought the service station out on 9, and some adjacent property.” He didn’t mention that the property actually was quite a bit of land.

“That place hasn't been open in at least twenty years.  I was a little girl when that was still open.” She said. “You’re converting it to a house?” She asked.

“I don’t know that I would call it a house. Just a place for me to live. I will be on my bikes a lot anyhow.” Rusty replied.

“Well this is some great country to ride in. Tourists come from all over the world.” She said with a smile.

“Yes, so what brings you here?” Rusty asked, and started to eat.

“Birth.” Cherry said and laughed. “My parents bought a ranch here back in the 70’s. The whole coming down off the hippie thing. They were going to do horse tours of Zion. It didn’t work out. Apparently my mother nor my father were horse people.”

“Mom couldn’t hold on to the ranch after Dad died. So we moved into town. She wanted me to hit college but I’m a dumb girl with her eyes full of a cowboy and I got pregnant. When mom passed I kept the apartment and my daughter and I live there now.” Cherry said, feeling as if she had spilled her whole history.

However Rusty had held her gaze the entire time she spoke. She had let it all flow out as if she had no real control over it at all.

“Well I sure look forward to exploring it on my bike.” Rusty replied, he looked off to the red rock. “It stays gold.” Rusty said with a quirky grin.

“Outsiders!!! Hinton! I was named after Cherry Valance!” Cherry chirped.

“Awe f**k.” Rusty said.

“What’s the matter?” Cherry bounced out her elation instantly.

“Now I have to admit that Rusty, is not my full name.” Rusty squeaked, this was not a fact that he admitted to lightly.

“Is your name is Rusty-James?” Cherry said, she started to giggle. She wanted to stop desperately, but that was not going to happen.

“Yeah Cherry it is.” He smiled. She giggled.  “Don’t get me wrong I love the book, and my mom loved it more than anything, she said it saved her life and junk. I even went by Rusty-James for a long time.” He had another pause to handle the pain from the past. Internally, quietly, not seen. “But when I hit the road two years ago, and took on the biker garb it just fit a little too close. Hell I think I dreamed up the idea to ride and ride, from that book. An arm bracer and I would fit the part.” Rusty-James admitted.

She had giggled most of the way through the explanation. Even now it took considerable effort to keep a straight face. Then the smile dropped off her face. “Two years? You rode around the country for two straight years?” She asked as it registered in her head.

“Yes mam I did.” Rusty replied.

“Wow what would make you do that?” She asked.

“That is a very long story.” He replied.

“I hope to hear it one day.”  She said with a smile and laid a hand on his shoulder.

He went entirely rigid, and excused himself as he fumbled away from the table and on to his bike. He roared down the road leaving Cherry in a wake of dust. She felt it she had gotten to close. She had felt something else too.

He cried behind his glasses once he reached the edge of town. He made hasty work of getting his bike tucked away. Laying down on his bedroll he let the pain in and the tears flow. He had enjoyed the conversation with Cherry immensely, but anyone interested in the past just brought up pain for him.

He curled into his tears, and late in the morning he finally fell off to sleep.  


It was 11:30 when she got the shack shut down and headed home. Cherry had been a bit shaken by Rusty-James’s hasty departure. However, she was elated with the meeting. She wasn’t even worried that they would meet again. She knew that they would.

She came in the door and Jodi was up watching TV. “You should be in bed young lady.”

She had been more engrossed in her tablet anyway. Jodi had been doing research. She put the tablet down. “Yeah I guess. Just doing some reading for school” She lied.

“You hear we have a new resident in our little burg?” Cherry asked.

“Huh?” Jodi lied again. Not wanting her mom how much she actually knew about the new arrival.

“New guy just moved in name’s Rusty. He bought the service station out on route 9. He is making into a house or something. Cool guy, he rode all over the country on his bike.” She replied. Cherry left out the part about his name, not wanting to get people calling him that.

“Wow sounds pretty neat.” She replied with a raised eyebrow. “You like him don’t you!” Jodi barked.

Cherry thought YES to herself and then said. “No he wa

© 2016 Lucien Maier



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I found a lot to like about this story. You have a great setting and very realistic characters, and I think the pacing is great. You give away information at just the right time to keep the reader interested. You've revealed just enough about Rusty to make me wonder what happened to him--why he is the way he is. And that little tidbit at the end that Cherry and Jodi are mom and daughter. I'd definitely like to see the rest.

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Lucien Maier

1 Year Ago

Its out right now on nook or kindle, if you cant afford it let me know and I will get you copy for a.. read more
Jennie Baron

1 Year Ago

I can purchase it. I even have an Amazon credit right now. And you certainly deserve to be paid fo.. read more
Lucien Maier

1 Year Ago

thanks! :D



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Your story held my interest, but after, ,"Well, I sure look forward to exploring it on my bike", I was lost a little bit. Did I miss something there? Other than that , this sounds like the beginning of a good story!

Posted 1 Year Ago


The review of your book on amazon is intriguing and your sample makes me want to read more.

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You PMed me for a request review. The first thing I'm noticing is good detail, nice spacing, very professional - and a mite confusing.

You have:

The contractor pulled in and got out of his truck.

Mike was in his late fifties and had worked a long time.

-- The contractor I believe is named, "Mike." but there were no words to SPECIFICALLY state that he was. Instead you could use it as a verbal spoken introduction.

His business partner had recently run off and had left Mike a lot debt and problems. Mike had refused to walk away and kept working to honor all his debt, and help his daughter get through college.

His hair was mostly grey and he had soft blue eyes.

-- also good, but save name for verbal introduction or inner thoughts of main character -- I could see at once this was Mike. I knew him from ... (and add more description and historical reference if desired).

“You Rusty?” The older gentleman asked. Rusty nodded and smiled. “Your assistant said if I wanted to make a good impression I should bring you this.” Mike said and handed him a large cup of coffee from the convenience store in town.

Rusty smiled took the cup and a long drink. “She gives good advice.” Rusty said and took another sip.

“So you want to reopen the old service station huh?” He said looking at the building.

-- As you read this, it makes sense to you. But to someone who does not intimately know your characters, it can get a bit confusing.

Using HE and HIM when there are 2-guys in a conversation can be hit and miss. Now if it was a guy and a girl you could easily go with HE HIM SHE and HER, but it's not. So despite it seeming redundant, mentioning the first name of each spoken person in this, that is, not using HE OR HIM, will clarify who is speaking.

Now you also have an instance when you ask, "You Rusty ?" if this is a first-person related story, you could skip the name and go with I, me, and mine, for clarity.

“You Rusty?” The older gentleman asked. I nodded and smiled.

Also with spoken dialogue it is helpful to the reader to separate lines that are spoken from other lines =OR= even internal thoughts, so the above could read on a fresh line:

“You Rusty?” The older gentleman asked.

I nodded and smiled.

He continued, “Your assistant said if I wanted to make a good impression I should bring you this.” Then he handed me a a large cup of coffee from the convenience store in town.

Remember, you always want to write your stories and chapters as if the reader were RIGHT THERE. Like you are detailing something that actually happened and you are just writing the history for it. If you go that route you should use PAST TENSE in most instances.

Not, -- He hands me a cup.
But, -- He handed me a cup.

Not, -- He counts the stars in the sky.
Instead, -- He counted the stars in the sky.

And it's up to you how you proceed, Lucien. Sometimes first-person is best in many instances unless you don't want the reader to experience first-hand the main character.


Posted 1 Year Ago


I found a lot to like about this story. You have a great setting and very realistic characters, and I think the pacing is great. You give away information at just the right time to keep the reader interested. You've revealed just enough about Rusty to make me wonder what happened to him--why he is the way he is. And that little tidbit at the end that Cherry and Jodi are mom and daughter. I'd definitely like to see the rest.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lucien Maier

1 Year Ago

Its out right now on nook or kindle, if you cant afford it let me know and I will get you copy for a.. read more
Jennie Baron

1 Year Ago

I can purchase it. I even have an Amazon credit right now. And you certainly deserve to be paid fo.. read more
Lucien Maier

1 Year Ago

thanks! :D

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