Three Things Serial Story — Book Talk
My debut novel is Atonement, Tennessee. It’s an urban fantasy with a dash of mystery. However, over the holidays I “book-ized” one of the serial stories from my blog, The Three Things Serial, a Little 1920s Story. You can learn all about it here. Anyway, that’s the story I want to bring to Book Talk.
Characters from my stories will get into my head at the oddest moments, usually when I’m doing some chore. It might go something like this…
Hey Sheba! What-cha doin?
Akkk! OMG, Pip. You scared me half to death! I nearly knocked my laptop off the desk. Couldn’t you give me some warning before you pop into my head?
Oh applesauce… What am I supposed to do, ring a doorbell? Oooo you’re online shopping again, huh? Are you seriously getting a hat with cat ears? That’s not what I’d expect. It’s the cat’s pajamas though. Tee-hee, get it? Will you write one for me in my next story? I’m tired of my pink cloche.
Burned toast. That’s what the scent was. I sniffed the air and stood up behind my desk as the odor was suddenly much stronger. My pink cloche hat fell to the floor.
“Oh, applesauce!” I muttered as I quickly scooped it up and brushed off the nonexistent dirt. The hat was brand new.
Paisley Idelle Peabody, why are you in my head?
You sound like Granny Phanny. What did I do to make you use my full name? Come on, I know you’re a flapper at heart. I’m just having fun. Wait, where’d the cat hat go? Your computer is on a different site. Ah… KC Books & Music. Looks like the bee’s knees!
It is “the bee’s knees” and so is Kev, who runs the website. I’m supposed to be there talking about your novella, The Three Things Serial Story.
Did you tell them about it being spontaneously written? Every element of the story came from “things” your blog readers sent. I gotta tell you, that kind of uncertainty was pretty darned scary for me!
You came through it okay though, Pip. Don’t grumble, and for heaven’t sake don’t give the nice people here any spoilers. They might want to read your adventures. Maybe you didn’t get everything you wanted, but you growing up some is part of the story.
It still gives me the heebie jeebies to know that even the 1920s setting and me being a flapper came from those “things.” Your mind must work in strange ways if you got all that from oscillating fan!
Well Pip, I can’t argue with you there.
Tic, tic, tic, grunt. Tic, tic, tic, grunt. The noise chipped away at my preoccupied mind while I absently gazed at the quiet street below. It was Sunday, so hardly anyone was out. A little boy in a cowboy costume came around the corner. He pushed himself against the brick wall of the building across the street and peeped back around its edge at his unseen playmate. Then he jumped out with arms spread like a bear to startle his friend, and quickly disappeared from sight.
Tic, tic, tic, grunt. Tic, tic, tic, grunt. The sound drew my attention away from the window. Some would find the low repetitive noise hypnotic, perhaps even relaxing. To me however, the sound was becoming downright annoying. A dust bunny skittered out from a corner, propelled by the breeze of the oscillating fan. The stirring air brought a familiar scent to my nostrils and I looked toward the door.
Do you really imagine the voice of a grown up Lucille Ball as the narrator when I tell my stories?
Yes Pip, from the very beginning. But only the narrator parts. For instance right now, or when you’re in dialogue in a story, I imagine the voice of a young woman.
One who sounds like a young Lucille ball? Did that come from a “thing” too?
No. It was just there. What’s that look on your face about? I don’t have an answer for everything.
Aren’t you going to share more of my adventures with these Sheiks and Shebas? Tell them when.
As you would say, Pip — I pos-i-lutely am. “Murder at the Bijou, a Three Things Serial Story” will be published this spring.
Is that where I—
Pip, spoilers! I think we’ve probably talked enough. We wouldn’t want to tell too much.
Bye folks. Don’t take any wooden nickles! It’s time for this flapper (and the writer too) to scram!
Thank you again, Kev for hosting me at Book Talks. Thanks for visiting, everyone. Drop by my blog, Teagan’s Books, and say hello. Mega hugs!
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