Melisa Peterson Lewis
I'm getting so close to the end of my second draft I can't help but get excited. Especially when I see my characters going through an emotionally exhausting moment. Here's a snippet from Drew's point of view. This is about two thirds through the novel. A whole new world is jammed inside the 695 beltway.... Continue Reading →
I’m reading Where’d You Go Bernadette, which is a book club choice and not one I would normally choose for myself because it seems like one of those fluffy over-rated books that get turned into movies. Well, I love it. Shocking! I love it because Bernadette is a little crazy (just like me) and she... Continue Reading →
He pushes my head down, my neck bends awkwardly sending sharp pains down my back. Lights flash. It’s happening. I hacked a wrong move this time. “Watch yourself,” he grunts. If I were watching myself I wouldn’t be here. Maybe I deserve this. How could that be though? Does anyone ask to be manhandled and... Continue Reading →
I scream, but no one hears me over this noise. I can’t help myself. I scream again, it feels good to release my voice, even if no one pays attention. My legs burn, sweat drips over my brow. I keep moving almost involuntarily. So many hot and sticky bodies surround me. Our heads are filled... Continue Reading →
The mirror lied. Her spirit identified as a woman half her current age, and at forty-two the vision of herself balanced between unfair and not so bad. Her smile edged by wrinkles showed how often she laughed. Brown curly hair frizzed out beyond control, even after another product failed to save the day. Maybe her... Continue Reading →
