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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Let's Bring Back the Serials!

I'm excited to announce that I will be publishing some of my books serially on my blog, absolutely free, in pieces small enough to read in just a few minutes each day.  The old fashioned serialized novel, where an entire book was published in small parts in magazines that arrived in the mail each week or month (Charles Dickens is probably the most famous author who used this approach), is coming back strong!  People these days are much more pressed for time, but many enjoy having a piece of a book "delivered" to them that they can regularly read each day, perhaps at the same time, and keep up with the story and the characters.  It's a pleasant few minutes to look forward to each morning or evening, something to spice up the monotony of daily routine.

This is an experiment for me, of course.  If it is successful, I will publish more of novels in this way.  Please feel free to comment on this - reader feedback is encouraged and appreciated.

Enjoy the first installment of Wild Child, Book 1!


#FreeDailyReadingFix - Wild Child 1 - Part 1
Chapter 1.1
“Let’s swim over to the cliffs,” Briana said.
Kyle opened his eyes.  The gentle rocking of the boat had almost lulled him to sleep.  He looked across the water at the shore opposite them.  The cliffs appeared to rise up out of the water like the back of some long, gray dinosaur.  They were at least a half-mile swim from the boat, maybe more.  Kyle said nothing and closed his eyes, hoping she might drop the idea.
After a few seconds, one of her tanned feet jabbed him in the side.  “Come on, Kyle.  Don’t be a major snooze.”
“I’m not being a snooze.  I’m just not sure it’s a good idea, that’s all.”
“Why not?”
“It’s too far.”
“No it’s not.  Not for a person who’s in good shape, anyway.”
Kyle sat up.  “I’m in good shape,” he said defensively.  He gazed back at the dead-still expanse of water she wanted to swim across.  It was a typical wild-ass Briana Fox idea, the type of thing that could get you killed.  He groped for another excuse.  “What if another boat comes along?  They might not see us.”
Briana laughed and pretended to choke on the beer she was sipping.
“Get real, Kyle,” she said, motioning to the deserted lake with the beer can.  “Who do you think’s gonna come?”  She finished off the beer and tossed the empty can into the stern of the boat, where it rattled around with the others.  She looked back at Kyle and, raising one of her sun-bleached eyebrows, said, “I think you’re chicken.”
Kyle sighed.  “I’m not chicken, Brie.”  He glanced up the lake towards the dam, then back in the other direction, where it split into a series of smaller and smaller coves.  She was probably right about there not being any other boats around.  It was a Tuesday and they had come out to the lake at noon, right after Kyle’s last class had ended, and they hadn’t seen a single boat since.  Now, it was almost three, and it would be at least another couple of hours before the after-work fishing crowd began to arrive.  But he didn’t like her pushing him into going along with another one of her crazy stunts.
“We can’t just leave the boat out here in the middle of the lake,” he said.  “If my dad found out, I’d be in big trouble.”
“Your dad,” she said with mock gravity, imitating Kyle’s deep voice.
“That’s right, Brie.  It’s his boat, not mine.”
She considered this, then gazed past Kyle and out across the water.  He could almost see the devious machinery turning behind her pale blue eyes.  “We’ll take the key with us.  What could happen then?”
Kyle smiled and patted the sides of his swimsuit.  “No pockets.”
“I’ve got a pocket,” she said.  Her face took on a mischievous expression.  She stood up and lowered one side of her bikini bottom, revealing a small pocket that was sewn into its mesh.  In the process, she also revealed a lot of skin, which drew Kyle’s eyes like a magnet.  But he resisted the temptation to look.  He had long grown tired of that routine.
Briana snapped her bathing suit back into place, clearly disappointed that he hadn’t taken an eyeful.  “So you’re out of excuses,” she said, holding out her hand for the boat key.
Kyle sighed and pulled the key out of the ignition.  He knew this was one of those times that she wouldn’t leave him alone until he gave in.  Besides, if she could swim across, he could.  He handed the key to her and she put it into her bikini pocket, turning her body to the side this time, as if he didn’t deserve to see anything.
“Race ya!” she said, then dove into the water and started swimming.  Kyle made a quick check of the boat’s interior, making sure nothing valuable was in sight—both their cellphones were locked in the glove compartment—then dove in after her.  By the time he started swimming, she was already twenty yards ahead of him, doing a hard American crawl.  But he had no intention of “racing” her anywhere—he knew that for this particular journey, he had to swim at a steady pace and conserve energy for the long haul.
After a few strokes, he decided to roll over and swim on his back.  As he kicked, he made a conscious effort to keep both his feet near the surface.  It was only mid-September and the water was still relatively warm, but every now and then, he passed through a cold spot.  This kept reminding him of how deep the lake was (ninety feet where they were swimming, according to the boat’s depth finder), which in turn would remind him of all the decaying junk that was down at the bottom of it.  Lake Carlton  was a man-made body of water.  The Army Corps of Engineers had dammed up the Stones River about thirty years before to both control flooding and generate hydroelectric power, and the resulting body of water covered acres and acres of developed farmland.  Somewhere at the bottom of its murky depths lay algae-covered barns and rusting cattle fences and dilapidated cars, all of which made Kyle uneasy.  It was like swimming over an underwater ghost town.  Of course, the water was so deep that you wouldn’t ever come into physical contact with any of it (in theory, anyway), but knowing it was all down there bothered him, just the same.  And rumor had it that down at the very bottom, in the center of the main channel where the river had once been, there were catfish big enough to bite your leg off at the knee.
Briana yelled something and pulled Kyle out of his thoughts.  He stopped swimming and spotted her.  She was a good fifty yards ahead of him.
“What?” he called back.
“Can’t you keep up?” she said, laughing.
“I’m not trying to keep up,” he said irritably.  He rolled over and started swimming his backstroke again, this time at a leisurely pace to emphasize his point.  She loved proving again and again that she was the better swimmer—she had been doing it ever since they had taken scuba diving lessons together in the tenth grade, which was how they first met.  The teacher had divided the class in half, and he and Briana had ended up becoming “breathing partners” and had learned to share a single air regulator, swapping the black rubber device between each other’s mouths.  At first they could hardly stand each other, but they soon became close friends, and later, lovers...almost.
Kyle heard another sound and he immediately stopped swimming.  This time, it wasn’t Briana yelling.  It was a faint buzzing sound that you could not only hear, but feel a little bit in your throat.  He knew it well.  It was the sound a boat’s propeller makes in the water.  On weekends during the summer, you could always hear a whole chorus of them whenever your head was under water.
He spun around in a circle, scanning the lake.  He saw nothing but his dad’s ski boat, which was now about 100 yards behind him, and a lot of flat, still water.  He let his ears dip under the waterline again.
bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
There was no doubt in his mind—a boat was somewhere nearby, maybe not within sight just yet, but close...
He spotted it.  A speedboat, barely visible on the other side and to the left of his dad’s ski boat.  The sleek yellow and black craft was moving fast, zipping across the water, its bow sticking up aggressively.
He spun around towards Briana.  “Brie!” he yelled.  “There’s a boat!”
She was swimming as mechanically as a robot and didn’t seem to hear him.

2 comments:

  1. what a unique and fun idea to bring back the serials. Your books truly are "unputdownable." Now you are building interest day after day and having people coming back for "more" I hope this becomes a huge success and other fans discover you and all of you wonderful books. They are what have made me a long time fan

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  2. Thanks so much for the kind and encouraging words! It's great to have readers like you

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