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THE EXCITING JOURNEY OF Writing
​a Fictional Book

"IT'S A LUXURY BEING A WRITER,
​ BECAUSE ALL YOU EVER THINK ABOUT IS LIFE."

​AMY TAN






(Excerpt from) SHE TEXTED: I NEED YOUR HELP-coming October 15th

7/9/2018
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Recently a kayaker was paddling a half mile off shore when a Great White attacked. His broken kayak washed ashore later that day. Days later a family of four was hiking in the forest. They never saw the Grizzly until it was too late. Two family members survived.
 
Who would expect four innocent words to be as lethal?
William Haler


CHAPTER 1

           I had one of those dreams last night. The type that seems so real. A dream that shocks you awake and leaves your heart pounding at a speed you think your chest will explode.
            I dreamed I was standing in a doorway of a room staring into a forest of black unable to see a foot in front of me. Beyond the darkness I heard a female’s voice humming and growing louder. Suddenly two bright, deep set eyes, full of milky white tears, floated above me. The eyes looked familiar. They drifted towards me and a voice whispered my name. I froze. The eyes grew larger; the stream of tears changed to a river of blood.

           
             I woke lying in a pool of sweat. As I opened my eyes and entered reality, the nightmare faded into my subconscious and disappeared. My mouth felt like a dry riverbed with a sticky metallic taste. It was blood from my gums due to clenching my teeth all night. Dentist said it was from stress and said I needed to wear one of those mouth guards.  
            Staring at the ceiling I tried to focus my eyes in the dim light, but it was nothing more than a gray canvas. If I didn’t know the location of the light fixture I’d have thought someone painted a charcoal smudge above me. I didn’t have to look at the time; it was around 6:00 a.m. My heart was still beating like an out-of-control punch press. Breathe William begged the voice in my brain. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Wow, what a dream.
             I rolled out of bed and stood. My muscles felt sore and stiff as if I’d been beat up. As I stretched a picture of those eyes flashed and evaporated like snapshot. I had to force my mind to focus on another ordinary day.
           After showering, I got dressed wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday, including my socks. They were on the third day of my four day rule, except my underwear, they were fresh. After my second cup of coffee I checked my cell phone, which I left back in my bedroom. This is the moment I’ll call the crossroads, when my life changed. There was a text message, “I need your help.” The message was from Natalie sent 4:00 in the morning. 



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    Robert Stephen.
    What makes a writer? What do you envision when you think about that question?

    Someone sitting by an open window looking out over the ocean, desert, mountains? Rainy day, foggy, sunny? 

    My definition of a writer of fiction. A person who drives himself or herself to the edge of insanity when writing a story to the best of their ability that you the reader find entertaining.

    I can honestly say my life has been interesting, far from boring.  Land baron, restaurateur, photographer, artisan, author. A life full of ups and downs. A life full of stories.

    Along the way I've met hundreds of people, some interesting, some not. Some dangerous, some beautiful, some kind, and some cruel. During my lifetime I've even had my heart run over a couple of times, but when all of it is said and done I wouldn't trade it in. 


    Writing has always been inside of me, but the siren never called to me. I wasn't ready until one day in October of 2015 when life said, "Start writing."

    Writing is a long journey, full of many perils, but don't be afraid it is an exciting adventure! 

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