Being a full-time parent and being a writer aren’t incompatible. Hell, if you truly want to write, there’s no job so time-consuming or tedious that you can’t scribble down 250 words a day in your lunch break or on the subway ride home. Where there’s a will, there’s a word count, and all that.
My name is Russel D McLean. If you have any trouble understanding me, don’t worry. That’s because I’m Scottish. I’m also a writer – author of two noir novels, the second of which, THE LOST SISTER, has just been released upon your United States. In celebration I’m doing a series of invasions of other author’s blogs.
Anyway. Point being, it’s time to vote again. Whilst I was gone, I posted a mad array of short stories as part of the VACATION HELL flash fiction challenge. Had lots of awesome entries, and now it’s time for you to pick one by touching it with a sticky jam-covered finger. Here, again, are the stories and their links (posted in order of their, erm, posting):
Motion on the security monitor caught her eye. A man ran a circle around her car, peering in windows, checking doors. He was barefoot, wearing sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt. Cherry hit the panic button on her keychain. The lights flashed and the alarm blared but no one was around to see or hear. No one… except the stranger.
We had traveled several miles through swamplands without seeing a single sign that might give us a clue where we were. We strained our eyes when we caught the first glimpse of a sign in the distance. As we approached we realized it was a crudely home-made sign with the word ‘REPENT’ in bold but fading red letters.
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.” He figured it must have been Maori, given Aihe’s origins, but there was an unusual quality to her words. They felt ancient. Primeval, even. She intoned the words with reverence. Kimbrough hoped against hope that she was praying for luck.