Last night I completed the first draft of a new novel called Secret Society. This
is a story about a woman who discovers she has spent much of her life helping to
support an organization she didn't realize existed.
The novel is at times fun, funny, sexy, uncomfortable, playful, and juvenile. But
I also think it could represent some of my most powerful writing ever. When it
finally hits Amazon, you'll be able to tell for yourselves.
I want to share a snippet, but this requires a little lead in. The setting is at a
very formal dinner party hosted by Mrs. Franklin. Everyone is in evening gowns. The
first woman to speak is my favorite character from the novel, Sylvia. Sylvia writes
lesbian murder mysteries -- a genre this author doesn't even read. Sylvia's role
in the novel is relatively minor, but she gets some exceedingly important lines.
"I'm writing both of you into my next novel, and you won't like how I kill you off!"
Claudine laughed. "That's her favorite threat."
"I think I'll make you lovers," Sylvia continued.
"I can imagine worse," I replied.
"Claudine will slowly go insane, and she'll jail Blythe in a dungeon she builds in the basement. And every day she comes down and loops off a small piece. A toe. A finger. And then she deep fries it and makes Blythe eat it."
"Sylvia Appleton!" said Mrs. Franklin from the far end of the table. "Are you threatening to kill off one of my guests in one of your horrid novels?"
"I'm only offering to immortalize them," Sylvia responded. "Followed by deep frying."
"That is not polite conversation over dinner."
Sylvia looked at our host for a moment then bowed her head. "My apologies."
"That's right," Mrs. Franklin said. "Deep frying is so base. Next time, I recommend you sauté the victim in a red wine reduction sauce."
"Oh, that's much better. Thank you, Mrs. Franklin."
"We're here to help," the woman replied.
Sylvia looked back at me and smiled. "Do you prefer deep fried or sautéed?"