Writing In Mazatlán
It’s three in the morning, and I just finished a seductive scene in my new novel. Hmmm, that could be the end of this blog. but I'll go on.
I seem to gravitate to the night shift when I write. I can hear the waves from my window (is that like seeing Russia from ones doorstep?), the stars are bright, I can see lights from the distant buildings. It is so peaceful. The night air is comfortable, much more so than the hot stuff that makes my face drippy during the day shift. This is nice, really nice.
Perhaps the serenity is enhanced by the fact that Moto Week has just ended. I lived in South Dakota many years ago, went to college there for a few years. I lived in a little town called Spearfish, about 12 miles from Sturgis. You can imagine how surprised I was to learn that Mazatlán is another Sturgis for the biker lovers.
Hot weather, loud bikers in town, sweaty face… yes, it does make sense that my internal clock would scream at my mind to wake up at 2 am to work. If only I could figure out a way to not sleep at all. The days here are magnificent in April, always feels like a vacation. The beach walks, the events going on in town. I love it all, and when I go to bed, I know that I will have the fun of waking at a magical hour so I can spend time with my new friends, the ones that are alive, and well in my Word document.
I am now writing the third and last installment in a series. The best part of this is that my characters are already developed and energetic. These guys are real people... folks that have their own thoughts, their own desires; it never ceases to amaze me. I do have a few new characters, like Josie. Poor Josie. She is smitten with a man who could be dangerous. But, who wouldn’t be drawn to him? This man is beautiful, charming, charismatic, and intelligent. Did I mention that he’s also insane, a vicious murderer? From Cross Roads to NO FEAR! and now to Dead Days of Mickey, these guys are fun to spend my nights with.
Rico, he is a scary one. But I have to admit, if I met him, I would be taken with the man just as Josie has been. I guess no one is perfect. If only I could find a man with all his traits. Well, not the murdering part, or the insane madness. But all the rest would be grand. Poor Josie.
What about Mickey? He’s back in town, he has a feeling that something bad is going to happen. He gets this way, and he hasn’t been wrong yet. Now, he would be a fun one to meet. After all, he's well over 100 years old, he died 42 years ago, but some kind of anomaly happened the night he was murdered. He didn’t seem to die. With that said, he hasn’t aged a day in all the years since his murder. What a sweet man he is. I would like to talk with him.
All these folks are staying at Templetons de México, a plush hotel on the north beach of Mazatlán. Gloria Templeton is interesting, so beautiful and full of appeal. By golly, I want to know her too, her and her lovely assistant, Emma.
I remember an episode from the Twilight Zone when I was a kid. There were folks living in a town, a town where the train went in circles, the trees were not real, the houses only facades. There was no way out of the parameters set for this settlement, like there was nothingness beyond this little place. At the end of the show, a huge shadow is seen, slowly coming from the sky. As the viewer soon discovers, it’s a huge hand that picks up one of the little people in this town. We learn that the hand belongs to the little girl who is playing with her doll house. Boy, I sure hope my characters aren’t afraid of me, I do want them to like me and not think of me as the little girl who is playing with them. That would be a shame if they didn’t like me, for we have a lot of nights ahead of us. We’d all better get along so I can get this novel in the hands of readers.
Maybe I’d better stick to pounding on my keyboard, and forget about being their friend. After all, I know too much about them; their secrets, their sexual lives, their nasty habits such as killing people. Yes, it’s best to let them alone and do their thing. I wouldn’t want to scare them, they might start hiding things from me, and then where would the story go?
Oh my, the sun will be rising soon. Looks like I’d better try and get some sleep so I can act like I’m on holiday in a few hours. Mazatlán, what an interesting place to do my writing.
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Got comments? You will find the comment box below this story.
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You can read all about drama in my novels. Check them out at www.cmichaelsbooks.com, author of Twisted Thrillers.
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I seem to gravitate to the night shift when I write. I can hear the waves from my window (is that like seeing Russia from ones doorstep?), the stars are bright, I can see lights from the distant buildings. It is so peaceful. The night air is comfortable, much more so than the hot stuff that makes my face drippy during the day shift. This is nice, really nice.
Perhaps the serenity is enhanced by the fact that Moto Week has just ended. I lived in South Dakota many years ago, went to college there for a few years. I lived in a little town called Spearfish, about 12 miles from Sturgis. You can imagine how surprised I was to learn that Mazatlán is another Sturgis for the biker lovers.
Hot weather, loud bikers in town, sweaty face… yes, it does make sense that my internal clock would scream at my mind to wake up at 2 am to work. If only I could figure out a way to not sleep at all. The days here are magnificent in April, always feels like a vacation. The beach walks, the events going on in town. I love it all, and when I go to bed, I know that I will have the fun of waking at a magical hour so I can spend time with my new friends, the ones that are alive, and well in my Word document.
I am now writing the third and last installment in a series. The best part of this is that my characters are already developed and energetic. These guys are real people... folks that have their own thoughts, their own desires; it never ceases to amaze me. I do have a few new characters, like Josie. Poor Josie. She is smitten with a man who could be dangerous. But, who wouldn’t be drawn to him? This man is beautiful, charming, charismatic, and intelligent. Did I mention that he’s also insane, a vicious murderer? From Cross Roads to NO FEAR! and now to Dead Days of Mickey, these guys are fun to spend my nights with.
Rico, he is a scary one. But I have to admit, if I met him, I would be taken with the man just as Josie has been. I guess no one is perfect. If only I could find a man with all his traits. Well, not the murdering part, or the insane madness. But all the rest would be grand. Poor Josie.
What about Mickey? He’s back in town, he has a feeling that something bad is going to happen. He gets this way, and he hasn’t been wrong yet. Now, he would be a fun one to meet. After all, he's well over 100 years old, he died 42 years ago, but some kind of anomaly happened the night he was murdered. He didn’t seem to die. With that said, he hasn’t aged a day in all the years since his murder. What a sweet man he is. I would like to talk with him.
All these folks are staying at Templetons de México, a plush hotel on the north beach of Mazatlán. Gloria Templeton is interesting, so beautiful and full of appeal. By golly, I want to know her too, her and her lovely assistant, Emma.
I remember an episode from the Twilight Zone when I was a kid. There were folks living in a town, a town where the train went in circles, the trees were not real, the houses only facades. There was no way out of the parameters set for this settlement, like there was nothingness beyond this little place. At the end of the show, a huge shadow is seen, slowly coming from the sky. As the viewer soon discovers, it’s a huge hand that picks up one of the little people in this town. We learn that the hand belongs to the little girl who is playing with her doll house. Boy, I sure hope my characters aren’t afraid of me, I do want them to like me and not think of me as the little girl who is playing with them. That would be a shame if they didn’t like me, for we have a lot of nights ahead of us. We’d all better get along so I can get this novel in the hands of readers.
Maybe I’d better stick to pounding on my keyboard, and forget about being their friend. After all, I know too much about them; their secrets, their sexual lives, their nasty habits such as killing people. Yes, it’s best to let them alone and do their thing. I wouldn’t want to scare them, they might start hiding things from me, and then where would the story go?
Oh my, the sun will be rising soon. Looks like I’d better try and get some sleep so I can act like I’m on holiday in a few hours. Mazatlán, what an interesting place to do my writing.
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Got comments? You will find the comment box below this story.
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You can read all about drama in my novels. Check them out at www.cmichaelsbooks.com, author of Twisted Thrillers.
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