Crafting Stories of Love and Mystery – Your Partner in Novel Development
You answer the front door of your suburban home. Your inner child is on the doorstep screaming for your attention. The neighbors are watching, so you yank the hysterical child by the arm into the house. You offer it anything and everything to stop its howling.
You raise your voice over the racket. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want!” your inner child screams. Then it kicks you in the shin, runs into the bathroom and locks the door. What to do?
You move into a newly constructed home, and an elderly gentleman is living upstairs in one of the bedrooms. The bedroom is full of a lifetime of belongings, and it is obvious by the cobwebs and dust that he’s been there a long time.
You don’t recall seeing him or the room during the walk-through. He’s not a ghost; he’s flesh and blood. And he doesn’t intend on leaving because this is his house, not yours. You want to call your lawyer. The kids want to call him ‘Grandpa.’
What to do?
Red Velvet Jones 