Writer Interrupted


“Turn the music down, Darling.  It’s difficult to concentrate.”

Desmond strolled…no…sauntered…

Sauntered, yes.

Desmond sauntered into the pub

Searching for Belinda

She’s all right, she’s all right…cocaine.


“Please, Darling?  Keep the music down?”

Searching for Belinda.

She was angry, he knew,

But she’d been angry before.

The right words

Would soothe her mood.

Lay Lady, lay…lay across my big brass bed.


“The music is too loud.  If you wouldn’t mind?”

He’d have her home

Before midnight

Wrapped neatly in his arms

Dream lover come rescue me…ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.


Strike that, make it:

Neatly wrapped in his arms.

Or should it be,

Neatly wrapped up in his arms?

Stick with “wrapped in his arms.”

I’m just a gigolo, everywhere I go, people know the part I’m playin’…


“Darling?  A little lower please?”

Belinda made love

Like no other woman

He’d ever experienced

Slow ride…take it easy…


Desmond would never

Let her get away

No, strike that.

Desmond would never

Release her.

Thesaurus: release, dismiss, expel, reject.

Desmond would never

Release her.

She’s just sixteen years old…leave her alone…they said…


“Turn the blasted music down!”

There, in a dark corner

Belinda hunched over

A faded Martini.

Was she crying?

That would be a good sign.

A second figure moved in the booth.

Was she seeing another man?

Sundown…you better take care…if I find you been creeping ‘round my back stairs.


Desmond’s pulse began to race

His steps, slow and apprehensive

As he approached the booth.

Give me three steps mister, give me three steps toward the door.


“Oh for heaven sakes, I can’t write like this!”

Momma, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.


Author of Devil's Edge, The Future Queen, and J.J. Houston: Murder on Moon Street. I live in Rhode Island with the love of my life, two menopausal tomato plants, and several purse-snatching poltergeists. I love to read. I'm an archaeology buff, I poke around in science and physics, philosophy and art, and I enjoy gardening. My favorite movie is Fried Green Tomatoes, I listen to movie soundtracks while I write. Like Garfield, I will absolutely chase my own shadow for a pan of lasagna.

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