I’m not doing National Novel Writing Month this year; I’m finally getting around to finishing the Spadena Street cozy mysteries I’ve begun during previous years.
The first is BAR SINISTER, in which the residents of 1 Spadena Street, a two-block cul-de-sac of Storybook Style houses, work to clear the woman accused of murdering a rat’s-ass DA.
Morning on Spadena Street
excerpt from BAR SINISTER
by Marian Allen
At 1 Spadena Street, a brown woman, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, worked at the stove. A pink woman, in flannel pajamas with hipster penguins on them, shuffled in.
“You finally up?” Doris Winston turned two slabs of ham over in the skillet. “I thought I was gonna have to come up and put an ice cube down your back.”
“It’s 8:30, Mama D.” The pink woman scratched her head, disarranging her disarranged hair into less disorder. “That isn’t late.”
“Oh, Juss, Juss. Real folks are working by 8:30.” Doris pushed the ham aside and broke a couple of eggs into the sizzling pan.
“Guess I must not be real, then.” Juss attempted a sniff and achieved a snort. “If I’m imaginary, how about imagining me without sinuses? Anyway, I don’t have any appointments today. I don’t think I do. I better check.”
“Breakfast almost ready,” Doris called to Juss’ back.
In her office, Juss checked her appointment book and was disappointed to find the day blank. She called in her allergy prescription.
Happy thought. She flipped open the yellow pages, found a temporary agency, and ordered a secretary. Happy, happy.
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I have most of it done, and all of it outlined, although I expect it to change a lot as I go. Right now, I’m transferring it, scene by scene, into yWriter5, because I have a feeling it’s going to need some serious scene-shuffling.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What kind of jammies does your main character wear? Why?