The Words Yet Written
A Good Hazin' Gone Bad
Labor Day Weekend of the fall semester at Karvilleton University in New Orleans seemed normal until a category five hurricane threatened to make landfall. The fraternity brothers of the University tried to have one last fling in the French Quarter. Their night with a dominatrix didn’t turn out like they planned when young Benjamin Assorella was found dead in her dungeon. The body was planted in Miss Hirsch’s storage unit, miles away from the place of Ben’s demise, and Roni was falsely accused of Ben’s death. The city is ravaged, and the police force falls behind, so Roni and her best friend Lori Hebert become detectives. Young Ben a notorious troublemaker of the fraternity was tossed out. Ben’s father paid the fraternity a hefty sum for Ben’s absolution. With the small-town insularity, Roni, an outsider from the Big Apple, must run the gauntlet to prove her innocence against the Nair do well, insider Jeb Barker of the Big Easy, whose family dates back to the Civil War. With the mayhem of the hurricane, and Jeb misdirecting Roni and Lori at every turn, Roni could face a murder charge. Will Roni be proven innocent, or will she spend the rest of her life in a Louisiana prison?
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A Word From The Author
How long does it take to write a novel? Some say a sticky rough draft can be done in three months. A pliable mailable lump of clay. Time to put it away. Time passes and you see your work with fresh eyes and the real work begins. You roll up your sleeves, you reread, you rewrite, and you reimagine.
When can you define yourself as a writer? I sit in my chair, while I research, outline, and write for three hours every day.
When are you officially considered an author? Is it when you are picked up by an agent? Is it when your book gets published? According to the Florida Writers Association, “Some will say that a person has to have something published to officially become an author.”
I was walking by the river one day, and struck up a conversation with two ladies. One said, “I’m a poet. The other said,” I write stories.”
“Oh really, I am learning to write,” I answered.
“Well then you should say you are a writer,” they said in unison.
See easy peasy.
Robin DS
Entrepreneur, Writer, Speaker and Maker