Category Archives: Writing

Meat Between the Bun

     burgerAuthor, Kristen Lamb’s blog post about premature editing of a manuscript intrigued and…sigh…relieved me. Without guilt, I will return to my natural style which is like building a burger. Here’s the recipe.

Build a Burger Book

     Meat between the bun is the first and most important step.

  • Fashion a plot patty and cook with scenes until done to your taste.
  • Upon completion of the burger, deluxe or mini, you may need to top with a subplot of bacon or mushrooms.
  • Lettuce and tomato seem subtle but add interest to a burger like descriptive gestures and scene settings.
  • And what’s a burger without mustard or alternate spicy condiment.
  • Spoon on a bit of sarcasm, humor, or sexy jalapeños to help make your burger unique.

Like building a burger, layering is a way to deepen POV, add subtleties, and strategic lines of backstory. For pansters (like me) this may be the time when a subplot pets your sub-conscious on its head. So, before over pruning your first chapters like a Crepe Myrtle build a burger. Afterward, if you don’t like the pickles and onions they are easily tossed – my dog likes to catch em!

Speaking of meat between the bun…in my pre-published novel, Dune BurgerHot as Blazes, Jo’s first stop after returning from Cally is a surfside burger haunt for her first taste of home.  Its namesake, The Dune Burger, has been around since the ‘70s. Located in Nags Head on the Outer Banks, you’ll have to double fist their deluxe “Dune” burger. Oh, and don’t forget the shake!

 

 

Broncosaurus

Today’s post is by a friend who allowed me to use her Bronco as a charactor in one of my novels.

Broncosaurus 

Arriving after football practice at my son’s high school, I slipped out to switch seats so he could drive home, when one of his teammates waved at me.  “He just likes your truck, mom.” 

Ahh yes…the beastly dinosaur, a 1996 Bronco.  My Broncosaurus.  I’ve become known for my truck.  Male SUV lovers drool over it. I’ve had Porsche keys tossed to me in trade for the extinct Ford.  But like my husband told the salesman who begged us to trade it when he was dealing for his pick-up, “You’ll have to pry them from her cold, dead hands!”

The guy who instilled my love of the Bronco at seventeen was a playa in the worst way, but at least I found a faithful truck for the time served.  Since then, I’ve owned two. 

 Because the Bronco as afforded me such notoriety, I couldn’t pass up the chance when Dani want to cast the “Broncosaurus” in her hot beach read, Hot as Blazes.

K. Alexander