Meet Mitch #amwriting

This post is part of a Meet My Main Character blog hop, so I invite you to meet Mitch, the main character of A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE, my current work-in-progress.

Thank you, Anne Marie Lutz, for inviting me to play!


Meet Mitch

Picture I drew of Mitch in 1968

1.) What is the name of your character?

James Michener Franklin. Nickname: Mitch

2.) Is he/she fictional or a historic person?

He’s completely fictional, but the story is set in 1968, so I guess that makes him fictional historical.

3.) When and where is the story set?

In the summer of 1968, in the fictional small town of Faelin in southern Indiana.

4.) What should we know about him/her?

He was abandoned in an alley when he was an infant. He’s spent his entire life up until the story in Faelin’s municipal children’s home.

5.) What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?

He’s hired as a handyman, but he isn’t treated like a hired man. From the woman who treats him like a stinkbug to the man who treats him as a confidant to the girls who insist he’s the reincarnation of the dead guy at the summerhouse, the whole family seems bizarre to him. On the other hand, he has no personal knowledge of family life, so he’s never sure of his own judgement.

6.) What is the personal goal of the character?

All he wants is a place to belong and, if possible, to avoid being sent to Vietnam.

7.) Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?

The working title is A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE. I’ve been publishing excerpts from it here on my blog on the past few Sample Sundays.

8.) When can we expect the book to be published or when was it published?

I hope it will be out by the end of 2014 through Per Bastet Publications.

Now I’m a-taggin’ Bob Sanchez and Cairn Rodrigues. They’ll post their Meet My Character posts in one week, September 22, 2014.

~ Bob Sanchez wrote tech manuals back in the day and now spends his golden years writing fiction, book reviews, and blog posts. He and his wife live happily in New Mexico with their two cats.

Bob Sanchez
When Pigs Fly voted #1 Best Indie on Goodreads!

~ Cairn Rodrigues is a lapsed chef and a current writer of refreshingly delightful fantasy fiction. She has a passably good relationship with punctuation while maintaining the high standards and integrity of self-published authors the world over. With over 30k tweets to her credit, she can sum up even the most profound and convoluted thought into a mere 140 characters as if by magic. Cairn knows all the words to La Bamba and is very well educated in classic American porn. She enjoys glitzy fireworks displays, the iridescent feathers on common street pigeons and a really great Monte Cristo sandwich.

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A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Answer those questions for YOUR main character.


The Taste Of Bug Guts #SampleSunday

Here’s another bit from A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE, my YA paranormal due out soon from Per Bastet Publications. In this one, Mitch is getting ready to meet someone. Jimmy is the kid he shares a room with at the children’s home. This is set in 1968.

The Taste of Bug Guts

by Marian Allen

bug gutsJimmy still had his face smooshed against the screen, humming loudly. He said it tickled his lips.

“Cut it out,” I said, pulling on a clean tee and buttoning my good Madras shirt over it. “You’ll get lead poison or something. That screen’s dirty.”

“I washed it,” he lied.

I hesitated between my pegged jeans or my new bell-bottoms. I decided to go with the more conservative look, and squeezed my feet through the older jeans and into my loafers. Thank God, I thought, for Trinity Episcopal Sunday School’s Dorcas Class, who had chosen the Refuge as their “mission” for the year. They tended to concentrate on the younger kids, but one of the members was a male clothes horse, and he’d passed me some pretty cool threads.

“Better hurry, before she changes her mind,” Jimmy mumbled, without taking his mouth off the screen.

I shook some Barbasol onto my hair and combed it back. Mrs. Brandt was with-it enough to let me wear my hair as long as I wanted–half-way down my ears–but she insisted I keep it neat. I could live with that.

I peered into the mirror. Did I need a shave? No, but maybe in a couple of days.

“Hope you like the taste of bug guts,” I said, on my way out of the room. “Notice, if you will, the fly swatter on the floor under the window….”

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 A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Dress a character up for an important meeting.


MomGoth Finds A Buck #Caturday

Sweetie PieSweetie Pie Turner here.

When I say MomGoth finds a buck, I mean a buck. Bambi — that kind of buck!

MomGoth says he’s been haunting the front yard, eating mushrooms. Lucky for him they aren’t the kind of mushrooms MomGoth gathers, which only come up in the Spring. I feel sorry for him, if MomGoth catches him snacking on her morel mushrooms!

Yesterday morning, she told us, he walked across the driveway and was chowing down on the greenery at the edge of the treeline. She got a video of him out the side window. Then she crept out the back door to try to creep up to the edge of the porch for a closer picture, but he was too wary for her.

With one high shriek of “Paparazzi!” he bounded off into the woods.

Here’s the video she got.

MomGoth Finds A Buck

He’s pretty cute, but MomGoth says he was BIG and those hooves look HARD. I’m glad she didn’t get close enough for him to kick her!



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