Contrasts and Comparisons By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) It was the sort of exhaustion that takes over your entire body – wrapping you up in a gossamer web of steely threads. Gillian felt paralyzed, and she knew it had more to do with emotional exertions than anything overtly physical. […]
Read more "Let your character tell the story."Felicidad’s Flight By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) The chill snuck in through the sleeves of the hand-me-down raincoat that had been the sum total birthday gift to commemorate lucky 13. Faded red, with big yellow daisies, it was hip in the sixties, but woefully out of fashion by the […]
Read more "The Quote as a Trigger"The Fuse is Lit By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) He never could get used to the relative quiet of the newsroom. Although he’d never actually worked at any of the “big time” newspapers, his first memories as a journalist always included the roar of the presses, not the hum of […]
Read more "Character Introductions"It (Doesn’t) Go Without Saying By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) Richard Pale squinted out from under his Bruins baseball hat at the solitary figure of his only son, Danny Pale, intermittently pitching golf balls into the wasteland of the desert. Wasteful and rebellious as always, this strange son who belonged […]
Read more "Narrative Dialogue"The Shallows and the Deep By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) His heart still pounded when he remembered the call. He’d recognized her voice right away. When someone haunts your dreams, it is easy to remember what they sound like. Especially when the echo of their farewell still reverberates in […]
Read more "Gender Swap"Murder in the Desert By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from “East Junction” – a novel in progress) Sheriff?” Bernice Pale’s voice crackled over the car radio, the static initially masking the tone of her voice. At first, Sheriff Lance Waddell thought she was just a little early for the hourly radio check in. Sixty years old […]
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