I’m honored to hand over the reins today to Author Cindy Carroll. We are both members of an online writing group and have known each other (virtually) for a few years now. I’m always amazed by Cindy’s talents and productivity. I can’t wait to read her new book. See for yourself, she’s brought us an excerpt.
There’s always a motive
Firstly, thank you so much for letting me blog with you, Sandra!
In books characters always have a motive. I’m not talking just suspense novels where the villain needs a motive for his bad deeds. But any character needs to have a motive for why they do the things they do, why they want their goals. People in real life also have motives. Sometimes they’re good, sometimes they’re not so good.
Last week my work ordered in pizza for the whole building. Great, right? Free lunch. Who could wonder about that? A suspense writer, that’s who. Oh, I ate the pizza and drank the pop but I was asking myself WHY they got us pizza. Why the free lunch? Some suggested they gave us lunch because they felt guilt over the fact that our other location was shut down for the day because of the Toronto floods while we still had to work. I didn’t buy that excuse. I still wanted to know what had they done or what were they going to do that would tick us off? I’m still wondering. Because I don’t think their reasons were warm and fuzzy.
What’s my motive for being here? You know there had to be one, right? I have a brand new story out and Sandra was kind enough to let me take over her blog for today!
In my short story Reflections a group of friends go on a road trip to help one of them get over a break up. But pure motives don’t mean nothing will go wrong. In fact, the trip goes very wrong and what started out as a fun trip ends with them fighting for their lives.
Steve slipped out of Nancy’s room, closing the door with a firm pull. From the silence in the hallway he figured the group wasn’t back yet. Perfect. He made his way down the hall to Margo’s room and pounded on the door.
Keith opened the door, beer in hand. “Dude, what?”
“The girls back?”
“Nah, Lena’s taking them on a mission to find some curse she read about.”
The riddle was far from a curse. Steve could barely control the energy he felt, the need to just do something without his weak repressive side being all moral on him. Keith stepped aside to let him in the room. Steve surveyed the room. Everything still in place didn’t tell him much either. Maybe there hadn’t been as much of a struggle as he’d had. Of course maybe Keith hadn’t looked in the mirror yet. He seemed like his usual self but maybe his replacement was almost exactly like the original Keith.
“I think the curse will find them,” Steve said.
Keith looked at him, quirking an eyebrow up. “Dude, what makes you say that?”
Original Keith. Steve smiled. “How about a beer?”
“Sure. I thought you only drank that cider crap.”
Keith walked, danced, sauntered over to the mini fridge. How he managed to do all three at once baffled Steve. “Sucks, dude, that Rebecca dumped you.”
Steve took the beer Keith offered and nodded. He hadn’t really cared about her but if it got him away from his roommate for a week and sympathy sex he would endure the “there there’s” from his friends. He chugged the beer in one long gulp and let out a burp. He tossed the can over his shoulder then fastened his hands around Keith’s neck.
About Cindy: Cindy Carroll is a member of Sisters in Crime and a graduate of Hal Croasmun’s screenwriting ProSeries. Her interviews with writers of CSI and Flashpoint appeared in The Rewrit, the Scriptscene newsletter, the screenwriting Chapter of RWA. She writes screenplays, thrillers, and paranormals, occasionally exploring an erotic twist. A background in banking and IT doesn’t allow much in the way of excitement so she turns to writing stories that are a little dark and usually have a dead body. When she’s not writing you can usually find her on Twitter.
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