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It wasn’t the first dead body Derek Finley had seen.  He stepped carefully around the blood that pooled next to the corps lying face down on the throw rug with both hands out stretched, as if he tried to crawl away from the attack before taking his last breath.   The victim’s white silk shirt turned a dark crimson from the blood, showed six entry holes in the back.  Derek focused on the holes then clicked the button on the top of the camera causing the flash to fill the low-lit, posh hotel room.  Taking a step to his right, he snapped another picture of the wounds from a different angle.    A cold steel knot laid in the pit of his stomach, but not from the bullet-riddled body, as a patrol officer in Saint Cloud Minnesota, he had responded to several fatality accidents, some very gruesome, bullet holes did not compare to dismemberment.  Then later as a detective assigned to the drug task force, dealing with meth maggots, he had investigated shootings and knifings, it seemed where there were drugs, there was also murder.   No, the body on the floor was not what ate at him.  It was the little girl.   His jaw clinched again as his eyes moved to the photo on the coffee table.  Two jet-black pigtails stuck out from the sides of her little head.  Her face beamed with bright eyes, a large smile and cute dimples on her smooth brown skin.  She looked really happy, he thought.  Not that, smile for the camera cheesy smile but genuine joy, the joy of innocence that only a three-year-old little girl can know.   He felt his jaw clinch tighter as that knot twisted in his gut.  He brought his eyes back to the viewfinder on the camera, stepped to the right again and snapped another picture.   With his next step, now by the victim’s feet, he over exaggerated raising his foot up making sure to clear the empty brass 9mm shell on the glossy, marble tiled floor just off the edge of the rug.   Snap, another picture.

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Good article for you writers out there.

http://writerswhokill.blogspot.com/2012/08/writing-suspense.html

I haven’t written anything in months, I think it’s time to start writing again. “Rookie Case”, the novelette prequel to Rock Bottom, is about 1/3 done; “Warrior Dad”, my short story, is about 1/2 done; and the first few chapters of “Road of Revenge”, the sequel to “Rock Bottom”, have been written for almost a year. Trying to figure out what to get back on first. Any suggestions?

My wife asked me once, “who are you writing for?” it became a hard question to answer. I didn’t start off writing “Rock Bottom” to publish, I wrote it because the story drove me nuts. The more I wrote the more that filled my brain and I had to get it out, I wanted to know how the story ended after all.

When I finished the first section, I handed it to my son to read. He is an avid reader, who has read more books by the age of 18 then anyone else I know and I figured he would make a good judge of what I had just written. He loved it! “Dad are you writing a book?” I shrugged off the question, telling him that I was just writing for fun but in the back of my mind I began to wonder if I could.

As I worked through the first chapters, I shared it with a few other friends. Their encouragement spurred me on to write at a faster pace. By the time I reached the half way point my son stopped referring to it as my “book” and started calling it my “novel”. My wife began asking me at that point how I was going to publish it. Never being trained in the art of fiction writing I didn’t feel I had the talent to be published, so I blew off the question and began looking for ways to self-publish so at least my children would have a copy of my book. Not intending to profit from the book I self edited (a blog subject of its own for another time) and used a print on demand publisher, who release it on Amazon. In less than a month we had skyrocketed in ranking on Amazon to 41,893 out of the millions of books available. That’s when I decided I had better look at making the finished product more professional. Typos were acceptable when it was just going to family, but paying customers deserve a better product.Over the months that followed I learned a great deal about writing, editing, typesetting, formatting and publishing.

I have come to the realization that I write for me, I publish that other might enjoy what I have written and I market the book in hopes that I might earn from my work. I now have a professional fiction editor re-editing “Rock Bottom” and will be rereleasing it soon.

Who are you writing for?

AP News: Mexico cops nab suspect in 75 drug cartel killings.

This sets the stage for my next book “Road of Revenge”!