Tracey L Alley's Blog (3)

The room was stark; television on a stand in the corner, table and four chairs and nothing else.  Like ‘interview’ rooms in police stations all around the world, old George figured it was meant to be intimidating.  Thing was, at sixty-two going on for sixty-three, there wasn’t much left in the world that George found intimidating and he had nothing to hide.  He knew what had happened; knew what he’d seen and heard and if they didn’t believe him that was just their…

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The setting sun cast a chequer-board pattern across the wooden floor.  Half-seated and half hanging from the ceiling by the stout cords around her wrists that were attached to a heavy bar that ran across the ceiling she panted heavily, head down.  It seemed to her that she could pick out every knot in the wood of the floor, see every tiny crack and the dust motes made almost glorious by the sun’s dying rays.  Then the pain came again, rippling through her body causing… Continue

I'm finishing up a few loose ends at the moment with some short stories that I'd like to compile into something roughly novel sized and then will begin work on my new fantasy series.  I always find this part of the writing process to be the most difficult and the most exciting.  The characters are growing in my mind, developing their own individual back stories and personalities.  The story line is building from the initial foundational concept. This time around there's no need to worry about… Continue