Spied any good books lately?
Really? Not a single one? Wait, what was that? You spied a really cool spy book about Paris but you can’t really afford it right now so you haven’t bought it?
Well, what if I gave you one for free? Just one. It’s been a long time since I’ve given away anything free on this site and I used to think this was a site that had more to offer than just words. So let’s change that!!
I will send one commenter one free book. I might even throw in some top secret goodies to go with it. All you have to do is comment before next Thursday (I’ll shut comments down at noon) WITH your best spy story.
I know, I had to go and make it difficult. Just a funny little anecdote to make reading comments more fun. I’ll pick the best story or the best random story or if that’s too hard I’ll use random number generator and announce who gets a free book next Friday.
You can do it! I think everybody’s got a spy story in them. Surely you’ve spied on your neighbors before, maybe your kids, or your parents or that boy you liked in high school? Share your story and you could win! I’ll even draw you a personalized cartoon on the inside page or have Bug write you special note.
p.s. If you’ve already bought the book, (Thank you! You make my world go ’round.) you can still comment and win another book and give it away or donate it to your local library. And since we’re talking, could you pretty please leave a review on amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com or wherever it is you bought it. I neeeeeeeed all the reviews I can get. Thank you so much!!
Jasper, the psychic, trailer-park gypsy
This post is sponsored by eBay.
In college I took so many creative writing classes that I got a minor in English. This was completely by accident and not planned at all. Somehow I took one class and then next thing I know I was buddies with everyone and I kept taking more. It was a fun bunch of people to hang out with and the class was a hoot. Then when I was about to graduate, my advisor said, Why don’t you take a grammar course (which I was horrible at, no surprise there) and a literature class (Japanese Literature – it was awesome) and you’ll get a minor in English. So I did. And now to this day I can boast that I have a minor in English.
So it’s sort of a niggling thing that I don’t write fiction. I loved doing it so much in college, why can’t I be the next JK Rowling or Stephanie Meyer or at my worst, maybe I could write porn under a surname and make zillions of zillions of dollars like the fifty-shades lady.
I’ll probably never do any of the above, most of all the last because, ew. And second of all, I love love love to write descriptions all day long but when it comes to dialogue and a plot, I come up floundering. In fact, now that I think about it, all I ever wrote in my creative writing classes was a creative take on my real life. Kinda like this blog.
I digress. What I was trying to get to was that I have a friend who has been challenging me to write fiction. In fact, I even made up a character for her and together we were going to write chapters, trading them back and forth. To get my creative juices flowing I started a collection on ebay with all the things I thought my character, Jasper, would have or wear. It was a lot of fun. I recommend it for anyone needing help visualizing their character. I think I secretly wish I was a tv stylist with an unlimited budget. I could totally get down with buying things in character.
Without further ado, here is my story. But wait, I do have some ados. I need to preface this story by saying that this character came out of my imagination completely on her own and does not reflect anything from my real life. All my relatives should know that I am not psychic nor do I read tarot cards and I do not make out with boys in mobile homes. If any of that might offend you then perhaps this story is not suitable for you. Click away while you still can!