Diana's Writing Blog

Her presence stretches back into my earliest years, peppering my memories with white hair and crumpled tissue paper skin. Now she sits, worn and feeble at our kitchen table, lost in memory. Sometimes she seems to be little more than a wraith, a ghost, talking out the bits and pieces of her life, repeating them [...]

So, I thought up a neat twist to romance novels: replace the female lead with a male. I tried it out using one of Harlequin’s online romance novels, Heavy Metal Honey. This one worked almost too well, since the female character is purposely butch. Oh, well.Anyway, here are the “rules” I’ve set up for myself: [...]

From: The Springview Historical Society To: Nick Powell and Don McGinnis Subject: Haunted School Dear Mr. Powell and Mr. McGinnis The Springview Historical Society would like to hire you to determine whether or not the local school is haunted. It has been closed since the 1980′s because of strange occurrences that have happened since the [...]

Nick Powell gazed at the carpeting of clouds from his seat on the plane. His assistant, Don McGinnis, was asleep in the seat next to him. Nick got up as quietly as he could and reached into the compartment above Don’s head. He slid out his laptop, careful not to make a sound, and sat [...]

Doug McDougal yawned and sat up in bed. His girlfriend was already up. “Morning, Sleepy Head,” she said walking in. “Morning,” he said, getting out of bed. “I thought that, before work, you could come with me this morning,” she said hopefully, “to Madame Shantel.” “Aw, Leela, you know I don’t believe in that psychic [...]

I’ve finally figured out how to work this thing. It’s one of two gadgets I stole before leaving the cargo hold. Some sort of audio log to document life here on this brave new world. Who better to do it than the only smart one on the planet? Here goes: Mag’s audio log. It’s been [...]

“Oh, I’m so lost!” moaned Don. He was in the center of campus holding a map that the wind was fiercely trying to rip from his grasp. He looked in confusion at his surroundings, then back down at the map. “Need some help?” a female voice asked. Don turned toward the source of the sound. [...]