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Madison
Posted On 10/16/2014 10:09:37

MADISON

CHAPTER 1

 

Measured Steps. Equally so, measured words. They were an essential ingredient in the foundation of Madison Belmont’s success on Wall Street. Charged for thirteen years with representing clients in corporate mergers and acquisitions, she had learned a valuable lesson early in her career. Her opponents’ initial apprehension of her skill was essential to ensure success in the boardroom.

Dressed as a power broker wearing designer suits, she was an attractive, petite, thirty-five-year old attorney. Her suits never held a suggestion of a wrinkle, and her French-twist hairstyle would not allow any strands of her caramel colored hair to escape.

The last to enter the board room, she carried nothing as her staff followed in tow, hands and arms filled with files. Madison always walked directly to her chair at the head of the table while associates arranged the reports before her. There were no wasted steps walking around the table to acknowledge the participants. Nor did she engage in discussing the weather or any other mundane subject. Rather, she took her seat at the table and announced the issue at hand. Carefully she’d put on her tortoise shell designer glasses, and initiated the discussion. Anyone who digressed from the agenda was promptly reminded that time was important for everyone and the comments would be stricken from the record.  Madison was a serious player, and anyone who dismissed her out of hand did so at their own peril.

Her staff, who sat on the sidelines, remained attentive, and frequently slipped her an additional report to assist in achieving an advantage in the negotiations. Any staff member who became distracted was subject to dismissal. Intensive staff work was necessary to win at the negotiation table. Staff errors bred unacceptable failure and were never tolerated.

Madison was a driven woman who had freely chosen a demanding career over marriage. Watching others had confirmed in her mind that marriage was at best a distraction, and often a failure. Her arena and comfort zone were the confines of a board room. Locked in intense negotiations to defeat or modify an opposing counsel’s offer had given her a rush that marriage could never hope to achieve.

Next on Tuesday, the cost of success

 


Something I want to do
Posted On 10/09/2014 08:05:35

My working office is an airplane crash. Stuff everywhere. One of my afflictions is I have short stories and pieces of stories all over the place. I would like to share some of them with you. As I say, some are complete and others just a snapshot of a story idea. Others will take several sessions to complete the story. Let me give you an example of a story idea that appeals to me and I hope one day become a novel. With your permission, I would like to start next Tuesday when I return to the office. Please tell me if this is a bad idea and I will not burden you. Have a great weekend.

JB Morris


JOANNA



CHAPTER 1


Templer’s Lounge at The Foxtail Inn

Hello. Such a small word. Important, but small. One can declare it in countless ways. Boisterous, timid, whatever. For Joanna, it would be a cautious greeting. Almost with trepidation.

How would be receive her. Graciously, or would he order her to leave. That would make her sad. Why, she didn’t know.

With some hesitation, she moved up behind him. He couldn’t see her that way. That was good. It made it easier. And it helped that sitting at the piano, he was blinded by the ambiance of the dim lights casting shadows on the leather upholstered chairs and gold textured wallpaper.

Stepping into the outside perimeter of the spotlight, next to the piano, she whispered, “Hello.”

Playing the 2nd movement of Beethoven Pathetique Piano Sonata, he opened his eyes from a self-imposed trance.

Continuing to play, he said, confused, “I know you. Why do I know you?”

“It happened here in this room, almost a year ago.”

“What happened?”

“I was very cruel to you.”



Speed
Posted On 10/08/2014 08:47:45

One of my favorite writing exercises is trying to create the illusion of pacing at a breakneck speed. The action goes from one sertting to the next without any interruption. I did it in the book Seth that I am editing now. I wanted to do it again in the book I am writing, The Beijing Memorandum. The story premise is simple. Communist China plans on invading Mexico. It is not the WWII Normandy style of invasion but one of subterfuge. The scene takes place at the Ensenada Port where one of my protagonist is discovered spying by Chinese soldiers unloading war supplies. The protagonist has to flee for his life. Here is a sample of the action. Please recognize it is in the drafting stage and editing will make some changes.

Jonathan leaned into the ship's porthole with his binoculars.


Pointing, Lieutenant Joo yelled into the radio, "Major Lok. I've spotted movement."


"Where"" the major yelled back.


"Porthole on ship moored at the salvage yard."


"Oh my God," Jonathan yelled. "They made me."


"Move! Move! Move!" Major Lok screamed.


Again, it is a work in progress but that's my goal.

Have a great day.

JB Morris



A dirty cop
Posted On 10/07/2014 05:48:59

Hello

I thought I'd take a moment of your time to ask you to help me. I've got a writing issue that I need to deal with today. I have to provide the reader with some background information on one of my principal antagonists who is a dirty cop. He joined a drug cartel to sell drugs. The question is why does a cop turn bad? He didn't start out that way. He wanted to be a good cop when he graduated from the police academy. But family issues took him on a different path. He was married with three daughters. His wife was constantly nagging him that his salary was not enough to take care of her and the three girls. And their house was too small for a family of five. She wanted him quit the police department and find other work to care for his family. Marcus, the antagonist, balked. He liked the variety of being a policeman. He also started becoming involved with prostitutes. A bar owner complained about being threatened with extortion by a street gang. Marcus threatened the leader of the street gang and the gang backed off. The bar owner was so pleased he started paying Marcus money to keep him safe. Soon, Marcus was getting protection money from a host of bars and prostitutes. It was only a matter of time before he was approached by another dirty cop to sell drugs..

Now my question is, does this scene work. Or, have I left something out. Appreciate any thoughts you may have.

Best

JB Morris,


A day at work.
Posted On 10/06/2014 08:13:30

I thought I'd take a moment to tell you about the typical day of a writer. Trust me, the ten hour days are busy. The first four hours are spent in what is called, "Social Media." That involves communicating with people through Twitter, Facebook and email. Try to squeeze some research in that period and reading other authors and how to books. The remaining six hours are spent in editing and writing. I am publishing an eBook in December, called Seth. It is a triller/suspense book, I am working on my editor's edits as well as another set of edits. The last four hours are spent writing my current book, The Beijing Memorandum which will be published next year. It is another thriller book. Well folks, back to get back to work. Enjoy your day.

JB Morris


Research in the People's Republic of China
Posted On 10/03/2014 09:10:10

My current novel I am writing, The Beijing Memorandum, requires considerable research. I needed a scene at a navy base so I pulled up the google map of China. The Chinese have split their navy into three separate fleets and I was interested in the North Sea Fleet. I discovered the fleet is based at Qingsdao but was unable to find the navy base. The People's Republic of China does not paint a big red circle to tell the world this is the exact location of their navy base. There was no evidence of any navy base. But the Chinese made a big mistake. They identified the location of a naval museum. Now where would you find a naval museum but on a navy base. I zoomed in and sure enough, I saw two of their warship berthed at a dock. It was exciting finding something the People's Republic was trying to hide. I felt like a spy. I love research. I have learned so many new pieces of information. Nuff for now. Have a super day.



Their First Meeting
Posted On 10/02/2014 09:16:06

HELLO

Today, I will finish up the background on the assassin, Angel. She was raised in an orphange in Mexico and became an assassin for the Halcon drug cartel. She is torn whether to become a chief lieutenant distributing drugs for the cartel or be set free to become an international assassin.

The rest of the day will focus on the Chief of Staff for the People's Republic of China first face-to-face meeting with the  spy working in the office of the president of China.

It promises to be a fun day.

Enjoy you day. 

JB Morris Author

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