The strongest relationships often start from the strangest meetings
Ritchie caught the blues bouncing off his visor and checked his rearview mirror. The police cruiser was right behind him, blues jockeying back and forth on the roof rack, headlight hi-beams winking right left right left. He lowered the volume on the radio. John Mellencamp went from a car quaking “This is a little ditty, about Jack and Diane, two kids growing up, in the Heartland…” to a quiet mumble.
He slowed and pulled onto the shoulder. The police car stayed right behind him. There was a road on the right that went between two fields. He put on his directional, his eyes bouncing back and forth from road to rearview, and took the turn, staying to the side and continuing to slow.
The cruiser stayed with him.
He stopped his Leaf, lowered his window then put his hands, open and fingers pointing up, on the top of the steering wheel.
The officer got out of the cruiser, adjusted her duty belt, looked at him and stopped, her hand hovering above her weapon. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making sure you can see my hands. You folks have a tough enough job these days without having to worry about what’s going to happen when you stop somebody. I figured I’d make sure you could see my hands so you’d know I wasn’t going to do something funny.”
She didn’t move, just kept her eyes on him and stayed in her ready position.
He smiled at her in his side mirror. “Everything okay, officer?”
His paperwork still in hand, she pulled it back and flipped it over, skimming the back where medical conditions are normally listed.
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Quite the Life (and all in Times New Roman 10pt!)
Hello all and welcome to our first February Author Interview Plunge. Today we’ll be talking with…umm…me! I finally get my go at this with Jennifer “The Editress” Day at the helm! Feel free to give me (and Jennifer) a big round of applause for taking part in our exciting adventure.
Continue reading “Joseph Carrabis – It’s Autobiography…I swear!”
Pesky characters, always makin’ a ruckus…
Interesting experience a few weeks back. I got into a serious argument with some characters in The Augmented Man. The argument was so serious that all writing stopped. Not only writing on The Augmented Man, also work on Ritchie and Phyl, Gable Smiled and a host of others.
Fantasy characters threatened to strike in support of their literary fiction brothers and sisters. Characters still in development refused to cross picket lines in support of their already written brethren and sistren.
There was talk of locking up my keyboard until things got resolved.
But if you lock up the keyboard we’ll never reach an agreement, I explained.
Phyl said, “You have two paragraphs, Mister. Get writing.”
Continue reading “Labor Relations”