Thursday, November 15, 2012

Penny Crime

Available on Amazon
So I finished another story set in fiction around a very real object - a penny struck in bronze instead of zinc-coated steel. In 1942 the government was saving copper for the war effort and chose to use bronze instead. By 1943, they decided to save even more money and changed to making zinc-coated steel pennies. Some of the mints produced a few of the bronze ones during the change-over but with the new year's date on them. It was a mistake and collectors love coins that make it into circulation that weren't supposed to. As the demand for these rare coins goes up, the price goes up and that is how this story developed.

How else could a simply penny cause a crime? I am not sure we would even recognize one of these very valuable pennies as being any different from the normal ones. The last one sold in real life for well over a million dollars!

So, the story is in review on Amazon and will be published within the next 24 hours. I will list it as a free download over the weekend to give it a running start in the new story market.

Just to give you a sampling, here are a few lines from the story, Penny Crime....

“Drew, bring me your laundry basket,” she called. She and Dan wanted to instill a sense of responsibility in their young son and found ways for him to help around the home. Drew didn’t answer immediately, so Cindy walked towards the kitchen where the noise of the laundry machines wasn’t so loud.
“Drew?” she looked around and then stood quietly to see if she could hear his happy little voice. “Answer me, Drew. Where are you?” she called. Almost immediately, she noticed the sliding doors were open in the dining room. She ran out to the yard.
“Drew!” she called. Would he have run outside on his own? He knew better. Where would he have gone as a three-year old?
Her heart was pounding as she raced back to the apartment to grab her cell phone. “Dan, answer the phone. Come on. Answer! Please God, let him answer!”
“Hey, Cindy”
“Dan, I can’t find Drew?” She was almost hysterical.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Flood Relief

I have found it so refreshing to see the outpouring of support from regular folks to help the people affected by hurricane Sandy. While I was driving between Virginia and Philadelphia yesterday on Interstate 95, there were lines of utility trucks heading north. They drove in caravans by the hundreds from different companies as far away as Texas. Sure, some of them are getting paid, but I guarantee that there are far more people helping without pay.

It shows me that despite the fighting in this upcoming election, we Americans do care for each other. We are not all selfish folks whining that we don't have what we want, but we know how to get to work and meet the need where possible.We are a nation of people who rally together once politics and religion are set aside. After all, isn't that the real religion, loving your neighbor more than yourself?

How does this apply to me in the context of being a writer? It shows me that folks with real character exist and it's people like them that make up great stories. I am sure we will hear amazing stories as the days and weeks pass, of heroes among the communities who stepped out and did something to make a difference. Picking among the different stories will be the hard part.