I have (I think) finally found my writing platform. I have read a lot about the need of one and could never really figure out what to build on and now I know. My platform is based on the premise life demands action.

Whether it is nonfiction, YA, picture book, or a novel making a statement will be the goal. There are many things happening in the world which ticks me the hell off. I, as a citizen in the ‘real’ world can’t change society with a flick of my hand, but my laptop keys can kick butt and change fallacies. I can write people to fulfill my dreams. I can have them do what needs to be done and get away with it. .

And because I think a proven rapist (especially of a child) should be caught and beaten to death on the spot and because I am tired of injustices in the judicial system where it seems sexual predators, pedophiles, and deviants have lenient sentences or get away with their crime I wrote The Fishing Trip. where the good guy is the grey matter. I know its not as easy as black and white, but I bet if redemption fell hard on creeps like that, this sort of crime would end quickly, I'm just sayin'. There are other countries that don't play with this part of society. Today I am starting interviews with the characters from THE FISHING TRIP @ In the Chair . 

Come over and get to meet them.

My life demanding action (which must have been festering in my subconscious) caused me to write Beads on a String America's Racially Intertwined History. You can learn all about the reasons behind this enormous feat HERE.

The Perfect Solution which is discussed Here had the first characters to sit In the Chair  .  

These are just a few of my steps unto my platform. I shall be polishing my words, strengthening my platform and building me a bookshelf. Because I shall write the perfect query to the perfect agent and I will need a place to put all my published books.

A quick view from The Fishing Trip a work in progress.

Scene-Durham is on his way to handle-up on some last minute business before leaving town.

     Durham drove the F150 sixty miles into the woods at thirty miles over the speed limit with the windows down, the cool wind aiding the cigar smoke to swirl through the trucks interior. The sounds of Battle Without Honor or Humility from the Kill Bill movie blaring in the silence of the dark cool night air. This was his theme song. He loved a good challenge and tonight he had a big one, even if he was the only one who knew it.


     The cabin where he was driving was now filled with the sickest single group of sadistic perverts he had ever come across. At the moment they were sitting in a warm fully equipped cabin watching their homemade child porn on a 52 inch flat screen television, drinking and eating and having a laughing good time. They had trusted him when he said he was going to run into town for more supplies. The same way those little children had trusted them. Each of their wives and children had either won a trip or were on sleepovers or pretty much engaged somewhere else for the week. Unaware of how their lives were about to change for the better. Those cretins in the cabin trusted and believed he had wanted to invest in their porno film making business. Durham found it mind numbing how easily it had been to fool people who prided themselves on being cunning and conniving. They thought they had made it to the ‘big times’, an often repeated phrase from the FedEx man as they had fished off what they believed to be his yacht in the middle of the ocean the day before. Durham’s intention had been to blow the boat up in the middle of the water after he had gotten safely away, but when Bertrand began talking and then begging about a wish to own a cabin, Durham began a discussion intimating the pretense of possibly selling. What they didn’t know was, yeah he was selling alright; selling them a bunch of crap and a trip to hell.

     For twenty years he had used the cabin as a way to remind himself of the reasons he did the things he did and the person he really was inside. A superhero, a savior of sorts and not the mad killing machine his stepfather and all of the f’in fathers had turned him into.
   
     The cabin was his protection against the ‘kryptonite of doubt and fear’. He would sit on the porch leaning back on a wooden chair, feet on the rail and smoke a cigarette as he had seen so many men do in the movies, Clint Eastwood especially. He’d sit squint his eyed in the sunset and through the burning smoke of the cigarette, watch the still waters of the lake rolling over the umpteen bodies buried in its depths and smile at the fact they were piled one on top the other and his stepfather was the foundation. The platform for the superhero for children he had become.

     Durham turned off the music as he drew nearer the building. From his vantage point he could see the television through the huge pate glass windows and was sickened over the events occurring on the screen. The sight of a child screaming and crying while being raped and the images of the sorry bastards sitting on the couch and chairs laughing and cheering through the windows fueled his intentions to end their life. They deserved a quick and fitting punishment. Adjusting the gloves on his hands and covering the soles of his boots with plastic bags Durham slid out of the truck.

Durham is sick and tired of the child predators having 'fair trials'. What about the children? Where is the fairness to them? Believing rapists should be eliminated on the spot, Durham sets out to even the odds as quick as possible.In this excerpt of the thriller The Fishing Trip we are pulled into the mind of a child avenger.

CHAPTER 1

“My arms are tired, Durham. I’ve been rowing this boat for the past twenty minutes. My fingers are getting blisters! And I have a huge splinter in my palm. Why is it you always make me do the rowing on these trips?”

“Stop whining, Penny. Do you want to do my job? Do you think it’s easy to do what I do? Do you think it doesn’t tire me to crack someone’s neck with my bare hands?”

“I’m sure it does. I don’t know how you do it. Just hearing the sound of a person’s bones breaking makes me shudder and gag. Knowing I am hearing them release their last breath makes me wanna vomit.”

“That’s how I felt at first, but now I just want to get the job over and collect my pay. You can stop rowing we’re almost there. Pull the oars in. Be careful with the poles I don’t want you to hit this fool on the head.”

“What difference would it make? He is dead right?”

“Yeah, but I want no excess marks on the body or blood in the boat. Give me that rope from behind your back so I can tie this tarp around his body.”

“Here it is. Stretch out your hand its right in front of you. Damn it’s dark. I can barely see your hands.”

“You tryin’ to say I’m too black to see in the night?”

“No. I’m just saying it’s too dark out here tonight. We’ve been on the water three times this week and each time you knew exactly where to stop and it has been dark as all hell.”

“Experience pays off. I’m a creature of habit.”

“Sometimes that’s not a good thing, Durham. It could be your downfall.”

“I know. Cover your face there’s going to be a big nasty splash when this sloppy fat bastard hits the water.”

As the water rushed into the air and the odor of rot and death seeped in through her nose and flowed quickly and deeply to the pit of her empty stomach, she gagged. The small indention behind her ears began to burn, bile rose to her throat and she fought hard not to vomit in retaliation.

“Oh hell….” Retching fruitlessly, Penny pulled the neckline of her shirt to cover her mouth and nose. “You weren’t kidding. That….damn….water….stinks.” Her retching sounds causing a pause between each of the four words. “How many bodies have you fed to the fishes?”

“Too many to count and if I tell you….well you know the old saying. Hand me the oars. I’ll row back.”

“Thanks.”

Penny looked around at her surroundings. It was nightmarish dark. No stars, eerie clouds and sliver of moonlight peered through the thick foliage of the trees surrounding the spot where the body had disappeared. It was damned spooky. If any kind of water monster wanted to jump up and grab them, this would be the perfect spot. They would disappear and no one would have any idea where to search for them. She shivered in the cool darkness; they were as much a part of the shadows as death was a part of the waters.

“Where do you think the bodies go, Durham?” She whispered just in case one of those monsters from her childhood nightmares was more than a figment of her imagination. “I’ve never heard of any bodies resurfacing so they must fall pretty deep.”

Durham laughed at the fear showing in the expanse of white in her eyes. Penny held her arms crossed tight across her chest, the rocking of her body having nothing to do with the movement of the water.

“You’re not afraid of the dark are you Penny?”

“Without a doubt I am and I’m not ashamed to say it, either.”

Durham chuckled between the strokes of the oar.

“Well, be close to the shore soon. And don’t worry about the bodies coming up because they fall into a huge cavern and just keep on going. The cavern has a vacuum like suction, things go down and nothing comes up. That’s why I always make you stop rowing at the large cluster of branches jutting out at the curve back there. The current is strong and I don’t want to get sucked in. If there were any stars I would be able to show you where the safety rope was tied. It’s there in case we ever fall into the water. Remind me to bring a flashlight the next time we come out so I can show you. Talk about a scary adventure falling in the lake and catching the ends of the rope at just the right moment. ”

“You get a thrill from danger, don’t you?”

“Yup, I get more of a thrill from getting paid big bucks for dropping sloppy fat bastards in a watery hole.”

“I think the real thrill for you comes from getting rid of perverts. These guys deserve everything they get.”

“You know it. This last one wiggled his way into the life and home of a single mom with three little kids. Poor woman really thought he loved her and all he wanted was to get into her bank account and to rape her children.”

“Sorry bastard.”

“Sorry dead bastard. I hope he rots in hell.”

“You know I think it’s a good thing to get child molesters off the street…hell out of the world, but how are you so sure you’re are getting the right people? What if you make a mistake and take the wrong person on a trip?”

“I don’t worry about it.”

“Wha…?”

“I’m kidding. Duck your head and watch the branches. I do my research every time I get a request for a fishing trip. I check the person and their habits out thoroughly. Almost every one of these guys uses the internet for child pornography. I find what they think are a commonality and build from there. I never take a trip if it seems like the guy is innocent.”

“But who makes the call…uhm request? What if a person is being set up?”

“I do a thorough search on both sides and I've never made a mistake. Why are you asking me these questions, Penny? Are you starting to be afraid of the water?”

“I guess because you use me as bait. We've been on the water three times this week. I’ve had to sit around and let what I know to be fat slimy child raping pigs paw me because they think I am an innocent teenager. I sit in a tiny rowboat, in the cold dark of night as you take them through their make-shift trial, sentence, and executions. Then I have to row a constantly rocking boat in the dark with a dead body at my feet. I’m beginning to get immune to the act of death.”

“I hate to say it, but you will never get truly immune. It will probably become easier to accept the act, but believe me it will stay with you. The last girl to be my bait killed herself.”

“Well, I’m not gonna kill myself. How did you get into this business anyway?”

“Again, if I tell you…”

“You’ll have to kill me, I know. You’re like an old movie sometimes with all of your clichés.”

“Right….whoa …sorry about hitting the deck so hard. Wait a minute before you stand and watch your step as you get out of the water. Every time you get out you fall.” He chuckled. “Think you would have caught on by now.”

“It just takes a while for me to get my land legs back and now that it’s starting to rain I really want to move faster. Do you need me to help you tie the boat or something?”

“No, but you can take my phone from my jacket pocket and tell me what the text is saying. Someone is really trying to get in touch with me. They’ve texted ‘bout four times already.  Take it and move away from the water. I just bought that phone.”

“I’ll just go up the bank to the parking lot. I’ll be in your car.”

“Fine, and remember not to touch anything. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I know, I know.”

#

“Hey wake up. Whatcha doing sitting here with the car door unlocked? Didn’t you hear me tapping on the window? I just decided to try to open it and you almost fell into my lap.”

“No, I didn’t hear anything. I left the door unlocked for you. I thought you would be right here.”

“Sorry it took so long. I had to make sure nothing was left in or on the boat.”

“You weren’t that long. I’m just tired.”

“I know what you mean. So, what did the text say?”

“Someone wants to set up a fishing trip.”

“Are you in?”

“You’re doing a good thing, Durham. A real good thing and I’m proud of you. Too many of them perverted bastards out there hurting kids. Yeah, I’m in.”

“Great. I’ll drop you off at your car and then call the reservationist and find out the particulars. As soon as I know what’s what I’ll give you a call and see how to set things up.”

“How soon do you think it will be?”

“Not too soon. These things sometimes take a while. Some of the perves are really smart. They don’t all work alone, you know. What would really make me feel like I’m doing something is to get a large group of the filthy bastards and blow them the hell up.”

“It’s a noble but probably unattainable goal.”

“Ya, never know. Okay, we’re here. You can get out. Don’t forget. I’ll call you so don’t try calling me. It might be a few days so don’t get antsy and call me, especially not on this cell number.”

“Don’t worry I remember the drill. I go on with my life as usual and when its time, you’ll make arrangements and invite me on a fishing trip.”

“You got it. Shut the door it’s raining on my seats. Talk to you later.”

He drove off as soon as the metal of the door connected with the metal of the car’s frame.

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