Writers and Ideas
Writers are often asked where they get their ideas.
Here were some of my thoughts in creating Deviltry Afoot.
I though how do avoid a cliché scenario in regard to where the perpetrator comes in contact with his potential victims? I did not want to do the woman in high heels walking down a dark alley bit.
Then I thought of an experience that I did not feel was unique to myself only. That is, climbing in a taxi with a male driver especially at night. We are taught by are mothers to never get in a car with a stranger. I have often felt uncomfortable in this situation.
I also knew I wanted to incorporate little complete ghost tales that the townspeople recalled experiencing or had heard about. To incorporate these into the main storyline I had them recall these as they tried to suspend disbelief at the supernatural forces creeping about their town.
In Deviltry Afoot it shows the power of a mothers love as Tina plays investigator in seeking justice for her daughters death. This sends her deep into the paranormal.
Donald created his first act of violence as a child and now he is in spirit and his horrendous nature has blossomed spreading heartache.
It is a fact that a story sometimes seems to write itself as you get into creating it.
I do much in longhand first. Then when I begin to keyboard it in I find I need another character or explanation about something added. The original concept seems to blossom out into so much more.
Where writers get there ideas is ultimately simply through there imagination, interest and observations.
For instance I have always loved to hear and read “true ghost” stories since as child my father would often relate such tales to me. I in turn would ask others I came in contact about the subject and it seemed everyone had a story to tell.
I watch Ghost Hunters and all those shows on TV too. I wouldn’t want to see a ghost in real life, no way. Keep ghost it in the imaginary realm for me please.
In my story Tina forges on through terrifying happenings. Don’t you get weary of woman in movies who when confronted with danger head upstairs leaving them no escape route.
Deviltry Afoot is full of chills and is a scary read you might want to tackle while others are about the premise.
Title: Deviltry Afoot
Author: Carol Pritt
Paperback: 206 pp.
Publisher: Infinity Publishing
Language: English
Paperback: 206 pp.
Publisher: Infinity Publishing
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0741483769
ISBN-13: 978-0741483768
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A mother’s love is a powerful force of nature.
Tina’s daughter is savagely murdered. Tina comes to know the police won’t be able to solve the crime because the answers are to be found in the supernatural realm and sets out determined to find answers herself.
Donald chose evil when he was a living being. Brought back to spirit he continues spreading terror.
As Tina explores, others come to know that something outside the norm is at work in Pendale.
Will the power of love bring light overcoming the spreading darkness?
Will Becky be able to rest in peace?
Excerpt:
Deep into an uneasy dream Tina’s face was twisted in consternation.
Dan had not stayed over this evening. She’d told him she needed time to gather strength and come to grips with what lay ahead.
He’d looked hurt. She knew he could not understand her need to be alone at such a time.
He offered to sit up with her all night.
She told him she was wrung out; she would be able to sleep a bit.
She longed to fall into unconsciousness and to block all thought.
Her bedroom felt airless.
The little clock on her nightstand seemed to have a very loud tick tonight. The dials revealed it to be 1:00 pm.
Still asleep Tina shifted her weight to lie on her back.
Her heavy cotton nightgown became bunched up under the small of her back.
Suddenly she brought up her hands folding them over her chest in the position that the dead are laid out.
Suddenly she brought up her hands folding them over her chest in the position that the dead are laid out.
Beads of sweat broke out on her face, although the temperature in her room was a cool sixty-four degrees.
She was carrying groceries to her car in a dark parking lot.
Behind her there was a small convenience store. It was lit up. The buildings light stopped at the front of the building.
Tina tossed her bag of groceries into the passenger side of the seat. Just as she lifted her leg to get in behind the wheel she thought of her mother. She’d yell up a storm if she could see her now. As a teen Tina was lectured countless times about getting into a car alone. First check out the back seat to make sure no one was lurking there, she could still her mom stress.
Tina sat her leg back down on the pavement. She opened the back door. All clear.
She slid into the front seat closing her door and rolling down her window most of the way.
Glancing out her open window she began to shake all over.
Two hands with long tapered fingers suddenly grasp the window!
As if in slow motion a hooded figure raised itself!
Her door was flung open wide.
It pushed her backward sending her sprawling across the seat.
She was immobile from fear.
The thing lowered itself to her feet.
It covered her with its form inch by inch.
Its dark cloak was spread wide to enfold her completely.
Her heart thumped so hard she felt ready to pass out praying she would.
It was up to her head now.
It was up to her head now.
Tina was so cold it was as if she were entombed within a block of ice
The smell of decay surrounding her was so rank she could not catch a good breath.
The hood slipped back a bit. She could not decipher its features clearly. She could only make out black pinpoint eyes.
Drool oozed from its mouth. A great gob of spittle plunked down on her forehead.
She let out a scream.
She thought she’d cried out, and awoken.
It was actually only phase two.
Still dreaming she thanked the Lord that it was only a nightmare.
Lights flickered from the traffic through her drapes.
Something in the room didn’t feel right.
The sheet was shifting downward of its own accord.
Two hands grasp the foot of the bed as a cloaked figure crawled up and over her!
She surrendered herself up to it.
She was entirely passive until sirens from a passing rescue unit brought her to an actual waking state ending her ordeal.
Rest would elude her the remainder of the night. She sighed and got up from the bed.
First light would signal the start of her greatest trial.
She must commend her only offspring to eternal rest.
About the Author:
Carol Pritt lives in the northeast Ohio. She has a large family and enjoys reading, writing, spending time her family and pet.
She has a Associate Degree in Pre-Professional Journalism and a Associates Degree in Liberal Arts from Lorain CountyCommunity College.
Deviltry Afoot is her first book.
You can visit Carol Pritt’s website at deviltryafoot.com
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