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This is number thirty-nine in the blog series, “My Life in Erotica.”

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I FINISHED THE BOOK. I know I finished because I wrote “The End.” That’s how you know when a book is finished.

So why do I keep staring at my computer screen, looking at the last page of my manuscript, and sighing?

In the past twenty years, I have published 69 books by Devon Layne or Nathan Everett. Slightly over three a year. I’ve written others that haven’t made it to publication yet. And nearly every time I finish writing, I have the same feeling that many of my readers have when they finish reading a book. I don’t want it to be over.

I’ve been talking to other NaNoWriMo authors at the end of November and most have similar feelings. But we also want to celebrate!

“I’m planning to go get a celebratory coffee and jump right into my next thing.”
“I’m planning to go get a fancy pastry and do some reading (of someone else’s work lol)”
“I made myself a brie and prosciutto grilled cheese to celebrate.”
“Now I can focus on recovery and physical therapy.”
“I’m ordering Father’s barbecue ribs from Grub Hub.”

As you can see, we all have our own idea about how to ‘celebrate’ the end of NaNoWriMo. But it isn’t always a celebration.

The worst ending to a NaNoWriMo I ever experienced was when I finished writing Nathan Everett’s For Money or Mayhem in 2011. It was a tough ending for the book and I wept over the fate of my characters. I was hoarse from screaming out with my hero, unable to undo what had happened.

To top it off, the night I finished the first draft, I was ‘helped along’ to the sudden stark realization that my marriage was ending. I was plunged into despair. I’d been laid off for almost three years and had no new job prospects. I was 62 years old and certainly had no new romance prospects. I was reaching the end of my resources. I had no idea how to celebrate “Thank Goodness It’s Over.” For me, it had just begun.

I decided I needed to write something that had a happy ending.

What has a happier ending than a romance? An erotic romance is sure to have a happier ending, and likely a happy middle, too.

And, as I said in a post nine months ago, that began my career as an author of erotica—a move that drew me out of my self-induced depression and anger, and which has since proven to be very profitable as well.

Those first few months of writing erotica, though, were also months of intense introspection. I had three mainstream books in the market and had several clients for my fledgling publishing business. But what did I really want out of my writing?

For years, I’d bought into the author mystique. Success was a New York Times best seller. It included landing an agent and a publisher with a three-figure advance on my next two books. But being a publisher of other people’s books led me to research market realities. That year—in 2011—ninety percent of the new books sold in the US were by one author, writing under a dozen different names. It wasn’t JK Rowling, Dan Brown, or Steven King. I knew best-selling authors who had nothing but contempt for this one author, who had a stable of writers who took his concepts and outlines, wrote his drafts, and handed them back for review.

I’d read other best-selling authors who had obviously developed one formulaic outline and wrote the same book with different characters over and over again. And the more I thought about it, the less I liked the idea. I wanted to write a variety of different kinds of stories in many different genres.

What’s more, I realized that my heart wasn’t in the idea of writing for money. That might sound silly—especially considering that I sell books—but understand where I was coming from. For years, I’d worked in various aspects of the writing and publishing industry, writing non-fiction and technical material. I was writing for money. I didn’t love writing training manuals, even about layout and publishing software. I let my obsessive nature propel me through creating patents on layout and typography technology when what I wanted to be doing was writing, designing, and publishing fiction.

And if I was going to publish books for other authors, why not put my own out as well?
Publishing was no problem for me. I already had a company set up to design and produce books. But that still left me asking what my goal was as an author of erotica. I set up my goals:
1. Get readers to read what I’ve written.
2. Engage with readers and get feedback.
3. Write lots of different kinds of things.

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So, how do I celebrate the end of NaNoWriMo 2023? My 2023 novel has not left me devastated or depressed. Readers will probably be happy about that, too. But writing a story with a really happy ending is very much in mind. And I have a few of those stories ready to be finished.

I’m in the mood to have a little magic in my life. I think my editors will like the change of pace a bit, too. The first series of stories I began back in the late 1970s was “The Props Master” series. But before I finished it, I became wrapped up earning a living and writing non-fiction. So, I think it is time to complete “The Props Master” book four, Child of Earth.

["YES! - editor Pixel the Cat]

The entire first three volumes of “The Props Master” were focused on ‘the real world’ in which some mystical things seemed to happen. Those who believed saw the magic. Those who didn’t merely saw coincidence. In Child of Earth, it will be far more difficult to ignore the supernatural occurrences as anything other than supernatural. That will be how I celebrate NaNoWriMo 2023 TGIO. I’ll start writing it this week.

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I’m aware that my blog about My Life in Erotica has not had much to do with erotica the past two months, but has rather been generally about writing. Well, writing good erotica requires the same disciplines that any good writing does. But next week, I’ll get back to looking at erotica more specifically with “Profit and Non-Profit.”

This is number thirty-eight in the blog series, “My Life in Erotica.” I encourage you to join my Patreon community so I can afford to keep writing.

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I USED TO HAVE an old horse who would plod along on a trail ride, scarcely picking up her feet—much like I feel when someone asks me to go for a walk. I could urge her into a trot, but we were not going to go any faster than the walk anyway.

Until we turned for home.

Suddenly, Peanuts was a frisky filly who could gallop all the way to the barn and not breathe deeply. She could smell the hay and oats and loved getting brushed down in her stall. She couldn’t get back to the barn quickly enough!

That’s a lot like getting to the point in my novel where I can see the finish. Everything gets focused on typing “The End.”

Sometimes to the detriment of the story.

When I wrote “The End” to Heaven’s Gate, the ninth and final book of the “Living Next Door to Heaven” series, it was with a great deal of relief and 1.5 million words in the saga. It took twenty-two months to write the series.

Before she drifted off to sleep, she reached up to wipe a tear from Heaven’s eye.
I wiped my own.

And when I looked at those last words, I thought “Oh, no. I can’t just end it there.” It seemed like I had run to the barn. Heaven’s Gate and the entire Living Next Door to Heaven series are available on Bookapy.

I did something that I seldom do—in fact it might be the first and only time since I was a freshman in high school and my English teacher marked me down an entire letter grade on a short story for it. I wrote an epilogue. I set it twenty years after the last chapter and talked about all the developments in the Casa del Fuego and the Clan of the Heart. Who was born, who died, who got married. Then, I felt I’d truly completed the story.

“There’s just one question I have,” Doug said as we sat at the campfire. “You and I both have daughters about the same age. If they had come up to us in high school and said, ‘Dad, I’m spending the night at my boyfriend’s house with his other ten girlfriends,’ we’d have said, ‘Like hell you are!’ And we’d have enforced it by sitting at the door with a shotgun if we had to. What I want to know is what were those parents thinking?”

Oh, crap! I wasn’t done writing yet. But it couldn’t simply be a continuation of the story. It needed to be something that showed what the parents were thinking that allowed their children to create the clan and multiple relationships they had. I needed to write another whole book!

And I did. What Were They Thinking? had a very satisfactory conclusion that truly brought the whole story to an end.

With The Staircase of Dragon Jerico, I decided nearly two months before NaNoWriMo started that this would be a one-off book. I have no plans for a sequel, prequel, or series. So, I need to end the book with a firm finality. I can’t just rush to the barn.

I’ve chosen the ‘bookend method’ for this. I wrote a first scene that was detached from the story and centered around an inanimate object that had endured for two hundred years—the staircase. To bookend this, I plan a chapter that returns to the staircase. Here’s my initial outline.

Chapter 16: A Family United. The bookend chapter reveals that just as Preston is descended from Isolde Jerico and Joseph Carver, Erin is descended from Isolde and Drake Jerico, but, of course, no one knows that.
1. Preston and Erin have issues to work out, but the wedding is agreed upon.
2. Shannon and Royce reach a new agreement and decide to try living faithfully with each other for a while.
3. The wedding takes place on the Dragon Staircase and Preston and Erin move into the ancestral home. There is no question about who the parents of the next generation will be.
4. The final narration reveals the history of the two families, how Drake and Drake Jr. drove Arlen Jerico away and that even though he was nearly penniless, he survived and prospered as a carpenter “back East.” Erin Jericho Scott was among his descendants and thus the two sides of the family were re-united through fifth or sixth cousins. Which none of them knew.

During the course of writing the story this month, I’ve made notes of other loose ends that need to be tied up in this chapter. This chapter will be just as long as the other chapters in the book and I will be sure all the major questions in the book are answered. By using an impartial narrator I’m not tied into anyone’s POV to record what happened. Most importantly, I don’t need to rush to the end. I can spend as much time as I want on the wedding, for example.

Ending a story on a satisfactory note is always a tricky prospect. I saw a meme recently that asked “Why can musicians just fade out at the end of a song instead of ending it? Novelists should be able to just print in smaller and smaller type as they repeat the last five words they wrote.”

Sadly, it doesn’t work that way.

The last words of the story need to be as well thought-out as the first words. There needs to be a sense of catharsis, fulfillment, and satisfaction when the reader closes the cover.

Though it has often been suggested that I look in on the family of Tony Ames of “Model Student” again, I felt like the end of The Prodigal was a perfect note to conclude the series on:

As I drifted between waking and sleep, surrounded by so much love, my only coherent thought was, “I need a bigger chair.”

Are there more things that could be written about the characters and their lives? Well, they are interesting characters, so yes, probably so. However, I project that any additional story about them will be as ancillary characters to someone else’s story. This story is finished.

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And so is The Staircase of Dragon Jerico. Or at least it will be this week. There is always a sense of joy, accomplishment, and let-down when I reach the end of NaNoWriMo. Next week: “TGIO.”

This is number thirty-seven in the blog series, “My Life in Erotica.” I encourage you to join my Patreon community so I can afford to keep writing.

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AS YOU KNOW BY NOW, I write my blog posts weeks in advance so my editor can have a crack at telling me how I need to improve them. So, this post was originally penned in mid-October for release on the third Sunday of November.

How could I possibly know, a month in advance, my NaNoWriMo novel would be garbage and I’d regret committing to it?

It happens every year on every project I start.

I spent twenty years researching and planning the Nathan Everett book, The Gutenberg Rubric. I decided this book would be carefully constructed. I would write slowly and meticulously. For a symbolic start, I wrote the first words on January 1, 2009. By August 10th, I had just 42,000 words.

And I hated them all!

I was despondent. This was the book I had been planning for twenty years. Why was it so terrible?
Well, I’ve told the story of my brilliant editor, Jason Black, reading and commenting on the work, giving me direction over the things I couldn’t see. I put the manuscript away for three months and began again on November 1, 2009. Yes, from scratch. I wrote the first words on a blank page.

The book won awards and sold several hundred copies. Not a “best seller” by NYT standards, but certainly my best seller.

Chris Batey, founder of NaNoWriMo, described the point where an author hates it all as ‘the wall.’ In the compressed timeframe of November, it comes crashing in all at once—usually in the third week. I’ve dedicated hours and hours of writing time in the first three weeks of the month, posting rough drafts for my Sausage Grinder patrons to read and comment on. As my fingers drag across the keyboard, I think, “Why did I ever commit to this piece of garbage?”

I have written pieces during NaNoWriMo that never got finished. I hit the 50,000-word goal, but I never finished writing the story. For example, in 2020, I started a story called “It Ain’t Immortality, But…” The premise was that a man with a heart condition nearly dies and is told he is terminally ill. He is recruited by a doctor to participate in an experimental restoration treatment that will return him to the health he would normally enjoy as a thirty-year-old man in the prime of his vigor.

This sounds a little like a do-over, but isn’t. He still has the age he is recruited at. The treatment doesn’t color his gray hair or clear the wrinkles, though some of that is done simply because he becomes fitter and stronger. The problem is that when he gets out of treatment and has this new lease on life, I needed to do something with him. He needed a life, and that was what I wasn’t prepared for. If he goes back to his former sedentary lifestyle, he will age again, even more rapidly. Young women aren’t particularly interested in him because he is neither young nor wealthy. What do I do with him?

When I wrote Nathan Everett’s A Place at the Table, I envisioned a trilogy. The second volume would be A Place Among Peers, and I began writing it in January of 2021. At 80,000 words, I realized I had written myself into a corner. I have not returned to the manuscript since July of 2021. I think, however, that I will. I believe the story is worth telling, and that it will be among the next stories that I start to write again from a blank page. A Place at the Table is now available on Bookapy.

What does all that mean for The Staircase of Dragon Jerico?

Well, I am not abandoning the story. Like a marathon runner, I’m pushing through the wall. And I have some techniques that will help me continue, though they might not improve the quality of the story. Since I am writing this blog post five weeks before I hit the wall, I can’t be specific about what precise impediment the wall represents. I’ll have to unpack my tools and trust that I can pick the right one for the situation.

1. Radical readjustment. This is one of the beauties of having a plan. Let us assume that the story has somehow deviated from said plan and the problem is that I can’t find a path back to it. In a radical readjustment, I will simply stop the story where it is, look at where it should be in the plan, and start again from that point, regardless of what has gone before. This is one of the reasons books need to be edited after they are written. After the draft is finished, I’ll need to rewrite so the initial track leads to the second track.

2. Skip-to-my-Lou. Closely related to the Radical Readjustment, this one comes into play when I don’t know how to make the transition from where I am to where I want to be next. The answer is to simply skip to where I want to be and keep going. Later, I can come back to work on the transition. It’s less complicated than going back to rework half the story.

3. Prompt. Sometimes the problem is simply that I’m blocked by some issue or problem that has arisen for the characters. Writing prompts, of which there are thousands, are typically random thoughts or situations into which your character is suddenly thrust and you need to write about. For example: “Write a scene from the perspective of your story’s antagonist.” This forces a change in viewpoint and opinion. “Make your antagonist a hero for just one scene.” This prompt would force me to think of something good about the bad guy. It helps to round out a character.

4. Music. Identify what kind of music is playing in the MC’s head at this point in the story. Listen to it. What kind of mood does it put the MC in? How does it influence what the MC does next?

5. Interrupt. This is a generalization of the classic “A man with a gun enters the room.” What does that have to do with what is going on in your story? Nothing. It’s simply an interruption your characters must deal with before they can continue. Another classic is “The phone rang.” Or, “The baby cried.” The important thing here is that something interrupts the flow of action you are stuck in and you can pick it up again as soon as you handle the interruption.

6. Enter a word sprint. One of the great things about NaNoWriMo is the community. At nearly any time of day or night, I can contact a writing buddy and enter a word sprint. We’ll talk for a few minutes, then set a timer for fifteen minutes and see which of us can write the most words in that period of time. Then we’ll talk about whether any of them are leading to a breakthrough, then we’ll sprint again. The objective here is to disconnect the critical reader in our heads and let the free writer loose. Once again, I can fix a problem later. I can’t fix a blank page.

So, I have an arsenal of techniques that will help me break through the feeling that the story is hopeless and I should quit writing forever.

Just so you know, I’m not quitting.

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Well, the US Thanksgiving Holiday is coming this week. I’ve made a reservation at a local restaurant for my ‘traditional’ prime rib dinner. Thanksgiving’s also a time traditionally reserved for catching up on NaNoWriMo for those who are behind. Then we have the ever-popular “Sprint to the Finish.” Next week.

This is number thirty-six in the blog series, “My Life in Erotica.” I encourage you to join my Patreon community so I can afford to keep writing.

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I WRITE MY BLOG POSTS a few weeks in advance, so by the time you read this post about the outline development, I’ve undoubtedly already departed from it in significant ways in actually writing the story. I was told once years ago that if I didn’t understand the rules and went around blithely breaking them, I was an idiot. If, however, I knew and understood the rules but broke them anyway, I was an artist.

I feel the same way about the outline. The more detailed and comprehensive my outline is, the easier it is to see where I should depart from it. The real benefit of having this outline, then, is knowing where the mileposts are and when I have passed one on this long journey. The destination remains the same. I just do a little sightseeing along the way.

Thinking of it as a journey is a good way to look at it. When I wrote Aroslav’s three-volume set “Wonders of My World,” including American Backroads, I had an actual journey to record. I drove my truck and travel trailer around the country, staying off interstate highways and generally feeling my way along. I used that map as a journey to hang my imagined adventures on. American Backroads is available on Bookapy.

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With The Staircase of Dragon Jerico, I have a little less leeway regarding how far off the main route I can wander. So, the developmental outline looks very different than the top level outline I disclosed just two weeks ago.

Act I
Chapter 1: Who Was the Artist? The story of the staircase in the Jerico household, and who slept with the lady of the house.
1. Everyone stops and stares at the staircase.
2. Legends abound regarding how Drake Jerico imagined he was descended from a mighty Celtic dragon.
3. A hundred years ago, Levi Jerico discovered a burglar in his home and shot him on the stairs.
4. A third world queen visited Jerico City and had her portrait painted on the stairs.
5. Thirty-five years ago, Jacqueline Jerico married Raymond Carver on the stairs.
6. 200 years ago, Isolde LeClerc was seduced on the stairs by Joseph Carver just days after she arrived at the house.
7. The line of descendants of the Jerico household are actually descended from Joseph Carver and Isolde LeClerc Jerico, not from Drake Jerico. Now they bear his name.
Chapter 2: An Unhappy Marriage. Happily-ever-after falls apart for Erin and Bruce Silver when Bruce has an affair.
1. Erin and Bruce have arrived in Jerico city and are excited to be house-hunting while Bruce starts his new job as an architectural draftsman at JeriCorp.
2. Finding the perfect place to raise a family.
3. Bruce meeting Shannon Duval and flirting.
4. A holiday meeting sends Bruce and Shannon to bed.
5. Royce Duval, president of JeriCorp, discovers them and immediately fires Bruce.
6. Trying to explain himself, Bruce quickly gives up on his marriage and deserts Erin. She files for divorce.
Chapter 3: The Other Woman. Shannon Duval regrets destroying Bruce’s marriage, even though her own husband, the president of the company, is stepping out on her.
1. Shannon and Royce argue and she points out his history of affairs.
2. He insists that the rule has always been ‘Not with anyone in the company.’
3. Shannon vows to get back at Royce for firing Bruce.
4. Shannon begins prowling for the best person with whom to get revenge and arrives at Preston Carver, the Chairman of the Board.
Chapter 4: The Top of the Pyramid. Preston Carver goes to his weekly dinner with mother at Jerico House.
1. Jacqueline resumes what is obviously an ongoing diatribe about getting Preston married.
2. Preston protests that he likes his life as a bachelor and all women want is his money.
3. Jacqueline presents an argument on the benefits of marrying a gold digger, as long as she understands the rules.
4. Jacqueline suggests a woman Preston should go out with and then insists she will arrange things.
Chapter 5: Survival of the Fittest. Erin determines to put her life together even if it means taking the lowliest jobs to get her through.
1. With Bruce abandoning her, Erin loses the house to the bank and has to file bankruptcy.
2. Erin moves into a rooming house and takes a job as a waitress in the local diner.
3. A nice and very quiet guy comes in every Thursday for lunch. She likes him.
4. Erin gets a response to her job applications and gets her hair done for an interview at JeriCorp.

Act II
Chapter 6: Creative Genius. Preston Carver, Chairman of JeriCorp, has another great idea for his company, but Royce Duval, the CEO, will get the credit, of course.
1. Preston puts together a proposal for a new development village, obsessed with the planning and drafting. He stays locked in his office/apartment for weeks.
2. Preston yells at his assistant who breaks down crying and quits.
3. Jacqueline insists Preston go out on a blind date with a woman she has selected, and “try things out.”
4. Preston’s date is disastrous and he returns to his office/apartment to get ready to explain the new development to Royce.
5. Preston yells for his assistant and when he gets no response, he calls HR and finds out she really did quit, but they are interviewing for a new assistant. He tells them what was wrong with the last one.
Chapter 7: A Step Up. Banking on her education, Erin takes a job as Assistant to the Chairman and is told that if she can last there six months, she’ll be moved to a position in marketing for the company.
1. Erin practices her interview techniques that have been unused for a couple of years.
2. She waits on the nice guy again and he wishes her luck on her interview.
3. She talks to HR at JeriCorp and is told the list of rules and duties she will need to fulfill the position. HR says he is “special.” Erin decides, “So, I’ll still be a waitress, but a better paid one.”
4. Erin accepts the position with the promise that if she can last six months, HR will find her another position in the company.
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The Save the Cat structure has three acts. As you can see from what what I’ve written here, there are more chapters already than what had been in the high-level outline. I’m sure that as I write it, there will be even more. But you can see, at this point, everything looks like it is working out just fine. Erin and Preston have established a relationship through the diner and now, unknown to both of them, she is about to become his personal assistant. Everything is set to fall apart in both of their lives!

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In reality, as of today, I’ve written 10 chapters and I’m just a bit past this point in the outline. And here we are, only two weeks and 30,000 words into NaNoWriMo! Next week, “Why did I ever commit to this piece of garbage?”

This is number thirty-five in the blog series, “My Life in Erotica.” I encourage you to join my Patreon community so I can afford to keep writing.

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HOW WELL DO I KNOW my characters? The answer to that question is inevitably “Not well enough!” I'm always learning something new. Back in 2006, I wrote Nathan Everett’s For Blood or Money during November’s NaNoWriMo. I set up some extra criteria for my challenge that year.

1. The action in the story would take place on the thirty days of November.
2. It would be a first person noir cyber mystery.
3. The two principal characters would be computer forensics detective Dag Hamar and his assistant Deb Riley.
4. In December, I would continue the story with what happened next from Deb’s perspective on the thirty-one days of December.

I felt I got Dag’s voice down pretty well by writing two short stories that would occur a while before the events of For Blood or Money. But continuing the story from the perspective of Deb Riley, a 27-year-old female, was going to be a challenge.

So, I began a blog, specifically stating that a 58-year-old man was writing this blog, not a young woman, and that I was trying to develop the voice of the character for an upcoming novel. I asked members of the blog site (Live Journal) to please respond to what I wrote and make suggestions regarding what I should change.

Surprisingly, I got a number of young women who decided to ‘help me out.’ They started responding to “Deb” as if she was a real person, making suggestions to her. I continued writing through November, not only writing Dag’s narrative, but in a separate blog writing the story from his assistant’s perspective through the entire month.

When I was ready to start writing Municipal Blondes on December 1, the words flowed naturally in the blog I’d created for her. In fact, I had done so well at capturing the young woman’s voice that in late December, when I took a little break for the holiday, one of the young women who had become a fan wrote:

Deb! We haven’t heard from you since you got in the car with that Ray, fellow. Please let us know you’re okay! I’m worried about you.

That was when I knew I’d not only captured the voice, but the character had captured friends. Municipal Blondes is now available on Bookapy.

So, now I have a whole new cast of characters to deal with. I don’t have time to create a long journal for each of them. So, the best I can do is write about each character and get some of their history in place.

1. Preston Jerico Carver. Age, 32. Brilliant creative genius behind JeriCorp Architecture and Development. A gawky 6’2”. Brown hair, brown eyes. Stutters when he speaks and freezes up in public. Demanding and defensive in his office where he seems able to speak freely. Lonely and a bit angry about it.

Preston has repeatedly refused to ‘move back home’ with Jacqueline, his mother, in the mansion. Still, he visits every Sunday and listens to her berate him for being single. She suggests he move back home and he refuses to ‘be the 30-year-old bachelor living with his mother.’ She suggests again that he get married. Preston likes the idea of getting married, but believes women who would want him are only interested in his money.

2. Erin Jerico Scott Silvers. Age, 29. Smart and creative, almost doomed to a dull life as a housewife and mother until her husband cheats on her and she divorces him, swearing to put her life back together. Shapely 5’8”, a little thin after the divorce and living off her tips. Blue eyes and blonde hair. Quick to comprehend what is going on in the office, but still is almost trapped by it. Starting as a waitress, she is then employed by JeriCorp to be Preston’s secretary.

Erin thought she would become a marketing executive after college, and was working her way up in a large ad agency. But she met Bruce and fell in love, deciding a family would be more her style and that she could go to work when the children were in school. She is normally bright and outgoing, which makes her a natural waitress.

When Erin and Preston meet in the diner, she is still Erin Silvers. After her divorce, she returns to her maiden name of Scott. When she goes to work for Preston, she is simply Miss Scott and her first name is never referred to.

3. Royce Duval. Handsome and charismatic president of JeriCorp. Age, 45. 6’0”, dark blonde. Mustache. He worked for JeriCorp long before Preston took over as Chairman. In fact, he was discovered and groomed for the position by Preston’s grandfather, the previous chairman. Grandfather realized Preston would need someone out front who was a dynamic leader.

4. Shannon Duval. 30-year-old trophy wife of Royce. Managed to entrap him when she was only 25 and neither has been particularly loyal to the other. She is blonde, blue-eyed, big busted. 5’3” tall. She is employed by JeriCorp as a financial manager. In that position she can see much of the company and often stops to talk to people in all departments. She is an opportunist and applies financial leveraging theory to her personal relationships.

5. Jacqueline Jerico Carver. Preston’s mother. She lives in House Jerico and is divorced from Lyle Carver who was substantially below her social status. He got a nice separation package due to the pre-nup and gladly left Jerico City after the divorce. He’s not been heard from since. Jacqueline is 51 years old, brunette, and brown eyes. She is active in all manner of civic organizations, including sitting on the boards for several arts organizations.

6. Lawrence Jerico. Preston’s grandfather and mentor. Also, his father figure. He led the company for thirty years before turning the reins over to Preston, but is still active behind the scenes. 75 years old, gray hair, brown eyes, firm and fit. He has been important in Preston’s life, and owns the controlling interest in JeriCorp Architecture and Development. Has quietly been buying up the property for Preston’s resort development.

7. Bruce Silvers. Ex-husband of Erin. An architectural engineer who was hired into a good position on a fast track at JeriCorp. 29 years old, 5’10”, sandy hair and blue eyes. Simply never learned to keep it zipped and fell right into Shannon’s schemes. That cost him his job and his marriage. He abandoned all rights and left town.

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Sometimes I have resorted to a spreadsheet listing all my characters and their traits, but I often write stories with a hundred or more characters. By comparison, this one will be focused on just these seven characters. I felt the paragraph or two describing each would be adequate as I started writing. Next week, I’ll discuss “The Deep Outline.”

Enjoy!
author Devon Layne, aka Nathan Everett