Thursday Chatter | March 26

Good morning, Flamefolk!

Our topic this week is nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat, suspenseful thrill writing in the form of “The Devil I Have Not Met”. (I probably blew up the comma rules on that sentence. Forgive?)

I absolutely love a good thriller. Though I prefer psychological thrillers to the gore and mayhem kind – Elizabeth George is a good writer for that. One of my favorite books of hers is in the Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley series and is called “In Pursuit of the Proper Sinner”.

I enjoy that moment when you get to the last line of a chapter and you slowly turn the page wondering through all of the possible outcomes – those Sherlock brain cells firing off theories mere nanoseconds before you find out What Happened. It’s almost as much fun as the ratcheting haul up the roller coaster just before gravity swoops you down the other side.

Have you read any good thrillers lately? Share please?


Be sure to join in the writing fun for this week’s topic.

Congrats to cedar and bluegerl on making it to week four. Don’t forget that JFF entries are still welcome – if the devil gives you a reason to write.


About t.s.wright

Writer, reader, casual photographer, nature-lover, dog mom. I grew up in a tree, inside a book, whispering possible futures into discarded seed pods that curled up and exploded each summer. One day, they cut down my tree and I was forced to go to school while waiting for the replacement trees to grow strong enough to hold me. But while we waited, I grew too heavy and awkward to climb, so I had to get a job. I spent my days surrounded by flimsy walls covered in carpet that made boxes and people who forgot to look out windows. I worked really hard. Possibilities were replaced with formulas and exactitude. Eventually I forgot how to climb a tree...and how to smile. Then one day, a dog licked my foot excessively and I remembered smiling. That reminded me of more things that didn't cost money and couldn't be tallied in a spreadsheet - like hugs and love and being happy. So I found myself a Steve who reminded me what home was. Then we filled it and our hearts with dogs. Eventually we planted our own tree, together. Even though I'm happy right here, right now, I remembered that we all need possibilities to dream of, so I've started writing them down.
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One Response to Thursday Chatter | March 26

  1. Unfortunately, I haven’t read anything at all in over a month! It’s time to go to the library 🙂


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