“Okay, so far confirmed we have Thomas, Violet, Jill, Will, Camille, Adam, Alex, Angela, and Shane, while Sasha, Britney, and Amber are all maybes,” Alice surmised, running down the small list jotted on the yellow legal pad in her hand.
Alright guys, I won’t mince words or do a long opener before getting to the meat of this announcement, because it is big, possibly the biggest I’ve ever done.
The site is moving. As of February 17, 2014, drewhayes.digitalnovelists.com will no longer host new content or updates, it will only be a redirect page. The new site, www.drewhayesnovels.com, is already live, and will henceforth be the home of all my writings and books.
So, let’s hit this in order of most likely questions
Why the move?
Every now and then, I get asked is for general advice about writing. Not how to set up sentence structure or how to spot typos (obviously), but just how to be a better writer overall. Anyone who read my last post on writing here knows that if I could say one thing it would be this: Write. Write all the damn time. Improve by doing, that’s the most honest advice anyone can give you about anything.
“Vince, can we talk?”
Vince was surprised to see Thomas waiting for him, the caramel-skinned fellow student patiently positioned outside of the gym. Despite his claims that he held no ill-will toward Vince from their earlier encounters, the two hadn’t spoken as much during the semester’s first weeks. It could have been time constraints, with training and a new job Vince certainly had less available, but something told him there was more to it.
“Sure,” Vince said.
Mr. Transport had the fork, laden with pasta and sauce, halfway to his mouth when his phone rang. This was not the ringtone he used for his general calls, nor the flippant one he’d assigned Mr. Numbers, nor even the festive one he had rigged to ring when Sally Daniels called him. This was a ringtone associated with a single number, a line only used in very certain circumstances. His fork clattered to the plate as Mr. Transport grabbed his phone from his pocket and put it to his ear.
“Transport,” he said quickly.