Tonight, 9 ET—"Suspicious." Show a character being doubtful. #LineByLineTime More --> graestonewriter.com/line-by-… @Elderac @SilverAbby84 @ernie_fink @Amaris_Faith @merelecroix @MackenzieLitt13 @ReneeGendron @ANelsonLMPotter @Great3rdGrade

Sweet dreams to all. May you wake refreshed. For our going-out song, we have Suspicion. I grew up with 50s songs and never heard this in the entire course of my life. youtube.com/watch?v=TUe7dMi2… #Linebylinetime

For Wednesday, June 17th, 9 PM Eastern: "Fashionable." Show a character being stylish. More—> graestonewriter.com/line-by-… #Linebylinetime #WritingCommunity #minicritique #querying #amwriting #indiewriter #amrevising

Thanks, Mark. Sid, a character I didn't plan, walked into the book and turned into a powerful player in the whole scheme of things. #LineByLineTime

I am very pleased with the quality of writing, story, and characters. Good stuff, Friends, good stuff. #LineByLineTime

Yesterday I had 7 email messages telling me my email messages were being held for one reason or another. #LineByLineTime

#LineByLineTime, Let's talk about what we just read. Tell us what you liked.

Yes. And Will has good reason to be very nervous. He's skating on thin ice. #LineByLineTime

Yes. The Supreme Navarch made him the executioner, but even that was a trick. #LineByLineTime

Yes, Will is not skilled in deception. Sigh. He may be styled after me. #LineByLineTime

G, how clever. A lifeboat on an airship. I did a trilogy with airships, and never did I consider a lifeboat. (Little 2 man attack ships, but no lifeboat.) Then you have her imagine another trapeze act. Nice. You do storm very well. #LineByLineTime

Lee, very interesting slice of life here. Your vivid descriptions had me there, with them. I especially liked "papered them with leaves." Well done. #LineByLineTime

Clever, this news article ploy. In response to this sniveling reporter, I quote Will McAvoy, in series The Newsroom said, "It's easy to throw smack from the cheap seats. I like your "reporter" technique here. #LineByLineTime

#LineByLineTime An excerpt from my short story “Joe’s Diner” Joe and Ella, two homeless people, have been travelling together for a time. Now it is late fall, Ella has been sick, and Joe is trying to care for his old friend, who doubts his sincerity and rejects his affection… *** She saw this mincing figure doing a comic amble toward her, stumbling as if drunk.  Couldn’t have been, though, ’cause that silver platter he was balancing never tilted an inch from level.  In dirty tweed and tacked-on tails, our Joe, with a toothy grin under several hats, presented Ella with the finds from his daily dumpster dive.  Cups of Coke or root beer (half empty or half full), some straggly fries, uneaten nuggets, questionable lettuce.  Fine fuel for tonight’s stomach ache.  With a flourish, he set down his garbage can lid and cozied up beside her, doing a quick study of her person.  Ella of the red-rimmed eyes, the broken nose, the several teeth.  But, most of all, Ella of the Mona Lisa Smile.  She had been gone these recent days, and Joe had feared for her.  He said nothing, but returned her smile, then stood up to stretch and scratch. “Garçon!  A bottle of your best house wine!”  says she.  This cheered him some, seeing her old sardonic sarcasm, but he did not laugh.  The winds of late October papered them with leaves in crispy flight, and he felt the chill.  Bumping hips, as if to shove her off the broken bench, Joe tried to be playful, to coax some more of that smile, but Ella hung her head and looked away.  He gathered her to him, cradling her head, angling her shadowed face up to his.  Ella, that hard-bitten girl, that leader of the old rat pack, was giving up.  With her face bathed in grudging tears and runny nose, she bade him “Get away.  Just get away!” They were two of the same.  Finding only ugly hurt in their lives, they did not know how to accept love.

This is from the third book of my steampunk Wolfskill trilogy. Will has infiltrated the Supreme Navarch's underground lair, and his new boss, Sid, is checking his story. #LineByLineTime

#LineByLineTime From Prisoner of the Past. Trying to improve Hannah's social graces, her aunt took her to a ball. This raised the suspicions of a local reporter.

Welcome, G. Good to have you. Wary—good word. #LineByLineTime

#LineByLineTime An excerpt from my short story “Joe’s Diner” Joe and Ella, two homeless people, have been travelling together for a time. Now it is late fall, Ella has been sick, and Joe is trying to care for his old friend, who doubts his sincerity and rejects his affection… *** She saw this mincing figure doing a comic amble toward her, stumbling as if drunk.  Couldn’t have been, though, ’cause that silver platter he was balancing never tilted an inch from level.  In dirty tweed and tacked-on tails, our Joe, with a toothy grin under several hats, presented Ella with the finds from his daily dumpster dive.  Cups of Coke or root beer (half empty or half full), some straggly fries, uneaten nuggets, questionable lettuce.  Fine fuel for tonight’s stomach ache.  With a flourish, he set down his garbage can lid and cozied up beside her, doing a quick study of her person.  Ella of the red-rimmed eyes, the broken nose, the several teeth.  But, most of all, Ella of the Mona Lisa Smile.  She had been gone these recent days, and Joe had feared for her.  He said nothing, but returned her smile, then stood up to stretch and scratch. “Garçon!  A bottle of your best house wine!”  says she.  This cheered him some, seeing her old sardonic sarcasm, but he did not laugh.  The winds of late October papered them with leaves in crispy flight, and he felt the chill.  Bumping hips, as if to shove her off the broken bench, Joe tried to be playful, to coax some more of that smile, but Ella hung her head and looked away.  He gathered her to him, cradling her head, angling her shadowed face up to his.  Ella, that hard-bitten girl, that leader of the old rat pack, was giving up.  With her face bathed in grudging tears and runny nose, she bade him “Get away.  Just get away!” They were two of the same.  Finding only ugly hurt in their lives, they did not know how to accept love.

Hello, George & #LineByLineTime folks. GL here. I consider myself wary rather than *suspicious*. Gullible only occasionally, like 2 -3 times per decade.