L. Lane Bailey
Bio
Dad, Husband, Author, Jeeper, former Pro Photographer. I have 15 novels on Amazon. I write action/thrillers with a side of romance. You can also find me on my blog. I offer a free ebook to blog subscribers.
Stories (69/0)
Burger, Meatloaf and Cake
Matt slipped into the booth in Rose’s Diner not far from the lake. It was always his father’s favorite stop when he came into town. “What can I git’cha, darlin’?” the waitress asked, her sweet southern accent shining as brightly as her smile.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic
Scott stood and watched as the workers tore down the old barn. Every plank of wood hitting the ground kicked up dust and ripped away another piece of his heart. The old wood held the stories of almost two hundred years on the farm. From when his however-many-times-great-grandfather, Abraham Hammond, raised it with his neighbors until that very moment, it had stood watch over the valley. Sheltering, hiding and protecting those around it. The barn was imbued with the magic from those stories and many more.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
Setting a New Goal
The only way to grow is through creating and achieving goals... Ok, maybe not. You can stumble around in the dark and through luck, possibly accomplish something. But I think setting and working toward goals might be a better way over time.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Motivation
Nigthmare of Dust
Lucinda ran from the house. Her world was crumbling. Everything was crumbling. “What have I done?” she cried. She turned and looked at the mansion that she’d come to call home. The black Rolls-Royce that sat off to her left. Statuary. Topiary. Thompson… oh, Thompson.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
The Busboy part I
Friday, 13 February 1981 It had been a tough shift, an odd one for the opening of the weekend for Cyril Litton. Normally there were two busboys working during the week and three on Friday and Saturday, but the other guys scheduled weren’t there. And one of the bartenders was out, too. That left Cy as the only person bussing tables and he had to deliver ice and restock the bar. And, of course, the wait staff hadn’t bothered to help him out with any “pre-bussing,” getting plates and stuff off the table when patrons were finished. “Friday the Thirteenth, go figure,” he said to himself.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
The Busboy part III
Monday, 1 June 1981 “Hey Tracy. You ready for your last book report of the year?” “I am, Cy. Let’s go,” she responded as she took his arm and walked out to his car. She waited a moment while he opened the door. She slipped into the seat, setting her supplies down on the bench between them, as she always did.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
Building a Character
For many writers, one of the most challenging things to do is create characters. And at times, it can be terribly difficult. But I have found a few things that can help to build and maintain characters, often over the multiple stories of a series.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Journal
Melody
Melody Jenkins wasn’t normally a big consumer of newspapers, but as she made her way through the market, she dropped a fresh copy of the afternoon paper into her basket. She made her way to the front of the store with the few items she needed, and quickly paid the cashier. Luckily, the rain had stopped, and it was a short walk home.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
Unknown Caller excerpt
Jack was doing something he loved doing, but seldom had the opportunity to do anymore. He was driving by himself, slapping down the highway miles on a solo road trip. Partially solo, anyway. He was driving from Virginia to Florida. He was going to pick up Amy in Jacksonville, then they were driving together the rest of the way to Key West.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction