Mari Sloan BEAUFORT FALLS

From my blog at:
http://mari-thewritersblock.blogspot.com/

I have a moderately boring life, but, like many people, I'm careful to follow my routine. For a while it was hectic, but with the slowing of the economy, I am finding one thing after another coming to an end. It's almost as if 2009 blasted in, with C H A N G E as its slogan, and nothing IS as it WAS. My schedule changed, eliminating the wonderful Westlake Library book group mid first Wednesday of each month. The same change meant that I… Continue

Southern Cooking with a Story
Martha A. Cheves “Stir, Laugh, Repeat”

I’ve never met Martha Cheves in person, but I feel like I know her. In fact, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I want to come back as one of her “testers.” When she mentions her neighbor, who sometimes waits supper to see if Martha is cooking and might pop by with a sample, and states that the neighbor won’t share, I understand perfectly. I wouldn’t either. In fact, I may make sure that my husband and I pick her neigh… Continue

Carrie likes it, so I'll add another one. This is a short chapter. (Minor formatting changes from the original in order to make it "blog-friendly") :-)

Chapter Three

Way Out There


J. .D. reached under the thin blanket and pulled up the hemmed end of something that looked like part of the sheet. The flimsy gown wrapped around his neck tied with a cord and had no back, and he realized that he was still in the hospital.

Still here? No. Here again.

The walls blurred and the strip… Continue

And now, for Carrie ... :-)

From BEAUFORT FALLS (Some formating changes made in order to post in blog form.)


Chapter Two

Reap What You Sow

Molly glanced up from her position seated on the ground. Sweat rolled down her neck and she wanted to scratch her back, but her hands were covered with South Alabama’s red soil. The hot sun felt good on her arms and face, but it soon would be well into the nineties.

“Molly, how much longer?”

She looked over to the nearby garden fence where Tessie was s… Continue

For Herminia ....

Here is Chapter One! (With the exception of some minor formatting changes to accommodate the blog format, this is how it reads in the published novel.)

:-p Mari Sloan

From BEAUFORT FALLS by Mari Sloan



Chapter One

Soup


Beaufort Falls was not exactly what you would call a “happening” town. It was east of Mobile, west of Panama City, south of Montgomery and north of the Gulf; in other words, right in the middle of the flattest part of Alabama. This was the country… Continue