M.J Downing. Looking at the map above, you see where my focus lies these days as I work on the last third of Sherlock Holmes: The Ghosts of Savannah. What you see is a structure map of the city of Savannah in 1884, just four years prior to the time that my book’s action takes Holmes and... Continue Reading →
One chapter at a time. Less than that. A quarter chapter, and the boulder rolls backwards, smashing my toes, grinding against my shoulders. The grit on its surface irritates my face. The damned thing lodges on things I cannot see, and all I can do is push. I am in the final third of Sherlock Holmes, The... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing Drew fought to remember a time in his life when he was light. He’d been the heavy kid since before he could remember, and when he started his long, slow journey with the weights in his garage, he’d only gotten heavier. And, at that, he wasn’t slow. Football had taught him to move. His... Continue Reading →
M.J Downing “I didn’t mean what I said before.We’ve just got to get her outta there, is all,” Kyle’s voice insisted near Drew’s ear. They stood in the dark under the trees behind the home of Dr. Marshal Stevenson, his wife Delores, and their much abused daughter, Mary Beth. There wasn’t much time before dawn and... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing “You’d better not go back to the locker room with the rest of the team,” Marty said. “It’d be best if you let me put you in my car and take you home.” They’d placed Drew’s unconscious father inside his pick-up truck, slumped over the wheel.They could smell that he’d been drinking, and... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing Drew’s uniform number couldn’t be seen for the mud caked on him. It was Thursday night, and Durrett played St. Xavier at the old Manual High field on Burnett street in the midst of a driving rain. Very late in the game, the score stood at 14-0 for St. X. Durrett’s ground game, which... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing. The news that Mary Beth’s father was the forbidding force that Drew encountered in St. Joe’s shut the boy down. Thus far in their time together, Drew had never drawn away in thought from Kyle. Kyle Jensen alone, apart from Drew’s mother, was the only person to whom he had opened up, talked, listened... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing His shoes squelching on the bright linoleum, Drew trudged into the foyer of St. Joseph’s hospital leaving puddles as he went. The janitor, an old, dark skinned man with thick, white hair, took one look at Drew and followed him, mop in hand, bucket trailing. The janitor had already mopped away the smaller... Continue Reading →
Part 3. “Unknown Country.” M.J. Downing In his dream, Drew stood in a high place, almost in the clouds, and it didn’t matter how he was there or what he stood on. His arms held a young lady dressed in something like a genie costume. She was sandy-haired and green eyed, freckled, and not skinny. Perfect. Her strength... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing In mid July, 1970. Kyle and MaryBeth too a stroll down Lucas Avenue. The heat of the day had broken with an afternoon thunderstorm and the winds of a mild cold front that would relax the sun’s grip on Louisville for a day, perhaps. A fresh north wind blew through MaryBeth’s long dark... Continue Reading →
MJ Downing’s Place 