Meet Mabel


No, that’s not her. Can’t imagine I’d sell a lot of books trying to pass him off as a her.

No, this is a picture of a guru, and according to the marketing gurus I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’m supposed to introduce A Bother of Bodies main character, Mabel, in order to entice readers to spend their money and learn more about her when the book does become available.

I have no idea if this works, it’s all new to me, I’m just doing as I’m told. A first, if you’ve ever had a conversation with my mother, or my sister.

I don’t even know where to start. Can’t tell you her full name because we’re not sure of her father. Well, I am because I wrote the damn thing, but according to The Gurus, I can’t give it all away, right away.

So here’s what I can tell you. Mabel’s mother has problems. Quite a few. The beyond-help kind of problems, so Mabel is raised on an estate for bastard children. And not just any bastard children, but the unwanted rug rats of Irish “business men”. The kind of men you’d find in these books;

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Except Mabel’s family originates from Montreal. But all this is simply background. Really has nothing to do with the story. I’ll tell you about the story next Tuesday. Right now I’m talking about Mabel.

I’m doing very well on this whole ‘focusing’ thing, if I do say so myself.

Mabel has a few problems of her own. Trust issues, as I imagine anyone raised by members of the criminal underworld would. Anger management problems so big she scares herself. But what gets her in the most trouble, is boredom.

take daughter to work   Mabel understands her brother Dean’s desire to lead a normal, law-abiding life, but…she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She has a talent for picking locks. Been at it since a child. And the “family” took advantage of her talents, until she and Dean had to run. So now she’s on a farm in the back woods of some place called Sylvandale, a small town with a population of a hundred farmers and fifteen million cows, and she’s mind-numbingly bored.

Until the bodies start showing up. And they aren’t even her biggest problem.

I give a few more details about what she looks like in the book, but not many. If you’re a reader like myself, you prefer to paint your own pictures.

And if you feel the need to chastise me because I have included a cartoon depicting a child with a gun in her hand, go right ahead. Water off a loon’s tail feathers. But save yourself some money if you are offended, and don’t bother buying my book. Mabel loves her gun.

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6 Responses to Meet Mabel

  1. Barb Taub says:

    Mabel points her gun at the bathroom scale and pulls the trigger.

    I love Mabel!

  2. Danielle says:

    I can’t wait to ‘meet’ Mabel, guns and all! :-)

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