Author: Deborah

Question 2

Q: How much time do you devote to writing? Rita M. What’s your process of writing like: Do you set a daily “this many pages” or “write for this long” goal? Do you send chapters to editors/beta readers along the way or wait until the end? Do you outline the story arc ahead of time or wait for the characters to tell you what happens next? Anna. Continue reading


to help me write an informative biography, I’d like my readers/fans to ask me questions.
What would you like to know about me? it can be anything … though if it’s too personal I might not answer.. LOL

So far I have questions like:
How do you pick character names?
Is John a real person?
when did you start writing and why?

I’m going to select a new question to answer every few days.

Ask your questions in the comment box.

Bonus chapter for the Reef Roamer



“So she’s finally come back?” Miguel said to his cousin.

Daniel had tracked him down in Marsh Harbor and asked if he knew Jayme Haller.  There were only two Miguel’s in the area that were certified Dive Masters, it was a fifty-fifty chance his mother’s brothers second wife’s nephew was who he was looking for.

“You do know her then?” Daniel repeated the question.

“Yeah, I sure do.”  Miguel thought back five years to the incident that nearly cost him his career – and his life.

He had been guiding a group of experienced divers for almost two weeks when one of them was attacked by a rogue blue shark.  Donald Haller had died from the attack, and his widow disappeared.

Miguel blamed himself for taking them to the remote region to dive his favorite place, Horseshoe Wall; a place known for sharks, usually passive angel sharks.  The weather was perfect.  The day was perfect.  The group was leaving the next day and was excited about the final dive.  He should have done a pre-dive; maybe he would have seen that blue shark lurking around.

The long high-speed boat ride back to the mainland was too long.  Donald had bled out before they even docked.  Miguel blamed himself for not trying more to save Donald.  It was all that blood.  Miguel had frozen.

After the group had removed their gear from his boat, he drove it out into the clear water and washed it by hand. Bucket after bucket after bucket of salt water still didn’t get the red stains out.  And bottle after bottle of island rum couldn’t get the red stains out of his head.

Two months later, Miguel almost drowned when he did the unthinkable: he went diving drunk.  Fate was not going to let him go that easily though.  His boat captain had seen him in distress and saved him and then got their small group back on the boat and back to land.

Two months after Miguel dried out, he tried to find the young widow to make amends.  She was gone – and now she was back.  Maybe it was time for both of them to put their ghosts to rest.