About dborys

Author of STREET STORIES suspense novels

TMI? Or Just Enough?

Sharing excerpts of Cry Baby Cry is gratifying to me for two reasons. One, it is exciting to share what I’ve written which motivates me to continue writing, but also because I am hoping people who read these bits and pieces will feel as excited for the release of the book as I am.

As writing continues, however, it’s getting harder and harder to find things to share without spoiling the plot for those eager to read the whole thing. I have to constantly ask, am I releasing Too Much Information, or dropping just enough bread crumbs to lead you on without spoiling the story?

I hope today’s entry on Birthing the Next Book provides just enough info without going overboard into TMI. Click the quote below to read the new teaser.

Then suddenly his arms were around her and she was pulled close to his chest. She stiffened at first, but he felt so good, he smelled so good—all man and dried sweat and some remnant of aftershave.


The Sprint for the Finish

After some welcome distractions (the birth of my first grandbaby, Ellie Sophia) and some unwelcome ones (like dealing with water damage in our kitchen and dining room) I am finally getting back to serious work on the next Street Story Novel, Cry Baby Cry.

My goals now are to finish the first draft by May 1, have edits completed by the end of May, and get the book released in time to take copies with me when I participate in Chicago’s Printers Row Festival Sunday, June 10.

To meet those goals, I am calling on friends, family and fans to hold me accountable. I don’t care how you do it. You can bug me by asking me “How many words did you write today?” every time you see me, or shame me if my answer is “Um, none,” or encourage me by telling me you can’t wait to find out what happens to Jo next time, or leave glowing reviews of the Street Stories books you’ve already read.

And you can start by clicking the quote below to read the latest excerpt posted on my Birthing the Next Book blog and let me know what you think. I would love to dedicate Cry Baby Cry to everyone who does even the tiniest bit to help me get this book done.

Jo turned to see Martin Oberhaus smiling widely. His teeth were as white and well ordered as the lion’s mane of hair on his head. He could have been the grandfather of the family pictured on the poster.

On the One Hand

Have you ever had someone paint a picture of you that you don’t recognize? I’m talking not of portraits, but a picture in words, an opinion of who you are and what you have done that takes your breath away because it is so totally different from the way you see yourself. Than the way you want them to see you.

I recently had a conversation with someone that left me scrambling to make sense of the differences between their perception and my own. I am not naive or egotistical enough to imagine that I have no flaws, but to be accused of faults I have no knowledge of, no awareness, and an abhorrence to leaves me feeling a little lost and insecure. Are they right? Am I?

I know my image of myself is not completely unprejudiced (usually in favor of myself but often against), but the other view isn’t completely accurate either. They don’t know everything that has happened in my life, in my head, and neither are they completely impartial as they judge what they do know. The truth has to lie somewhere in between the two, doesn’t it?

The conversation left me with a “What now?” kind of feeling. On the one hand, I want to tear through the past, looking for concrete proofs–letters, emails, texts, photos, recordings, journal entries, anything–that will reveal the truth of what kind of person I actually am. I’m not sure if the purpose of such ransacking would be to prove something to myself or to the other person. Mostly, though, this urge stems from a knowledge to want to know the truth. Who am I? What is the true balance of character that is Debra R. Borys, Deb, Debbie, mother, daughter, sister, friend?

On the other hand, I want to dig a hole and live in it. I want to build walls and hide behind them. I want to be a hermit who lives in the cave and only communes with squirrels and wolves and woodpeckers. I want to quit.

I have to pick a path somewhere in the middle. One foot in front of the other, doing the best I can with what I have, whatever that might be. Looking for a way to keep balanced. I will keep the criticisms in the back of my mind, weigh them against my experiences to see if I might learn from them and improve. Embrace what helps, discard what harms. Try, try, try. What else can we do?

Who is Lily’s Father?

In the first Street Stories novel, Painted Black, I was able to get inside Sidney Cole’s mind by writing chapters from his point of view. However Lily’s father, Lou Becket, isn’t one of the characters I’m telling her story through.

When I ran up against a road block writing one of Lily’s chapters, I figured out it was because I didn’t have a handle on her father’s motivation. So even though I know this scene will never end up in the final version of Cry Baby Cry, I wrote it anyway.

Click the quote below to read more about this man and why she ran away from him.

Their cause was righteous, therefore God would protect them. The Lord had laid this mission upon his heart, to save these misled sinners and set them on the true path.

Jo Drowns Her Insecurities

Jo Sullivan is not me, the author, although all my characters have traits I can relate to. However, I had fun making tequila Jo’s alcohol of choice because it is mine as well. Especially with cinnamon and oranges.

I think she’s had a shot or two in all of the books in the series so far.

Jo poured another shot of tequila and sprinkled cinnamon on a slice of orange. Keisha’s breakfast nook was already littered with a half dozen naked strips of orange peel, flecks of cinnamon dust, and a quarter-sized puddle of spilled Don Julio.

Fiction Reflects Reality

Sometimes a scene writes itself. The characters start talking and I just record what they say and do. I know it’s just my subconscious speaking, but I also know the scene I wrote last week is a direct reflection of kids I knew and conversations I overheard when I was a volunteer at the Night Ministry’s Open Door shelter in Chicago.

Hopefully they come across as real to you, too. Click on the quote below to read the whole scene and then let me know if you could see these minor characters as clearly I could while writing about them.

“What’s your name?” The girl asked when Lily sat. “I’m Sugar and this here little ragamuffin—” She teased the little boy at her side by tickling his ribs until he pushed her away, giggling. “This is Ty-baby. My little Tyrone. It’s his birthday tomorrow. He be two years old soon, won’t you Ty Ty? Huh?”

The Muse Returns

Maybe only writers will truly understand this, but I desperately wish someone would invent a method of recording thoughts and dream.

I suppose most dreams would probably seem nonsensical if made into a viewable movie, but I have had some really cool dreams that, while unbelievable, I’ve wished I could hold on to or revisit.

Then today, while swimming, scenes from Cry Baby Cry started flipping through my head almost immediately while doing laps. Not only did I have a break through on a chapter I’ve been struggling with for weeks, but kept  another pivotal scene, several minor character sketches, a Facebook post, and a blog entry blossomed into being during the forty minutes I swam back and forth.

I kept repeating them in my mind over and over, fearful I’d completely forget them by the time I finished, dried off, dressed, and drove back home to my computer. I think I have captured most of them. There’s this blog post, for one thing, and I finished my chapter and started the next one. Click the quote below to read an excerpt of my brain flood and let me know if it was worth rememebring.

It wasn’t a romantic embrace, although she’d imagined that happening quite a few times in the darkness of her lonely room at night. It was an “I’ve got you” hug, a “don’t worry about a thing” that was comforting and warm and believable. She never wanted him to let go.

Plot Knots

At just over 25,000 words, Cry Baby Cry has reached the one-third point. In other words, the end of Act One. To jump start Act Two I need to knot the embroidery threads I’ve been laying in so that I can start to unravel the individual strands of clues I’ve planted so far.

The knot that I think I need to use is the scene I wrote earlier of Jo meeting Lily’s father. Originally, I thought this scene would not happen until much later in the book, but now I realize making Lou Beckett suspicious that Jo’s visit might be connected to his missing daughter can be the complication needed to rachet up the suspense. Just when Jo thinks she has finally found a safe place for Lily, she messes it up without realizing it.

Here’s a quote from Lily’s father below. You can click on it to read the whole scene again if you haven’t already.

“Martin gives a rousing sermon anytime, but you should hear him when he’s under a tent. Just like Jesus himself must have sounded from the Sermon on the Mount. Yes, certainly. You must come and see for yourself. Have you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior?”

Birthing the Next Synopsis

Coming up with a catchy summary to describe a book is always tricky. How do you hook a potential reader without giving away the surprises you have in store for them? I’m hoping you can help me decide between the two options below as the description for Cry Baby Cry. Which one do you think works best?


Lily May Beckett tried to be a good girl and change her ways. But when the path to forgiveness leads to hell on earth, sin feels like the only option.

How far will a father go to save his daughter? How far will reporter Jo Sullivan have to go to save that daughter from her father? Haunted by the memory of her failure to rescue a murdered girl, Jo once again finds herself racing to find the answers before it’s too late.


Disagreeing with someone’s gender identity is never an excuse for abuse, but what’s a father to do when determined to save his daughter? Lily tried to be a good girl and change her ways, but when the path to forgiveness leads to hell on earth, sin feels like the only option.

Haunted by the memory of her failure to rescue a murdered girl, Jo Sullivan risks her life to save Lily from her father and reveals a reality only a twisted mind could believe was part of God’s plan for humankind.

As always, you can read pieces from the new book posted on Birthing the Next Book.

Generating Suspense

CryBaby-KDPSometimes I get worried I’m rushing through the plot lines too quickly and sometimes I worry that I’m not moving the story along quickly enough. For a first draft, however, I try not to get bogged down with pacing. I try to think, now that this character knows that, what would she logically do next? Then I start writing.

Last week, the chapters I finished seemed to do more character building than actual suspense plotting, although hopefully the tension of their personal stories will keep the pages turning.

First I tried to imagine what Lily was going through all alone with her unwanted baby.

“Shh, Rosie, shh.” She crawled over to the baby box and patted the writhing, wailing human inside. “Quiet, please. Quiet.”

Next, I visited Avril in her apartment and found she was dreaming, which gives some insight, I hope, into the decisions she’s made in her life.

In her dreams, Avril was kneeling in front of Lily again, hands held out to catch the baby sliding out of the girl. “Push,” she told Lily and suddenly there it was, slipping into Avril’s waiting fingers like a pit from a cherry.

Chris and Franco

Since the new novel is circling back to the first book in the series, Painted Black, I decided it made sense to bring Chris back in the new novel in a cameo role. Chris was the street kid that Jo was trying to help in that novel. I posted an old scene from Painted Black on the Birthing blog if you’d like to find out more about him.

The Chris on the screen struck Jo as slightly uncertain, but covering it with bravado. The bitterness hadn’t yet seeped into his tone.

In Cry Baby Cry, Jo is going to have to deal with guilt about not saving Chris’s friend in time, but will also confront herself and her own shortcomings. Not everyone is going to like her as much as I do, and she needs to deal with that.

I also had Jo meet Franco last week. Franco is Lily’s gay “boyfriend” who is trying to protect her from life on the streets, but may actually be putting her in harm’s way despite himself. Like Chris, Franco has a good heart, even if he is misguided, and he has fully surrendered to a willingness to do anything he can to survive on the streets. If Jo had known him earlier, maybe she could have saved him from it, like she did Chris.

Looking nervously in her rearview window, Jo pulled over to the curb where a slim youth in low-hanging jeans and a muscle t-shirt was leaning against a light pole. As the car stopped, he loped up to them. When Avril rolled down the window, he leaned down to look into the car, saw Avril, and froze.


Inching Along is Still Progress, Right?

I’ve been moving along pretty good since setting my goals for Cry Baby Cry a week ago.  It’s now over 15,000 words, which means about 3000 words in a week. Not race car winning speeds, but doable.

I also posted two excerpts on my Birthing blog, one showing Avril confronting another trans woman…

Lonny had transitioned late in life and all the hormones and surgical procedures in the world couldn’t disguise her masculine beginnings.

And one showing how Jo’s experiences in the first novel, Painted Black, are coming back to haunt her as she tries to find Zara.

She had learned of Lexie Green’s fate almost a year before, and the nightmares had, thank God, tapered off since then. Avril’s reappearance in her life, however, seemed to have revived those memories with a vengeance.


Setting Goals

I have over 13,000 words drafted in the new novel, which I have decided for certain will be titled Cry Baby Cry.  One thing I like about using Scrivener to write is that I can set a target goal of how many words I want a book to be and when I want to have the first draft done, and it will keep track of how many words I need to write each day to reach that goal.

I’ve told it I want at least 70,000 words, that I want to complete by Dec.1 and that I will be writing on Wed, Thurs, and Fri. (I also work on other days sometimes, or maybe skip one of my writing days, but it is entirely reasonable that I will be able to write at least three days a week.)

Based on that info, Scrivener tells me I need to write 1321 words a day, three days a week. It revises that number based on each day’s word count, and restarts the daily word count at midnight every night.

As of this week I finished the first draft of five chapters, and have 1500 words completed of Chapter 6. Excerpts of my progress last week can be read HERE. As always, I welcome any feedback on what I’m posting.

What’s in a Name?

I picked Katja as the name of Avril’s missing friend because I thought it was unique enough that it would make Avril suspect Lily knows her when she names the baby Katja. But when naming characters, it’s important not to have two names too similar or readers might easily get confused as to who is who.

Jo’s friend Keisha also has a unique name and while maybe both names are unique enough that it won’t be confusing, I see no reason to risk it. Therefore Katja is now Zara, specifically Zara Rose.

“Zara? Zara Rose? I haven’t seen her for months. I thought you two were friends. Why come here looking for her?”

The name works on another level, too, since Zara is transgender and would have chosen her new name, one that she identifies with due to the Algerian heritage in her grandparents’ cultural background.

What do you think of the new name? And don’t forget to check out the latest excerpts posted in my Birthing the Next Street Story blog.

Characters Do Tell Their Own Story

The beginning to Chapter 4 came to me while swimming laps at the YMCA. I had to keep going over and over the scenario in my head while I finished my 40 minutes, dried off, and dressed, so while I was sitting waiting for my Mom to get done with her exercises, I starting drafting it using my phone so I wouldn’t forget.

When I started putting it all into Scrivener back home, it really kept flowing, but I was very surprised to hear Jack reprimand Jo the way he did. I hadn’t counted on that, but it fit well into a sub-theme I want to work on. That led to this bit that I’ve posted on the Birthing blog. I don’t yet know where this will go, probably about mid-way through the book, but I thought I’d share it here to see what you think. Click the quote below to read the whole excerpt.

That was the fourth person in two days to accuse her of being a heartless bitch. What the hell did they want from her?

Avril’s Chapter is Done

I didn’t get as much writing done last week as the week before, but I did finally finish chapter three, told through Avril’s voice.Over 2000 words, in fact, I’m probably going to have to pare it down.

For months before I started plotting, I was researching the subject of LGBTQ, particularly how it affects kids living on the streets. But most of what I’d found was about gay, lesbian, or transgender and when I tried applying any of this to Avril, I wasn’t satisfied, as I’ve written about before.

Thankfully I found a blog by someone who, like Avril, also doesn’t want to completely transition to female and it has been helpful, I think. Here’s a small bit of the chapter. This feels more authentic than my first post, don’t you think? I hope so.

Who is Avril?

This fourth Street Stories novel is a risk. They say write what you know. I know nothing about what it is like to be LGBTQ, but I do know that up to 40% of homeless youth are living on the streets because of their gender preference. Because they have been thrown out and sometimes abused by those who should take care of them. In addition, homeless LGBTQ persons are at greater risk on the streets from a society that rejects them. If you don’t believe me, read what the National Coalition for the Homeless has to say on the subject.

So it is important for me to convey that reality in this next book. To do that, I need feedback from those who know more about the issues than I do. I humbly hope to receive honest feedback as I struggle to make Avril a very real and believable character. Will you help me? I am going to post links to two different scenes where Avril is present, but seen through the eyes of others.

We first meet Avril briefly at the end of Chapter 1, from Lily’s point of view, but we don’t really get much there except that she is a man dressed as a woman. Lily is too distracted by labor pains to pay much attention. I hint that Lily is afraid of Avril for some reason we don’t know. Yet she is still willing to ask her for help. Click the quote below to read the partial chapter.

Avril wouldn’t want to help her if she knew. Would hate her. But to save her baby, Lily would have to pretend. To lie. She was good at that, wasn’t she?

It isn’t until Chapter two, told from Jo Sullivan’s point of view, that we spend enough time with Avril to get a fuller picture. Jo feels awkward around Avril, as many people would, so that comes through, but is Avril’s dialogue coming across as real despite Jo’s discomfort? Click the quote below to read the whole chapter, then let me know what you think.

When Jo first met a street artist nicknamed CRY, the brutal murder of a friend and his fear of being forced to turn tricks to survive on the streets had made the boy somewhat homophobic and yet it had been this Avril who he’d gone to when looking for a missing girl and it was Avril who he’d continued to correspond with by letter after he got into Job Corps.

Already a Stumbling Block

The first week of writing started off pretty well.  On Wednesday, I spent my time writing some of Lily’s backstory.  Lily is the young woman living on the streets that my main character is trying to help. The trouble she’s in has a long and complicated history that I have already plotted out, but I wanted to write a few of the background pivot points in her voice so that I am fully in her head when I start writing the present story-line.  I’m feeling pretty confident that I understand where she’s coming from.

If you want to keep tabs on what Lily is doing, you can follow my posts about her on my new blog “Birthing the Next Book.”

Thursday I started writing the first scenes from Jo Sullivan’s point of view. After writing about her for three books now I feel I know her personality, so I was able to start right in on the story. She’s not entirely the same woman she was in the first three books, however, since any good continuing character should always grow as the books progress, and in the most recent book, Box of Rain, she had kind of a breakthrough regarding her contentious relationship with her mother so I want to make sure that comes across in the writing this time.

On the new blog, I posted part of a scene where Jo meets Lily’s father for the first time if you want to take a look.

The stumbling block arrived on Friday when I tried to write scenes told in the voice of my third point of view character, Avril. Avril is an existing character, first introduced briefly in Painted Black as the transvestite that Chris goes to when he’s first looking for Lexie. She doesn’t appear in the next two books, but I wanted to show that she is a more important character than those two pages warranted. The fact that Chris, who often spouted homophobic BS, went to Avril for help was intended to convey that his anti-gay rhetoric was mostly for show, and I’m not really sure that came across the way I wanted it to.

The problem is that I don’t know any transgender people personally, and the research I’ve found has only confused me more. Is Avril truly transgender, someone who has always felt like a girl and is working the streets in order to earn money for gender reassignment surgery?  Or is she a transvestite as I first imagined her in the first book, someone who enjoys dressing as a woman and acting like a woman, but has no desire to permanently change her sex? Regardless of which she is, I want to be able to portray her over the top personality without turning her into a caricature.

It is through Avril’s eyes that I want to emphasize the change in Jo’s thinking since her latest conversations with her mother. Avril is good at putting on a front from years of transforming from Bobby Boyle into Avril McCartney. So she finds it easy to see past others’ masks, yet at the same time she cynically suspects everyone is hiding behind one. As her opinion of Jo changes throughout the book, I’m hoping the reader will see the same thing.

Until I resolve my questions about who Avril really is, I’ve decided to move forward with the book concentrating on Jo and Lily for now. Seeing Avril through their eyes may help me resolve my own confusion. Even though I don’t feel I’ve quite got the voice down yet, I posted a short scene about some of Avril’s opinion of Jo in the new blog.

I intend to keep posting excerpts or other meaderings about the book on Birthing the Next Book, so if you want to keep up with what I’m doing without waiting for my weekly updates here, head over to www.thenextstreetstory.wordpress.com and subscribe to receive regular email updates.


Book Four Begins

This is it. Finally. I have reduced my hours working at the library to only five a week, on Tuesdays. On Wednesday, I begin devoting the bulk of my focus to the fourth Street Stories Suspense novel.

I’m not sure of the title yet. I am playing with two of them: Cry Baby Cry, and When I Die. The first seems to go with the plot which involves a young girl giving birth in the first chapter. The second, though, has lyrics that fit the story better than the other. Perhaps I’ll do a survey here later to help me choose. Click the titles above and see what you think.

I’ve already done most of the preliminary work, research and some plotting. I even wrote a few scenes. Now I need to immerse myself in the world I’m creating, get to know the characters and their motivations on a personal level, and get their story all out on paper (figuratively speaking since I write on my computer).

I’ll touch base here on Mondays to let you know how I’m doing.  I look to you to hold me accountable to make progress week after week. Let’s do this!

Street Stories Walk the Streets

These are just done with a photo app, but wouldn’t these look great if they were for real?