Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The #MINI post is back! #asortofbookreview #TheIntern

Welcome back, All. We have not had a MINI post for a while--and it just so happens that Chapter 7 of #TheIntern was published today on #Wattpad. (What a coincidence.) For those of you who are interested, a brief intro to The Intern. Why am I writing it? Three reasons: 1) I have always wanted to write a novel loosely based on my internship (stress loosely) 2) My literary agent, the wonderful Liz Kracht, suggested I publish a story on #wattpad to get some exposure. It was a great idea, thanks Liz. (pictured below.)

3) The prospect of writing serialized fiction appealed to me as a challenge: The difference between serialized fiction and the regular variety of fiction is that once you publish an episode (chapter), you are stuck with it, because your audience has already read the damn thing!!! To this point, there are a few paragraphs and characters I would delete or edit, but I am stuck with them--kind of like my family. (I tried to edit a few of my siblings, but the cut and paste feature wouldn't work.)

 The more I have written, the more I have gotten into it and the publishing of Chapter 7 represents over 70 pages of work!!!! I have even sketched out the rough outline (and when I say rough, think 36 coarse sandpaper) of the sequel, imaginatively titled The Resident.

Ok, here are the first two pages or so, followed by the link to the story on #Wattpad. Please don't let #wattpad discourage you from reading further, it is FREE and takes less than a minute to join. And don't forget to vote for the story assuming you don't hate it. (You are not going to hate it.) Thanks again.

April died a cold and dreary death, and May bloomed warm and sunny, filling the streets of Manhattan with life. Maggie dodged a gaggle of German tourists (Who else who would be wearing Birkenstocks with powder blue socks?) and mounted the steps to the library. Howard was on time--he was always on time--sitting on the top step reading his IPad. She hoped for his sake he was streaming a movie or flipping through a magazine, but she would have bet her modest paycheck he was reading the newly released edition of The New England Journal of Medicine.

She sat down next to him, confirming her suspicions, and kicked him with one of her sandals. He looked up and smiled, and stowed the tablet into the satchel which never strayed far from his side.

"Good morning Howard."

Howard nodded his greeting, and looked her over like a chest x-ray, examining every square inch for a clue to the diagnosis.

"Hello Maggie."

"How are you?"

Howard considered this like he considered everything, slowly and with ample deliberation. "Not so good."

"Not so good? You're one rotation and four weeks of vacation away from starting your plastics residency, something you have trained your whole life for. I would have thought you would be ecstatic."

"Ecstatic? Really? When you don't return my calls? When you act like a perfect stranger when we sit next to each other at a lecture? Ecstatic?"

Molly said nothing.

"Every time you ignore me it's like a spinal needle in the heart, Maggie."

"Don't be so dramatic, Howard. And don't forget you're moving in a month."

"To Boston, Maggie, not LA. It's a two-hour train ride."

"We barely see each other now, Howard. It wouldn't work."

"It would work if you want it to work."

"You do remember me telling you not to get too attached?"

Howard didn't say, but Maggie knew he had an eidetic memory and never forgot anything.

"Let's take a walk."

Howard nodded morosely and followed her around the steps and down to the green space on the other side. The pleasant weather had brought out a battalion of vendors, and Maggie strolled about, surveying the wares. She picked up a pair of earrings made from green sea glass.

"What do you think of these?"

"Since when do you ask me my opinion on jewelry?"

"I'll take that as a no."

She out them back and stopped in front of a kiosk selling hand-knit sweaters, and held a white one in front of Howard. "This would look nice on you."

"I don't need a sweater, Maggie."

She shrugged and continued her way down the row, examining sculptures made from refuse, ceramic dog bowls and vintage neck ties. Howard followed at a distance.

At the end of the line Maggie bought a pair of Carmel apples and sat down on a bench in the sunshine. Howard joined her but refused the snack, citing dental concerns.

"Maggie, we need to talk."

She didn't feel the least bit like talking but Howard didn't want to go quietly--it wasn't in his DNA.
"Ok, what do you want to talk about?"


Maggie had always hated the us talk, and she avoided it whenever possible. Two people moving in sync never needed to talk about us, because they intuitively understood what was happening. But two people moving at loggerheads... This was a different thing altogether. She wanted to blurt out 'There is no us' and just be done with it, but she nodded instead.

"What's going on with us?"

"We're friends, Howard."

"No, we're not."

"We're not friends?"

He shook his head. "We're more than that."

She wanted to deny it, of course, but she remembered the half-dozen or so occasions on which they had been intimate. It had always amazed her that a man who could stitch closed a jagged knife wound as if it had never happened could have so much trouble with a bra clasp. Howard was more awkward at thirty than her high-school boyfriend was at half that, in the back seat of his older brother's Impala with Journey playing on the radio.

Don't stop, believing, hold on to that feeling...

 The Intern: A Spinal Needle in the Dark

Peter Hogenkamp is a physician and author living in Rutland, Vermont. Peter's writing credits include ABSOLUTION, the first book of The Jesuit thriller series; THE LAZARUS MANUSCRIPT, a stand-alone medical thriller; and The Intern, a serialized novel based loosely on Peter's internship, published bi-weekly on #Wattpad. Peter can be found on his Author Website as well as his personal blog, PeterHogenkampWrites, where he writes about most anything. Peter is the founder and editor of Prose&Cons; a frequent contributor and reviewer at ReadWave; the founder and moderator of groups on Facebook (The Library), Google+ (Fiction Writers Anonymous), and LinkedIn (Tweets, Novels and Blogs); and a Beta-reader at StoryShelter. Peter tweets--against the wishes of his wife and four children--at @phogenkampvt and @theprosecons. He can be reached at peter@peterhogenkamp.com or through his literary agent (Liz Kracht of Kimberely Cameron & Associates) at liz@kimberleycameron.com.