6 Sentence Sunday

March 7, 2010

#SixSentenceSunday blog post (from something I love):
And in that moment as I took in my mother’s red-rimmed eyes and lopsided hairdo through the smoky haze, I realized the horrible ugly truth. Those magic moments, those milestones that we so eagerly waited for, prayed for, woke up and greeted with open arms thinking how profoundly different our lives would be from that moment on didn’t mean Jack damn squat.

It wasn’t in the stupid birthdays, or the boyfriends, the engagements, the weddings, or even the birth of a child that we would find those profound changes we looked so forward to. It was in…the other things. The ugly, dark shocking things that we held to us and hid, always fearful others would find out. The Pandora’s box of horrible misguided choices made and deeds done in the name of what was good and what was right.

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Leaving Town

February 9, 2010

I’m afraid that, due to a death in the family, I’ve got to leave town which means I’ve also got to cancel the last of the 14 Days of Love :( To those I owe prizes to, they’ve either gone out, I’m waiting to hear back on book/video choices etc or I’ll be in touch this weekend when I get back.

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Processing the Process

January 24, 2010

Last year from January to June I vomited up what, for me, is an ungodly amount of pages, mostly on proposals so, of course, none of them are done. One is still being shopped while two are shelved for the time being.

BUT from July to December I wandered around angsting about not getting any writing done. Yes yes please save the scoldings. The truth is that from July to December the dayjob kicked my ass but somehow I DID manage to get some writing done. I wrote 50 pages on a southern fiction piece and then flipped 100 pages of another proposal from 1st present to 3rd past, and edited the first 120 or so pages on yet a third proposal (the one still out). The second project still needs another round of edits before it goes back to Agent Holly and the first project is probably shelved until later this year because it’s a book I’ll have to finish (new genre for me) to shop.

Now, here’s the kicker: It’s January again and I just vomited up 15 pages yesterday on a brand new bright and shiny (don’t worry Holly, I also cracked the mystery that was chapter 2 on the manuscript I’m editing). I am a firm believer that a) ideas need time to cook and b) no two WRITER’S writing processes are the same. I know I’ve commented/blogged on this before but c) sometime I even forget my process and d) sometimes no two single PROJECTS are written the same way.

All that said, I feel like I’m pretty in tune with my writing process…except I think I’m going to have to add another letter in there…

E) I only write from January to June???

*nodding* it’s definitely a possibility. So what’s my point? Pay attention. ;)

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Not A Lot

January 22, 2010

Work is about to kick my ass again. I SWEAR I make more work for myself but damn it’s fun!
In the mean time, here’s what I got as I continue to mull over my revisions.
“Success is sometimes best measured by spoonfuls. As we struggle with the changes in our lives, sometimes we are unaware of our accomplishments. Victories need to be celebrate, no matter how small the gain. It is critical that we look back from where we were days, weeks, months and even years before so that we are aware of our achievements.”
-Rosemarie Rosetti, Motivational Speaker

AMEN….just Amen. Got anything to add? Anything you’d like to brag on yourself about? Go for it.

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A Blast From the Past…circa 2005

January 18, 2010

*or Why I don’t have Guest Bloggers*

“So  Gabriel, may I call you Gabriel?” I swing my leg nervously, not at all at ease with my interviewee.

You can call me whatever you want.”  He gives me his wickedest grin, probably the same grin he used to seduce Sera.

“Dear Heavens, Sera never stood a chance, did she?”  I ask with a frown.

“I tend to get what I want. And Sera got what she wanted to, ” he quipped giving me another engaging grin.

“How does an Incubus — do you mind if I refer to you as an Incubus –no? Good. How do you chose your…quary?”

I prefer to think of them as chosen,” he says, narrowing his eyes.  “And if I tell you, I have to kill you. But I have friends. Maybe, I could send one to visit you some time.

Tired of the chit chat, (and of feeling a bit mouselike) I cut to the chase. “So, Gabriel did you really give up heaven and earth for…sex?”

He slowly leans forward and licks his lips. His tongue is nearly as mesmerizing as those cocoa brown eyes.  “Wouldn’t you?”

“Damn…tough call that.”

And now a special excerpt of my critique partner, Raine Weaver’s LooseID release, Incubus

Gabriel lapsed into his wickedest grin, biting the tip of his thumb. “I’ll be damned. Lady, either your subconscious has decided to assert itself  or you’ve got yourself an incubus.”

“Beg pardon?”

He watched her pace nervously around the living room, as she had the entire time she’d told her story. “An incubus. A demonic figure found in several of the world’s mythologies. In the Judeo-Christian tradition, he was actually reputed to be a fallen angel. Fallen because of an insatiable lust for women.”

She stopped, hands on hips, and glared at him.  “You are making this up.”

“I’m not.” He could’t help laughing. “Check it out. Look it up for yourself. And then imagine giving up Heaven itself for the taste of a woman’s body.”

He lowered his voice for dramatic impact. “People say they come at night. That they haunt the perimeters between waking and dreams, where the soul is vulnerable, the body easily persuaded. That they know exactly the right approach, the exact touch… the suggestive whisper to sway you. That they indulge in sex with their sleeping victims, and the victims are often unaware of what has happened to them. Or they come in the guise of someone who will be irresistible to their quarry.”  He moistened his lips with his tongue. “They say the sex is soooo good that the poor woman couldn’t care less who or what the incubus is…as long as he doesn’t stop.”
You can read another excerpt at RaineWeaver.com

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