If you've been keeping track of my blog you know that I have been revising Second Chances since mid-March. It's been a bittersweet project because it has gone from 30 short chapters to 22 longer chapters. I am also happy to have taken my time with it because I found a few gaps in the story compared to the outline I created.
Last night I tried putting some things together but I felt like I was just writing nonsense so I'm going to let it sit and hopefully I can get inspired.
On a positive note, Runner's High has been chosen for the June edition of G.G. Royale's Newsletter and Blog. I was told it should be up as of June 1st so sign up on her blog to receive it.
G.G. is an erotica author and an editor from New Orleans. Her book The Lovely Kittengirls of Mew Orleans is an erotic, BDSM themed (D/s) with a unique concept (at least I had never heard of kitten play before), captivating characters and wickedly hot sex scenes. Margot is a sub in need of a master and Max seems to fit the part but he has to conquer his own fears in order to be what they both want.
I truly enjoyed this page turner (or mouse clicker since I read it as an e-book) and I am sure fans of this genre will enjoy it as well. Ms. Royale has two new books coming out soon so I recommend that you check out her website.
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Flash
Here is a piece of a short story I wrote a few months ago for a writing class. Enjoy.
Looking down at the little boy holding her hand
Jessie sighed. Andy, her best friend's son had his
mother's dark curly hair and the same deep blue eyes as
his father. Jessie had contemplated many times what her
children with Steven would be like during the thirteen
months they had been engaged. She imagined a little
boy with his reddish brown hair and wicked green
eyes. Sometimes it was a little girl with her fair skin
and her cinnamon freckles. Unfortunately her dream
was taken away one dark rainy night two years ago.
Looking down at the little boy holding her hand
Jessie sighed. Andy, her best friend's son had his
mother's dark curly hair and the same deep blue eyes as
his father. Jessie had contemplated many times what her
children with Steven would be like during the thirteen
months they had been engaged. She imagined a little
boy with his reddish brown hair and wicked green
eyes. Sometimes it was a little girl with her fair skin
and her cinnamon freckles. Unfortunately her dream
was taken away one dark rainy night two years ago.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Updates / New Story
I haven't taken any time to take care of the revision of Second Chances, my first novel. Instead I'm still working on to a new story. It's currently an untitled romance about Marley, a chef and James, a bar owner. I'm almost 4,000 words in and the story is flowing out nicely. Here is a tiny unedited excerpt of my story:
Untitled: Marley & James
James stood back as Marley walked past him, her glorious hips swayed from left to right. He swallowed hard and curled his fists to control the urge to bend her over the counter and press against her ass and let her know how hard he was whenever she was around.
The load gasp that followed told him Marley found the kitchen. For the limited menu he offered, the kitchen he had installed was first class with subzero freezers, brand new gas ranges, two grills and a large flat top.
Following her in James found Marley in the middle of the spacious stainless steel kitchen. She looked like a kid in a candy store. Her green eyes wide and a cute little smile on her face,“James Croswell you’ve been holding out. Look at this!”
He was happy that she was impressed with the kitchen. “What’s your honest opinion?” he teased walking over. Leaning against the metal counter top and just watched as she took everything in.
Turning to him there was a smile on her face, “How dare you not have anything else on the menu with a kitchen like this?”
“I was planning on expanding, eventually. I just hadn’t found a chef yet” he winked at her....
Let me know what you think!
Untitled: Marley & James
James stood back as Marley walked past him, her glorious hips swayed from left to right. He swallowed hard and curled his fists to control the urge to bend her over the counter and press against her ass and let her know how hard he was whenever she was around.
The load gasp that followed told him Marley found the kitchen. For the limited menu he offered, the kitchen he had installed was first class with subzero freezers, brand new gas ranges, two grills and a large flat top.
Following her in James found Marley in the middle of the spacious stainless steel kitchen. She looked like a kid in a candy store. Her green eyes wide and a cute little smile on her face,“James Croswell you’ve been holding out. Look at this!”
He was happy that she was impressed with the kitchen. “What’s your honest opinion?” he teased walking over. Leaning against the metal counter top and just watched as she took everything in.
Turning to him there was a smile on her face, “How dare you not have anything else on the menu with a kitchen like this?”
“I was planning on expanding, eventually. I just hadn’t found a chef yet” he winked at her....
Let me know what you think!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Writing
I've had this blog account for almost four years and have never sat down to actually blog about anything. What have I been doing for four years? We'll that's easy...working as a legal secretary, being married, watching Heroes, reading lots of books and over the course of the last year I've started writing again.
Last September while doing a late, spring cleaning I stumbled upon a sealed box marked "Personal Crap/Junk" Inside I found old CD's, photo albums, old notebooks and all of the junk from my old desk. Going through the notebook I found a short story I wrote during a rainy Saturday night with nothing to do.
At the time I was living in my first apartment. It was a small little studio apartment but it was mine. All I had was a bed, a hand me down couch, a book case full of encyclopedias and a small alarm clock radio. My car was acting up, again. My friends were busy with their boyfriends while I was single, again.
I have always been a big reader and when nothing was available to read, I wrote for my own entertainment. So there I was with a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of wine and a spiral notebook. That night I sat on my bed and wrote "For the Love of Rock and Roll". Re-reading the story almost six years later I realized it could use some major editing. I powered up my laptop and put it together. On my computer the story seemed shorter; it was only six pages long so I started writing. Every chance I had I would sit in front of my computer and add a little bit more.
After a month my friends started to ask me what I was up to. When I shared that I was writing they encouraged me to continue. Two of them have started to read portions of my now 44,000+ word, 198 page long story. They also seem to have positive feedback on it.
So that is where I stand now, trying to put the finishing touches to my story so I can have an editor take a look at it. After that I want to finish a few other stories I have been working on in between. It looks like For the Love of Rock and Roll is going to be a series of at least 4 stories. I already have the outlines done for parts two and three and have a pretty good idea what the fourth one will be.
I will be posting updates of my progress here so check up on me in a few days. I'll let you know how it's going.
Last September while doing a late, spring cleaning I stumbled upon a sealed box marked "Personal Crap/Junk" Inside I found old CD's, photo albums, old notebooks and all of the junk from my old desk. Going through the notebook I found a short story I wrote during a rainy Saturday night with nothing to do.
At the time I was living in my first apartment. It was a small little studio apartment but it was mine. All I had was a bed, a hand me down couch, a book case full of encyclopedias and a small alarm clock radio. My car was acting up, again. My friends were busy with their boyfriends while I was single, again.
I have always been a big reader and when nothing was available to read, I wrote for my own entertainment. So there I was with a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of wine and a spiral notebook. That night I sat on my bed and wrote "For the Love of Rock and Roll". Re-reading the story almost six years later I realized it could use some major editing. I powered up my laptop and put it together. On my computer the story seemed shorter; it was only six pages long so I started writing. Every chance I had I would sit in front of my computer and add a little bit more.
After a month my friends started to ask me what I was up to. When I shared that I was writing they encouraged me to continue. Two of them have started to read portions of my now 44,000+ word, 198 page long story. They also seem to have positive feedback on it.
So that is where I stand now, trying to put the finishing touches to my story so I can have an editor take a look at it. After that I want to finish a few other stories I have been working on in between. It looks like For the Love of Rock and Roll is going to be a series of at least 4 stories. I already have the outlines done for parts two and three and have a pretty good idea what the fourth one will be.
I will be posting updates of my progress here so check up on me in a few days. I'll let you know how it's going.
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