Monday, May 31, 2010

Last Day in May

Mother's day is in May, so I thought as a farewell and reminder to us kids, here's something to keep us smiling until Mother's day next (the primary children at my church sang this to the mothers, it was cute!)


A Mother's a wonderful kind of thing
so lift up your voice and sing.

She rocks me and loves me then puts me in bed
with a kiss on my forehead.

Mothers at times can resemble a bear
but that loud roar just reminds me she cares.

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice, lift up your voice and sing.


A Mother's a wonderful kind of thing
so lift up your voice and sing.

The laundry, the shower, the tub, and the sink
are some of her favoirte things.

I don't remember what brings her to this
state of exhaustion at 8:36.

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice, lift up your voice and sing.


A Mother's a wonderful kind of thing
so lift up your voice and sing.

She reminds us to clean up our room and to dust
all of her favorite stuff.

We must do homework before we can play
that is something we hear everyday.

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice, lift up your voice and sing.


A Mother's a wonderful kind of thing
so lift up your voice and sing.

She goes to the market to buy us some food
she's fun when she's in a good mood.

Sometimes she doesn't remember my name
But . . . I know that she loves me the same.

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice, lift up your voice and sing.



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It's not too late, you have until midnight PST to enter.

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I will announce the winner June 2nd!

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sunday Thoughts

The Invisible Woman



My friend Lisa had this on her blog and I really felt I should share it with you. It' so thought-provoking.

I want to hear your thoughts on this!

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Say Hello to my Honored Guest: Laura Diamond!

I'm trying out a new bloggie thing and it's having guests over! Woohoo! I just love friends. I'm such a novice at this and I'm sure I'll find my place soon enough, so it'll be a bit unorganized at first!

Let me introduce you to Laura Diamond, an amazing woman of amazing feat--and she has room for writing!

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Bio: Laura’s a psychiatrist, blogger, traveler, and writer of urban fantasy and YA paranormal adventure with aspirations of becoming a published author. Her current work in progress is about a teen who discovers her missing father is a shapeshifter…and so is she.


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Hi gang! Firstly, I’d like to thank Elizabeth for giving me the opportunity to guest blog for all y’all today. PLUS, she’s asked me to talk about one of my favorite quotes. How fun is that?

‘Kay, here’s the quote: “I do not know why I thought I could write a novel, but I hope to eventually get to the bottom of it.”

So, my writerly journey began almost two years ago. On a whim (I’m not kidding), I pulled out an old “story idea” I’d written in a spiral bound notebook while in college (years and years ago!). After about nine months of developing and revising what turned into a literary monster, I figured I was ready to start querying agents (Haha!). QueryTracker was one of the first—and truly the best—sites I found. New to forums, I fumbled around, got to know the other members, and did my best to offer critiques and accept constructive feedback.

Along the way, I found the above quote on the signature line of Nostrabuttus, one of the forum’s more humorous members. (I totally dig the whole dry humor thing, for real.) It really spoke volumes to me. It made me pause. I had to stop and consider what I really was doing all this work for. I mean, really, I have a background in science, medicine, and psychiatry. Sure, I love to read. But what pushed me into thinking I could actually write a novel AND have it get anywhere?

The TRUTH?

I have no idea.

Anti-climactic, ain’t it? But it’s the absolute, for real, cross my heart, hold my hand on a Bible while reciting an oath, truth.

The problem is, now that I’ve started, I can’t seem to stop. Okay, so I take a break here and there—preparing for the oral boards sucked a month of my life away, dang it!—and sometimes I get so fed up that I don’t touch a WIP for weeks. But then something happens.

A quiet whisper. A nagging buzz. A tingle of a sneeze.

You know, those almost imperceptible, you miss it if you blink sort of things, that if you catch it, the booby trap is triggered and it’s only a matter of time before you open that Word document again and start typing. Yup.

I suppose in a roundabout way, it doesn’t necessarily matter anymore why I started this journey because it’s taken on its own momentum. With my personality, I have to see it out to the end, whatever that may be. Even better, I’m having way too much fun to quit! Blogging, beta reading, cheering on my writerly friends who are at all stages of the game, AND detailing fantasies and stories molded from my own brain—man, oh man, who wouldn’t want this?

I suppose I’m bordering on a random babbling now, but I would like to point out something I hadn’t considered until going through this very process of guest blogging. Look, if you had asked me about blogging two years ago, I wouldn’t even know what you meant. If you wanted my opinion on what separated “good” writing from “bad,” you’d likely get a shrug and a “I don’t know.”

Why do I bring this up? Because the amount I’ve learned over the past two years astonishes me. And, really, why does anybody pursue a new adventure? To have a good time, to build relationships, and to learn.

Check, check, and check.

Thanks, Elizabeth, for hosting me. This has really been a lot of fun!!!!

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Aww, thank you, Laura! I am honored to have you over, too! Isn't she one of the funnest people you want to get to know? Hurry over to her blog and tell her how much you enjoyed meeting her! :)

PS--if you are interested in becoming my honored guest here at my blog, just click here to find out how! I hope to hear from you soon! ;)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Because Rules Are Made to be Broken!

Breaking the Rules Blogfest is here!


There are all sorts of rules out there for us writers:

  1. Cut down on adverbs.
  2. Single Point of View Characters (no omniscient)
  3. No purple prose
  4. Perfect grammar
  5. Tight sentences
  6. 'said' only speech tag
  7. Too many commas and such
  8. No cliches
  9. fresh writing
  10. Natural dialogue--no spelling out language the way it sounds: "Ah din't know yous kewd doose dat?"
  11. Characters: cliche descriptions
  12. present tense form being a no-no
*panting* Can you think of anything else we've been beaten into submission with? ;)
I do love writing and have learned tons about the craft.

Rules, Rules, Rules. Okay, what we are going to do is REBEL against those rules on June 18th. Let's think outside the box. Bring on your first drafts, your when-you-were-a-kid-first-draft kinda writing. Let's see how many of us have grown from it and how common these rules were broken in the good ole days of writing innocence.

I believe this is going to be a challenge because it goes against everything a writer believes, so . . .

Who's with me? Leave your brave, brave comments along with your petitioned name below with Simply Linked--don't worry, I won't tell on you. Cross my heart.



PS--Okay, okay, here's a bribe . . . do you see that awesome book above? I will enter you for a drawing for your participation. Please help spread the word, it'll be fun! ;)

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

My Tribute to You!

I'm planning to go to 3 times a week with posting in my blog starting in June, so that it opens more time for my family and my writing.

So here's a tribute to my blog readers written by
by Frankie from Frankie's Poetry After Noon.

Thank you, Frankie!


The muse is silent

Perhaps on coffee break
I can take it

Is that a bark in the backyard
A knock at the door
Never mind, I've been here before

In fact, I enjoy the silence
To read a book or clean, listen to birds
Or music...MUSE-ic...Is that a pun?

I could doodle, make boats out of noodles
Oh, my, what fun not to worry
She'll come when she comes

I'm patient, no hurry, no worry
Why get mean about it
Laid back, easy going, happy-go-lucky

Perhaps she's with some other writer
Taller, who knows, one who never
Rhymes, writes strictly prose

Who hates metaphor
I've read that type before
Maybe she prefers that

Oh, I'm not jealous
She's a muse and grown
Hundreds of years old and free

To see whom she pleases
I don't own her
I'm just wondering

Where could she be?
Jealous? Worried?
C'mon, buddy, it's me!

I'm just wondering
WHERE ON EARTH COULD SHE BE!!!


by Frankie



PS: It's not too late to enter my contest! You have until the 31st to enter. I will announce the winner June 2nd!





photo muse found here

Monday, May 24, 2010

How it Began

I've spent the last hour searching my browsing history. I know I came across someone's wonderful blog talking about what books inspired her writing. I couldn't find her post. So in honor of our mystery friend, I will write about that.

As a child, I struggled with comprehension because I was taught to 'shut myself off', because of the kind of circumstances I was thrust into. So, when I read, it was like thin rain melting on hot cement.

I struggled with every test in school based on the books the teachers assigned. Isn't it funny, that I would grow a fierce love of reading and writing as a youngling? ;)

I started writing silly poems in 4th grade, short stories in 6th, poetry and longer short stories in high school.

What really influenced my writing was not my reading (I read dark stuff, like V.C. Andrews all the time), and I don't write horror.

Because of my love of poetry, my writing was very purple prosey. These movies threw me head first in love with fantasy: The Last Unicorn, The Dark Chrystal, Legend, Labyrinth, and Willow.











All these movies are fantasy with romance woven throughout, the kind of novels I love to write!

What foundation influenced your writing, and what does now?

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Happy Sunday!


"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly."

Lanston Hughes




Quote found here

Saturday, May 22, 2010

It's Logline/Hook Line Blogfest time!!! Woot!

Okay, I was thinking a whole lot about this, but I decided that if I chicken out, who would take the rooster's place? ;) Okay, cheesy, I know. Just working out the jitters of what you all will think of my one-liners!!

Bryan was so very brilliant when he thought of this Blogfest. You know what I say? Bryan, let's hold this about every 3 months so that we all could get critiques by every author and have our submissions ready sooner than later!!!

What say you????



1. The mighty warrior Chengral refuses to slay the ancient Viking peoples of his kin as he falls in love with the lovely Halla.

2. The evil queen of the Choldra Empire commands her most trusted warrior to slay the ancient peoples of a distant planet, but will Chengral have the heart to slay them all once he sets eyes upon the lovely Halla?

3. The evil queen of the Choldra Empire conspires to slay her king as she sends Chengral onto a suicide mission of slaying an ancient settlement elsewhere in the distant universe.

4. Chengral, a hardened warrior and lover of his queen, is determined to obliterate an ancient people until he discovers the lovely, but spirited Halla.


Thank you, everyone, for your thoughts in advance. Let's rock everyone's entries this day and help flood the market with our awesomest books!!! ;)

Friday, May 21, 2010

Guess Who? and Lie reveal . . . ;)


She was reluctant at first when it came to writing, but had (still does) an awesome mentor. She has a cherub of a girl (pun intended!) and is a fantastic writer with an agent. She is open-minded and open-hearted!

Can you guess who she is?








1. I'd rather have a spider in my hand than a worm. This is so true. I believe I'm a wormaphob. A spider will skitter off my hand, a worm will wiggle and wet me. Ewww!!!

2. I really love math. I do, really. Imagine a complicated problem that you can solve. What a sense of accomplishment! I did well in everything math in high school and I also enjoy the light in my kidlets' eyes when they finally 'grasp' a problem after I tutor them!

3. I don't like any kind of chocolate-filled pastries. I'm weird that way, really. I love chocolate, but not chocolate pudding inside donuts or little cakes or things like that.

4. I have been in a musical as a giant starfish, dancing across the stage while singing. Lol, funny, but true! It was my first musical performance, too!

5. I love being pregnant. I just love the feel of another life so sacred and precious inside me, and the day the baby born--Heaven opens up and the Angels sing! ;)

6. I have been married 3 times. Never ever ever. This here is the big fat LIE!

7. I love loud, sonorous thunderstorms! Oooh, yeah. I just get chills thinking about them. *Sigh* They actually inspire my creativity, too! ;)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Awards, Thank yous and Returns! :)

Wow, I've been hoarding all them wonderful awards and
finally dared to open the trove and they all came a-tumbling all around. So, I feel it's time to set them free and give them a new home! :)

Here. We. Go . . . !

My fun and sweet friend, Nichole Giles over at Random-ish by Nichole, has awarded the Happy 101 award. She's such a sweety--don't let her beautiful face intimidate you, she has a golden heart! Thank you, Nichole!

I am to list 10 things that make me happy and pass it to 10 wonderful bloggie friends--how fun is that???

1. My husband and how he does everything he can to please me.
2. My kids not fighting!
3. Singing songs with a pretty arrangement.
4. Writing in my journal, novels, blogs . . .
5. Making someone smile. :D
6. Going for a walk when the day is nice and warm.
7. Knowing that my prayer has touched someone's heart.
8. Making friends and cherishing them.
9. Dancing to music with a strong beat.
10. Sharing what I have that make others happy.

I give this wonderful award to:
  • Lisa Turner who is one of the most honest, giving friends I know!
  • Old Kitty who is very encouraging, thoughtful and always brings sunshine to my heart!
  • Aubrie from Flutey Words, who makes my heart smile with such thoughtful words!
  • Christine Bryant, who has been the thoughtful kind friend that I need whenever I am down!
  • Rebecca Blevins, who is such a sweet, friend and shared her cute baby with me at LDStorymakers!
  • Danyelle Leafty who is a sweet, kind friend with wise thoughts that uplift me!
  • Paulette Pendragon Inman, who is very caring and thoughtful and extremely talented, thanks for the awesome book, Paulette!
  • Shannon O'Donnell, who has a creative mind and loves kids!
  • L.T. Elliot, who is the most self-less, caring friend any one can ever have!
  • Lori Nawyn who has such a big heart, I'm glad you're my friend, Lori! :)



Jessica from Alliterative Allomorph and Mel Chesley at Writings, Musings, and other Such Nonsense, were so sweet and thought of me with this award. Thank you, ladiez!!! (Me thinks it was a conspiracy!) ;)

The Sugar Doll Award is about joy and happiness. In accepting the award, we have to agree to list 10 things that people may not know about you and then pass the award to fellow bloggers whose blogs bring joy and happiness to your life.

1. I wrote a horror story when I was 14 and tore it to pieces when I read it later--it really freaked me out!
2. Made it purple belt in Kempo Karate, but quit because I didn't like the way my instructor taught me.
3. Finds coloring my awesome drawings with any other medium besides pastels and color pencils intimidating because I haven't taken the time to learn the techniques!
4. Would rather help a friend in need than write (and I am a writing addict!)
5. I have taught my kids how to wash their own laundry.
6. I am learning how to crochet so that I can pass it onto my kidlets!
7. Find weeding the garden relaxing.
8. Saw the movie Avatar over 10 times! (*Blushing*)
9. I love to invent happy endings to already published books that I think stink.
10. I am actually more afraid of becoming a published author than remaining stagnant.


Okay, whew, so glad that that's over with, it's hard think of things no one knows about me since I'm always sharing what I do with everyone! :D

Okay, passing the torch along to my bloggie pals that bring smiles to my heart: Ali Cross, Jessica Bell, Shari Bird, Lisa Turner, Kim Coates, Amber Lynae, David West, and Carolina Miller. I have tons more, but it would take forever to read all the names.




Harley from Labotomy of a Writer
gave me this award! How fun! Just like her, I had a hard time trying to think of invented truths about me--in other words, lies. LOL. I can either tell 7 outrageous things about myself, and have you guess which is true and which isn't.
I'll then pass it on to seven others!

1. I'd rather have a spider in my hand than a worm.

2. I really love math.

3. I don't like any kind of chocolate-filled pastries.

4. I have been in a musical as a giant starfish, dancing across the stage while singing.

5. I love being pregnant.

6. I have been married 3 times.

7. I love loud, sonorous thunderstorms!


I pass this award to Michele Bell, Kimberly Job, Jenn Johansson, Julie Wright, Sheila Staley, Abby Annis, and Melissa Cunningham!



Angela, from Slushpile Slut, has bestowed the Happiness 101 Award! Thank you, you are such a sweetheart! :D
I'm to write 10 things that make me happy, but since I have done that already, I'll think of small and simple things:

  1. family
  2. hugs
  3. children
  4. springtime
  5. flowers
  6. good movies
  7. good books
  8. writing
  9. crocheting
  10. FRIENDS!!!!!!
I get to choose 5 wonderful peoples-friends:

Kim Coates at Sometimes Hard, But Oh-So Worth It!
Amber Lynae at Seroiusly Amber Lynae
Jewel Allen at Pink Ink
Jenn Johansson
Rebecca Blevins at I am a Pistachio


Tina Lynn from Sweet Niblets has given me this wonderful award!
Thank you, Tina! I really loved the sweet things you said about me! :D

I think this is one of the coolest awards I have seen out there, because it is in honors to our . . . commenters!!! This is for you! This goes out to anyone and everyone who ever left a comment. You make my heart smile! Thank you for all your wonderful, uplifting thoughts, guyz! :D




Whew! Have a wonderful week!

:)

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Heros of the Fallen, my review

David J. West, author of Heroes of the Fallen, has truly swept me into a world that he has brought forth from the dust.

It is a time of war, deception, intrigue. The Gadianton Robbers hide away in the mountains and slowly, like rabid rats to a sprawling wheat field, infest the rich cities--namely Zarahemla.

Corrupt men twist the laws as they overtake the government, hoping to bring the Robbers onto their golden streets.

No one is safe.

Join a handful of stouthearted warriors as they traverse the countryside, seeking unity to squelch the human plague.

It is a very rich, vivid, unforgettable world where the characters leap out of the pages and breathe life into the imagination. I love the people and truly feel beside them as they courageously take the roles against the corrupt leaders of their society. Others fall into their poisonous claws of deceit, and twisted to cruel will. The scenes took me from page to page, hurling me into gripping encounters.

The voice is both innovative, and riveting. With so many colorful peoples to salt this world, I found myself a bit confused as I tried to keep up with the many extraordinary names as this is written in the omniscient point of view. But because Heroes of the Fallen is well-paced, its battles gripping, and kingdoms true, I couldn't put the book down.

David makes harrowing traditions come alive to a seamless fault. He can tell a good story.

Watch the trailer!


Add Heroes of the Fallen to your library today! :)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Caught in the Web of Greed

Something I've been doing lately has me wondering. It seems that the more I'm given of something, the more I want. It isn't until I am consumed with wanting that I stop and realize that I need to reevaluate my gratitude. Then life becomes smoother.

What a wake up call.

This has happened with my writing, my friends, shoes.

Lately, yes, it sounds really trivial and I am ashamed to admit it, but I've found myself wanting more and more blog followers and sad when I don't have more every day. Now isn't that silly?

Then it hit me the other day. How sad that I don't appreciate the friends already there. How sad! I felt awful for taking you for granted and have since decided to quit obsessing.

I find the best way to keep myself in line is to always open my eyes to what I have and be happy with it.

How do you deal with life when things seem to get out of control?

photo found here

Monday, May 17, 2010

No Regrets

I woke up today with the strongest feeling to write this. Lisa's post inspired me today. It was a powerful read that had me thinking about how shy I used to be at one time and how I can be even now.

How many of us are shy? There are times when I wonder if what I say/write offends anyone. Or if I sounded foolish.

As a writer, how much of our souls are we exposing? I know a huge part. We are revealing an inner piece of our hearts as we open up.

I posted this quote: "So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains And we never even know we have the key." Aubrie, from Flutey Words, said, "Powerful quote today. I'm wondering what my chains are...maybe my doubts?"

Wow . . .

When I started out in my writing journey, I was reluctant to share with anyone. Sure I was thrilled to tell the story by mouth, but I felt it too personal to let them read it. As time grew older, I got braver. I came out with a few wounds, but they scarred over and since then vanished. I was able to handle criticism the more I shared.

The last few years, I've faced a similar but different phase of writing. That was to let everyone know my love of writing. I would say, "I've written a book," sometime during the conversation. They would politely nod and change the subject. Then, I felt unworthy to 'own' the title of writer.

Now, it's oh so different. Writing is mine and I'm writing's. I can go up to someone and tell them that I'm writing a book and plan to it have published very soon. I don't feel shy about it anymore. It's mine. I've owned up to what I want to be without having to worry about what others may think of me.

How does your writing journey look like? How did you face your demons and finally claim that you are a writer--an aspiring author?

(photos found here)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Flirt Fest Blogfest is here!

Critique This is holding the fun and spritely Flirt Fest Blogfest! Don't forget to visit all the other blogs for hours of flirting fun!

This is an excerpt, page 17 to be exact, from my Eros YA Romance Novel. Cupid has just been evicted from Mt. Olympus by the vindictive goddess of love, Aphrodite. His mom. He is to fend for himself. Seems to me like he's getting along famously, don't you think? But I'll let you be the judge!



“I like it when girls are soft. When they are breathless.”

She shrugged and dropped her face until her hair covered her eyes.

“Here, let me show you.”

Angie shrugged again and rolled her lips between her teeth. What an idiot she was. Of course it would be too wonderful to be real to have some gorgeous Greek hunk to want her. Even as a simple friend.

The cushion beside her depressed and she lost her balance with a shriek.

She gazed up into an endless pool of ocean green framed by dark cattail lashes. His smooth and flawless skin screamed out to her. His long hair soft wisps around his face.

“W-what?” she stammered.

Eros pressed a finger to her lips as he glided his thumb over the corner of her mouth. His hands felt soft and feathery against her face. His breath a soft puff of heavenly breeze.

Angie forgot how to breathe. She forgot how to kiss. She even forgot how to close her eyes. Too stunned to do so, she watched Eros with rapt fascination as his long lashes swept shut, the delicious corner of his mouth visible to her greedy stare.

She heard Eros smile.

“Soft. Breathless. Can you feel yourself?”

“Huh?”

Eros pulled away, his hands tangling in her hair. “I like it when girls listen to my touch.” He ran his knuckles across her cheekbone. Angie leaned into his caress. “I like it when girls listen to my breath.” He hovered over her ear and she shuddered with pleasure. “I like it when girls listen to my kiss . . .” He brushed his lips across her cheek until he met the corner of her mouth.

Angie squeaked when Eros pulled away, replaced by a sudden cruel cold whoosh.

She blinked many times and found him sitting across from her, his eyes half-closed as he watched her.

“Why did you stop?”

“I only wanted to show you what I like.”

“You did?” Angie sighed, trying so hard to still her wild heart. “So you liked it?” She couldn’t help how he could like her.


Thank you for dropping by! I hope you enjoyed this read! :)

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Need I Say More?




A fun diddy that Storymakers comes up with every year.

(They're holding a contest, if you can come up with a song and write the lyrics, they'll put you in their film. You must be a Utah resident 'cause they can't fly you in!)

special Friday guest was Jewel Allen--did you guess right?

Friday, May 14, 2010

Guess Who? ;)





This beautiful lady is graceful, talented and not afraid to mingle with new people. I've seen it first hand! ;) She loves anything pink, not afraid of spiders and has 3 cute kids!

Can anyone guess who she is?

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Birthday Wish

Today I am spoiling myself with the childhood movies I love!












What are your favorite childhood movies?

Double Entries


Today is the last day for automatic double entries for my rockin' contest! Hurry, follow my blog and enter to win!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Internal Conflict Blogfest

You can still enter my contest! Okay onto the Blogfest! :)


Jessica from The Alliterative Allomorph is holding the illusive internal conflict Blogfest. I invite you to go to her blog and visit her side bar where the list of other Internal Conflict Writers have participated! ;)

Hmmm . . .

This should be fun! Muahahahah! >D

This is my very first baby, Tragic Innocence, high fantasy. *Cooing* I started it out once upon a time when I was 17 years old. This is in its 4th-draft-before-I-learned-about-adverbs-and-adjectives state. In its purple prosey full glory. *Sigh* The good old days of ignorant bliss.

:D

Spring Brook is a sprite and very much in love with Crow, an elf warrior. She is showing a certain emotion toward Crow's unexpected guest, Pentulla. Can you guess what Spring Brook is feeling?


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Spring Brook began to quake with unspeakable jealousy as she sneered with criticism the beauty of the fair maiden. She was too pale for her liking. Her hair was too flaxen to the point that its under-hue shown too blue. As for her eyes, well, they were much too large for such a small face! Her chin was too pointed and her nose too long and narrow!


Spring Brook felt her chest rattling against her trembling palm that rested heavily against it. “Crow is mighty foolish for bringing in such fluff into my home! How dare he, how dare he!” Her voice rumbled deeply like an angry animal ready to pounce.


The maiden’s lashes lowered and Spring Brook followed her gaze to the hands that clasped a small leather pouch. Spring Brook’s heart stopped. The pouch was Crow’s. Her brows slashed downward with livid confusion. Who is this stranger and why did she possess something that belonged to Spring Brook’s beloved Crow? Answers, answers must be had!


A slight movement pulled Spring Brook’s attention as she recognized it as Crow’s hand. It barely skimmed the arm of the mysterious maiden, then lifted and dropped back down, nearly patting the small pouch within the nestling grasp of the accursed wench.


Spring Brook could feel her hackles rising and the many hairs upon her body bristle. She bared her teeth and clenched her hands into white-knuckled fists. “Oh no you don’t!” she hissed, holding herself back with such violence that her entire body began to tremble.


Spring Brook craned her neck a little further until she could make out Crow’s face by half. A wrinkly smile tickled the corners of his lips and an unfamiliar spark lit his brown eyes. She seethed with blooming resentment. Where had he been these past few fortnights only to come back bearing a stranger into this peaceful home?


Spring Brook hurled herself back into the enveloping darkness of the corridor and stilled her throbbing heart. How could Crow do this to her? She could feel her world crashing down all around her and the thought of being replaced made her angry. Did Crow find her somewhere and did his heart take pity upon her shabbiness? Was that the reason why he had dragged home the stray? A stray, came the thought as sharp as a piercing arrow. Was that what he thought of Spring Brook? Because I was on the brink of starvation when my valiant warrior came across--Spring Brook shook her head. What was she thinking of to be comparing herself to this homeless vagabond that now sat primly across from Spring Brook?


Crow’s soft laughter filtered into her steaming ears as she jerked back around the corner once more. This time his eyes were dancing as he reached out to grab for the nymph’s hand.


“Oh no you don’t!” Spring Brook bit her lip until she tasted blood.

"


I hope you enjoyed this excerpt. Your thoughts are always welcome! ;)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Yikes! There's a Writer in The House!

This had me laughing when my hubby asked me to edit his resume the other day.

It brought me to a time when his instructor assigned an essay. He came up to me and asked, "Hey can you read this and tell me how I can make it better?"

Oooh! I'm a writer. Editer. Critiquer. I can do it! This lands in my expertise!

Well, after I marked it up and handed him his neatly bleeding paper, he . . . guess what?
He hit the roof! He got mad at me and we got into a fight.

He complained with how picky I was. I told him that run-on sentences and misspelled words and the way the content was set up needed tons of work.

Now he is wary every time he asks for help.

How does having a writer work at your house?

(photo found here)

Friday guest was David West! :D

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Ultimate Multitasker!

Mothers and Writers.






What do we have in common?







Mothers
are nurses, doctors, janitors, chefs, laundresses, dishwashers, chauffeurs, consultants, comforters, readers, tutors, teachers, suppliers, income bringers, gardeners, coordinators, entertainers, hairstylists, fashion designers, veterinarians, therapists, financial consultants, dentists, secretaries, seamstresses, artists, swimmers, coaches, wood workers, interior decorators, make up artists, story tellers...


Writers
are world builders, fashion designers, psychologists, make up and special FX, dialogue builders, budgeting and scheduling, casting, directors, producers, editors, critiquers, clean up crew, characterization, grammar, tight-writing, no adverb using, no POV hopping, POV angles, genres, internalization, believability, honest writers, researchers, word count trackers, patience keepers, perseverance keepers, focus keepers, multi-personality peoples...

*Whew!


My little brain is spinning with all of these different jobs that each do! I know I must have missed some. Feel free to add to the list!

I applaud those who are Mothers and Writers!

Every day is Mother's day! :D


Photo of Octopus found here,
others here.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day!

I've stumbled upon this nifty website where you can upload PDF files. (If I knew about this long ago, I would've been able to have created more efficient posts) *Sigh*

I've written and read and heard many writers worrying how they balance things in their lives.

Here's a hand out you can print out and read if you want about the importance of taking care of yourself.



Let's be good to ourselves and try some of these pamperin' ideas*! *wink*



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Chocolate Facial Mask


This creamy mask is an excellent moisturizer, leaving your skin baby soft.
Recommended for normal skin.

1/3 cup cocoa powder
3 tbsp. heavy cream 2tsp cottage cheese
1/4 cup honey
3 tsp. oatmeal

mix the ingredients together (a bullet blender is ideal) and smooth onto face. Relax for ten minutes, then wash off with warm water.



Coffee Body Scrub

2 cups of coarsely ground coffee
1/2 cup raw sugar or sea salt
2-3 T massage oil

Mix all ingredients together. Take a hot shower to moisten your skin and open your pores. Using wide, circular moisten, rub the coffee exfoliant onto your skin with strong, even pressure. Shower off, pat skin dry, and apply a thin layer of your favorite body lotion.


Spa Index Bath Cookies


our most recent requested recipe!

2 cups finely ground sea salt
1/2 cup baking soda
1/2 cup cornstarch
2 T light oil
1 tsp vitamin E oil
2 eggs
5-6 drops essential oil of your choice

Preheat your oven to 350 F. Combine all the listed ingredients and form into a dough. Using teaspoon or so of dough at a time, roll it gently in the palm of your hand until it forms a ball. Form all dough into one teaspoons balls, and gently place them on an ungreased cookie sheet. Consider sprinkling the bath ball with herbs, flower petals, cloves, citrus zest and similar aromatic ingredients. Bake your bath cookies for ten minutes, until they are lightly browned. D not over back. Allow the bath cookies to cool completely. T use, drop 1 or 2 cookie into a warm bath and allow to dissolve. Yield: 24 cookies, enough for 12 baths.



*Yummy ideas copied from a handout


photo found here

Friday, May 7, 2010

Bad girl Blogfest!

This post is in honor of Andrew Rosenberg's Bad Girl Blogfest! Go check out the rest of the cool bad girl scenes there. :)

I have to admit that this scene should be between (movie ratings) Rated PG 13 and maybe R. *Blushing*

It has lots of scenes like this--but I was truly inspired and moved to write it. I've never written anything as dark before.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I wrote it!

The queen is plotting to kill her husband. She is lewd and open about her activity. Here, she taunts her lover, Chengral, with one of her slaves in hopes to see if he is capable of murdering the king.

Her slave entered, a blind covering his eyes. He bowed, the tray held high laden with food.


“Ah, you have come in time. There is a table there. Chengral?” she turned to him, her eyes glittering. “Call him over here to me.”


Chengral’s eyes darkened, his jaw set but he obeyed nonetheless. “You heard your queen.”


“Yes, come here, my dear.”


The slave moved slowly, his steps unsure, frightened.


“Look at him, Chengral. So willing. So strong. So capable.”


Chengral growled and Tanchaa laughed.


She pushed Chengral off her and slithered from beneath his delicious weight, her body responding fiercely, but she ignored it. “Look at him, Chengral. He is how I like them.” Tanchaa pressed herself against her slave, her arms wrapping around him, her leg sliding up, her wings limp.


The slave willingly reached out to her, his hands holding her to him, his mouth on her neck.


“Chengral? I want you to watch me.” She saw his lashes move, his eyes glittering with anger. “Can you smell him? My slave? Can you feel him?” She kept her eyes fast on Chengral, her lips grazing her slave’s shoulder as his lips gripped her neck. “Chengral. I—,” she cried out, her talons digging into her slave’s back.


She watched Chengral, his body tensing as he raised himself to his elbow, his wings flexing.

“Can you—,” Tanchaa gasped, her gaze trained to his, “—taste him?”


“I care not to, Tanchaa! What game is it you play with me?” He leaped from the bed.


The slave flinched from Chengral’s movement, but still, he kept his diligence in exploring the willing queen. “Go on,” she coaxed him, “It is well with him, too.” He groaned, his touches wandering further on her flesh.

Tanchaa watched Chengral pace back and forth, his jaw set and eyes flashing. He turned away, his magnificent back to her.


“Chengral? Come to me,” she said, her voice tantalizing, as she knew he would like it.


He turned to her, his body trembling. “I do not find sport in your play with another. What is it you want of me now?”


“Have you had him, my slave, Chengral? He is Letys. Yes, listen to his heart how it beats alongside mine. Listen to his breath as it mingles with that of my own and how his touches glaze my skin. He is Letys, my love. Do not forget that.”


Tanchaa sank her talon into her slave, crying out along with his whimper and she released her breath with languid sighs. She gazed at Chengral and smiled at his black stare. Slowly, she glided her fingertip along the wound, holding her lover’s glower.


“Chengral . . .” she whispered, dipping her fingertip into her mouth, the talon pressing against her cheek. “Almost . . .” she tilted her head back, her long hair shielding her eyes from his angry ones, “. . . as good. . .” Tancha turned so that her slave’s back was to Chengral, “. . . as you . . .”


With a shriek, she shoved her slave with all of her might into Chengral. She spun around and fled from his quarters.


She slammed out into the secret passageway, her chest falling from her shallow breaths of desire and emotion. Screaming. She heard her slave’s cries and she smiled, lovingly licking off his blood from her fingertip, her breath held inside her chest. He was the best of her slaves. Both in serving and pleasing. She released her breath. Too bad he was Letys.


Tanchaa straightened and glided her way down the secret passageways back to her own chambers. Her plans chased each other around and around in her head. How she longed for the old king to die. The old man who dared to defile her flesh. Being king gave him no rights to her body as he thought it would when he murdered her father.


She shuddered.


How she would love to see his corpse burn and his charred remains blown to the eight winds and his castle overrun. His people could fall along with him, she cared not.


Tanchaa closed the door to her chambers with a heavy sigh, her body trembling from the thoughts of her past. Long had it been since she had dared to indulge in her musings as she just had.


She mourned her slave.


“What a waste it was,” she grumbled, moving to the looking glass, her hands touching where he had. He was young, perfect and oh so handsome. Almost as good as Chengral as she had said. She hoped that her actions would spur Chengral into action against the Letys. She knew he was willing enough, but she could still see the doubt—the question in his eyes like the vapors from the depths of the ground. Shifty and slippery.


Would he do her bidding as she so desired? Was it motivating enough that she become his queen?



(I thought you might want to hear the conclusion of this scene as it's already been 826 words. Just 104 more to see what really happens to the poor slave . . .)

Tanchaa reached for her brush and watched with anticipation as it ran through her long, thick, black lengths. She tossed her hair, watching the shine rippling down her back as she turned to her side. She spread her wings and glided her hands along her curves.


“Chengral . . .” she sighed, wishing he was present.


“Not such a waste after all, Tanchaa.”


“Chengral!” she cooed, whirling around to him. A frown pulled her lips down as she saw her slave standing there, his head bowed and blind still over his eyes. “What is the meaning of this? I thought you had slain him?”



for more reading fun, click here (fight scene) and here (blood bath)!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

My Birthday Contest!

CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED

Before and After





















This is what I'll do to you when you win! ;)
(okay, I could've drawn my Avatar's eyes a touch bigger, oh well. *sigh*)

Basic Writing Tools


I find that if I don't put on my blinders,
I will become easily distracted--even to the smallest of trivial things!
(This goes for thoughts, too!)





Okay okay okay . . . I stole this brilliant idea from Paulette at 700blankpages. I didn't even paraphrase. I totally plagiarized. It was way too perfect to pass up and not share with you!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Jessica at The Alliterative Allomorph is holding one awesome contest!
She needs 200 followers before the end of May 31. The prizes are phenomenal being
critiques done by professional editors!

Good Luck!

:)

Recipes for Writers on the Go!

I came across some quick dinner recipes from the Perspectives journal by UtahState Univerisity extension. I thought what better way to create more time for writing??

Muahahahaha!

I hope you find something here that you like! :D

Quick Burritos:

Spread flour tortillas with heated canned refried beans, add some chopped leftover chicken or other meat, lettuce, sour cream, drained diced canned tomatoes, grated cheese, and salsa, then roll up.

Baked Potato Meal:

Microwave potato. Slit and fluff potato then top with steamed vegetables, grated cheese, chopped green onion, chopped ham, and drizzle with ranch salad dressing.

Black Bean Quesadilla:

Drain one can black beans; lightly mashed. Add 1/2 cup salsa; spread on tortilla. Sprinkle with cheese; broil.

Baked Tortellini:

Place ready to eat tortellini in a lightly greased casserole dish. Pour spaghetti sauce over the top, add a few sliced olives, pepperoni slices, and drained bottled mushrooms. Top with mozzarella cheese. Bake or microwave until hot and bubbly.



Mmmm. This got me so hungry. I think I'll try the quesadilla first! :D













(yummy photos found here)