Friday, July 30

Kid Free Weekend: Does It Equal Plenty of Writer Time?

My mother, bless her soul, had picked up my kiddos for her monthly weekend visit. And I have just one word to offer.


YES!!!!!
*Dancing in circles, doin' the booty-pop*
I've really, really, really needed this kid-free weekend. Aside from the hope that I'll get plenty of writing, editing, plotting, and critiquing done with all this free time, I just really need a breather from the stresses of my three rebellious children.

Yeah, I know. I'm such a horrible mother. I love my children more then anything, but when you're bipolar and haven't been on your meds in.... oh, close to six months now(?)... Trust me... you welcome the break.

Speaking of breaks: Is it illegal to break into the doctor's office and throw a temper-tantrum and bust up all their shit until they actually get off their asses and do something for you? Hmmm... I'll have to look into that.

Back to my kid-free dreams for the weekend... I think I'll order a pizza, crack open the bottle of wine, and - if I get at least one crit done, 1000 new words wrote, and 2000 edited words by this evening - I may just veg out in front of the Sons of Anarchy or Supernatural as a treat for not snapping and breaking into the doctors office ... this week. *grins*

Guess the only way to accomplish that list is to get my fingers in gear and get started.

What's you're methods for relaxation? When you have those moments of free-time, how do you spend them? Do you ever fantasize about breaking into my doctors office? Would you like to? =D

Thursday, July 29

100 Followers Contest at CritiqueThisWIP

We've reached 100 followers at CritiqueThisWIP!

Yay! *dances in circles*


And, as a way to show our appreciation we're holding a contest! So what are the wonderful prizes? Well, I'm glad you asked. Since CritiqueThisWIP is all about critiquing and us helping each other on the path to publication, what better way to show some love to our followers then by doing what we do. So, here's the prizes:

**First Place: Three (3) chapters critiqued by CTW members!

**Second Place: Two (2) chapters critiqued by CTW members!

**Third Place One (1) chapter critiqued by CTW members!


The contest will run from today (July 29th) to Friday August 6th, and the winners will be announced on Monday August 9th.

Interested? Oh, come on! You know you are! Head over to CTW and participate in our contest! We look forward to seeing you over at CTW.

Also, I'm halfway to 100 followers here on Writer Junkie. And I'm chomping at the bit to host a 100 follower contest here. I even have prizes picked out. =D

Monday, July 26

Author Interview @ CTW: Suzie Bethell

Today Jill interviewed me over at Critique This WIP... so head over there and read the inner-workings of my mind! If you dare. :D

I know I've been MIA for quite some time now. We learned Saturday, the 17th, that my husband's brother passed away. I wasn't particular close to that brother of my husband's, but he was. So it's been a trying time for him and I've spent little to no time on anything of mine writing related. I did post my Tuesday Tag over at CTW, which you can read by clicking here. I also edited about 3000 more words on No Shame.

Now that my husband has gone back to work, I'm hoping to do the same, as well. Last night I stayed up working on my Wednesday post on CTW which I'll be talking about the elements you want to add in your climatic scene, or Black Moment as some call it. So, keep checking back for updates.

Sunday, July 18

~Blogfest of Death: Time to Die!!~

This wonderful blogfest ~Blogfest of Death~ is hosted by my fellow CTW-er Tessa . Thanks Tessa, for such an awesome blogfest. Anytime I can kill someone is a bright, happy day for me! Metaphorically speaking, of course! :)

So, for Tessa's blogfest I decided to kill someone random just for the sport of it!! Mwahhhhhhaaaaaa

*clears throat* O_o What?


My little Snippet which I've titled simply "Friends"


Suki Wilson cried softly into her hands. Blood smeared across her hands, face, and covered her body in the rich acidic coppery scent.

She had loved Seth so much, and hated him almost as much. But did that excuse her actions? How could she have done what she did? How could she have allowed him to aggravate her to this extreme? She’d always known he could bring out the worst in her, but was this really it?

Who the hell was she now that she’d committed this act? This strange, insane woman, crying because she’d killed the man she loved most or was she the same woman as when she’d gotten out of bed this morning? Would God now open the gates of Heaven to strike her dead and watch, laughing, as he sent her to the pits of Hell?

An eternity ago, when she picked up the knife, all she wanted to do was shut him up for two seconds. In one fit of rage, it ended up being permanent. A hysterical laugh erupted from her throat.

Well, dead men didn’t talk, did they?

But what happened to the women that killed them?

A Maximum Security Women’s Prison, where a woman nicknamed Butch made you regret every dishonest thing you’d done since birth.

Oh, and then there was Hell… well, there was no need to think of that one. It made the Women’s Prison a vacation.

Oh, God… or worse… she’d be damned with a guilty conscience that made one place both and ten times more unbearable.

She couldn’t go to prison. Hell was the one place she couldn’t control, but prison she could.

What on earth could she possibly say to the police that would convince them that she hadn’t intended to kill Seth? That he was damn annoying and didn’t know when to shut up? That after fifteen years, she’d finally reached her limit and forced him to shut up? Maybe she could just be honest, tell them how she knew he loved her more than anything, but continually disrespected her with near daily emotional abuse.

She shook her head. That wouldn’t work. They’ll still lock ya up and throw away the key. Do you realize how many women use that “abuse” excuse for murder?

Just a mere two feet from Seth’s lifeless body, she stood and paced as her brain accessed the facts and possibilities. The only sound was her labored breathing, her footsteps silenced by the thick carpeting. Rubbing her forehead along the brow line, she forced her mind to work.

She could go to the cops. Admit what she’d done and spend the rest of her life behind bars. But that really wasn’t an option. She knew murder was wrong, but she also knew her conscience would remind her everyday what she’d done, and that would have to be punishment enough.

If it weren’t for that five inch long gash across his throat she could possibly make it look like an accident. Everyone who knew Seth knew how accident prone he was. But there was no way someone could accidentally slit their own throat, not even Seth. So an accident was out of the question.

How could she get rid of him? As though his death had nothing to do with her?

Glancing around the small, dim living room her mind worked frantically for a solution.

Her gaze landed on his latest fishing magazine and an idea began to form in her mind. As she gathered up his fishing supplies, she wondered if regular everyday fish ate the flesh of humans. She guessed anything was possible. She was a regular everyday housewife, and she’d just murdered her husband.

Twenty minutes later she tossed his rod and reel in the back of his truck along with the tackle box, his favorite lounging chair, his ice chest, and the other things she’d seen him take fishing on occasions.

She walked back into their – her – living room, she stopped where his blood soaked body lay on the deep maroon carpet. It should be easy enough to hide the stain until she could ‘remodel’ her house… or sell it.

“Guess that color was a good idea after all.”

After several attempts to drag his body outside, Suki released her hold on Seth’s shoulders. Only five feet from where his body had fallen, she let his head plop against the floor. She’d never get him out the door, much less anywhere in his truck. She hadn’t anticipated his large frame when she’d decided on this plan.

A lump formed in her throat and tears burned against her lids, as she fell into a crumbled mess onto the floor near Seth’s body. When the police saw his truck loaded for a fishing trip that would make anything she said more suspicious. She’d never be able to pull this off. The end was coming. The only thing left for her to do was call the police herself.

The song “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” broke through her sobs. Confused, she stared around.

It’s your cell phone. She finally realized.

“Marissa.” She breathed on a sigh of relief.

It was her best friend, Marissa Evans’, ring tone. Scrambling across the carpet in the direction of the music, she found her purse slung on the couch. As the final notes came close, she dug the small cell phone from its holder and flipped it open. Sobbing, she barely uttered hello.


“What’s going on, Suki? I have this… feeling.” Marissa was always getting feelings. They’d been such good friends for so long they tended to anticipate what each other were feeling. Just hearing Marissa’s voice calmed her enough to think.

“Oh, my God. You’ll never believe…. I mean, it just happened. And now-” The words came out rushed. Suki barely understood them.

“I’m on my way.”

Suki wanted – no, she needed – Marissa with her, but that wasn’t best for Marissa. “No. I…. You can’t come over. I’ve done something terrib-”

“Suki. You’re in it, I’m in it. To the end. I’m on my way.”

Before Suki could argue any further, the phone was dead.

As dead as Seth. But the phone she could bring back. She could call Marissa back. Refuse to allow her to come over. She could call the cops and have them here before Marissa could show up. Her options were huge as far as the dead cell phone went. But she did nothing. She sat there, phone still clutched in her hand, five minutes later when Marissa showed up.

Not bothering to knock, Marissa charged in the room.

Two hours later, both women covered in a mixture of blood and mud, Suki knew what the true meaning of the word ‘friend’ was.


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Okay now, ladies and gents... rush over to Tessa's blog and read the other entries... they are bound to be murderous fun! :-)

Tuesday, July 13

Tuesday Teaser: No Shame for the Wicked... And a Note about Tin House Books.

Another snippet from No Shame for the Wicked. This (unedited) scene is after Luc and Olivia "met". Luc just saved her from Titus, and they are fleeing into the country... The first bit is a leftover from the previous scene and it's in Luc's POV... after *** It's in Olivia's POV

Forgive my less then imaginative intro... my little hellion - that would be my 3 year old daughter :D - is proceeding to scream at my 16 year old for not bowing to her every whim. :D My brain isn't in "writer mode". It's stuck in "Mommy mode".

On to the teaser...


“So,” he turned in his seat to face her, resting one hand along the back of the seat, the other against the steering wheel. It was high time for some truths. At least ones she knew. “What is your last name, Olivia?”

“If I answer yours, you have to answer mine.” She stuck her hand out towards him. “Deal?”

Not ready for her to learn all about him, he kept his hands resting where they were, and simply nodded. “Deal.”

She looked offended, but quickly dismissed the hurt. “Rinehart.”

Son of a bitch. Olivia was Ruby Rinehart’s daughter. In the flesh, feet from him, the missing daughter of one of the most powerful Luri Keepers this world had ever known. Yep, his luck sucked.

And now he knew why Titus was after her as well.

Damn The Order.

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“Now it’s my turn.” Olivia watched as rage lit through his eyes, scaring the hell out of her. Why her last name would bring out that reaction, she couldn’t guess. She didn’t want to. She just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

“What’s your question?” He asked as though she was inconveniencing him with her question.

“How the hell did you know my real name?”

“There’s a lot about you that I know, Olivia.”

Her name on his lips sounded like a lovers kiss. She forced her mind away from his tempting lips and focused on his words.

“How? How do you know me?”

“That’s not a conversation to have in a parking lot, with Titus possibly tailing us. We need to go somewhere safe. I need to call my boss and then I can answer more of your questions.”

The way he stumbled over the word boss gave her pause. What did his boss have to do with her? Much less know anything about her?

His gaze raked over her face, his eyebrows drawn in concentration for several seconds. “Can you trust me, Olivia? For the time being?”

“Do I have a choice?”

He smiled apologetically at her before he silently turned in his seat.

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Olivia, That Rebel with a Blog has a very interesting post on her blog about Tin House Books accepting unsolicited submissions if you have a receipt... If your looking for agent, or publisher, run over to her blog and read her post.

Monday, July 12

Author Interview @CTW: Tessa Conte

Over the last two weeks, as with the next two weeks, we've dedicated our Author Interviews to those members of CTW. Courtney and Margaret has been interviewed, and I interviewed Tessa Conte, from Tessa's Blurb over the weekend.


Tessa's interview was posted today at Critique_This_WIP, so head over there and see the inner-workings of her mind. Make sure to check back each Monday for more Author interviews. And, of course, if you'd like to be interviews (published and un-published author's alike) just shoot a email to critiquethiswip @ gmail dot com or drop a comment letting us know.


Now, remember: next Monday (July 19th) Courtney will interview Jill. The week after (July 26th) Jill will interview me. Let us know if you wanna be put in the "spotlight". :D

Sunday, July 11

Tagged: What's in My Bag?

I’ve been tagged by the uber-sweet Elizabeth to reveal what’s in my bag...




It looks all nice and neat on the outside, yes? Let's look at the inside...




Really, it doesn’t look any better when it’s inside my purse. This is very little compared to normal. So, I’ll try to make a little sense out of the mayhem you’re staring at…


Always, always is my little notebook and pen for jotting down tidbits for writing… be it an idea, thought, character saying… whatever strikes me. Then there’s my mouse and adapter for my laptop that I have to keep in my purse since my daughter likes to play with it. Then my iPhone, its charger/computer cord and earphones for when I need to block out the world. There’s two sets of keys, one set goes to my car and the other to my son’s car. Since I haven’t gotten to my daughter’s baby-book yet I’m still carrying around her ER bracelet and after-care instructions… man, I really to get it done. The rat-tail comb is for my daughter, when we’re out and about and her pigtails come out, it’s a vital necessity to have on hand. But the thick rubber-band is for me. I cannot eat without having my hair pulled out of my face, so I keep one on stand-by…. Hmmm… let see… that leaves my wallet – with the sonic receipt stuck too it (it has a survey that gives you a free drink), sunglasses – only one pair this time… usually I have at least two one for me, one for my daughter, and Midol (mine), buttpaste (daughter’s), and tweezers.

It seems the larger the bag I carry, the more junk that’s crammed in it. Lately I’ve been taking to just carrying my wallet, phone and keys unless I’ll be gone for more then a few hours.

Okay, I’ve shared the nitty-gritty of my purse/bag…. Now I’ll tag……

Margaret
Olivia

Feel free to share with me and my readers what’s in your bag… come on, don’t be shy! :D

Friday, July 9

Friday Fiction @ CTW: Scene 14

Okay, ladies and gentlemen! Today is Friday Fiction over at CTW (Critique_This_WIP)... and, guess who was the lucky writer today!

Yup! It was me!!! YAY!

I've been excited all week about getting to write the Friday Fiction @ CTW. When Margaret left off last week, Shane and Erica had just had a sensual moment during a leg cramp and decided to camp out in the Arizona desert (of course, that's because he torched her RV with a dead body inside!). So, today's finally Friday... And I got to post my scene!

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Shane stared at the stars from his make-shift bed, feet from Erica. Desire burned deep inside him, urging him to simply close the distance and take her in his arms.

Hell, a little coaxing on his part - a touch here, a caress there, a few whispered words - and she'd fall into his arms willingly enough. Since that one insane moment when that sexy little moan escaped her lips he'd been plunged into a fantasy of "What if".

He folded his hands behind his head, using them for a pillow. The graze on his shoulder, freshly bandaged after they ate, offered a weak protest when his muscles bunched beneath his head.

He might be a con-artist, but he wasn't a complete shmuck. Erica's life had been turned upside down because she was kind enough to give him a ride. He didn't feel like wearing World's Biggest Asshole on his forehead. Not twice in one day, anyways.

"This isn't going to work, ya know."

He turned to face her. Head propped up by her hand, she lay facing him on her own bedding. the dying fire danced across her skin, giving it a deep golden glow.

"What's that?" He asked.

"You. Me." She paused, her gaze glanced around their campsite. "With all this... distance between us."............................................

Yes, I know I'm a tease... but is Erica?

Rush over to CTW and read the rest!

And remember... leave comments... that way we know you were there! :)

Ah, and PS:
CTW is hosting a Tuesday Tag now... if you want to participate (can you say free advertising for your blog!!!) and write a installment for it, just drop a comment on the blog or shot an email to critiquethiswip @ gmail dot com.

Thursday, July 8

Thursday Ticket: Editing & How I Hate It....


If you’re anything like me, you have a love/hate relationship with editing. You love it, because it allows you to polish your work. Make it shine! You hate it, because you have to polish your work. Make it shine!

I’m one of those types of people that can not read the same book over and over again. For me, once I’ve read a book… that’s it. I’m done with it. Very, very few books can hold my interest and/or surprise me enough to make me want to go back and read them again. Karen Templeton’s “What A Man’s Gotta Do”, VC Andrews (Ruby and Cathy’s series and My Sweet Audrina), and a couple others that I can’t name right off hand are the only books to ever make me reread them.

That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy most of the books I’ve read. There have been countless books that I’ve been completely unable to put down, they were THAT good. From start to finish, I’ll read them in one sitting. And I’ll rush out to the store to buy up anything that author has out! But, once I get the book read. That’s it. I’m generally done.

Can you see where I’m going here?

So I’ve reread MY book about ten times. And each time I change it, a little. Words: here and there. Sentences: deleted or added. And so on… but in essence, I’ve read my book at least ten times. And my creativity is feeling it! My muse is about done with me, I know.

She’s crying out to be unleashed on something new. To tackle something fresh and fun, instead of the same book we’ve been working on for the last… ohhh… eight (8) months. She’s even tempting me with bits for books that would make No Shame for the Wicked the first book in a series.

Of course, I was kind of hoping that last pass through of edits would be the last of them. But, Jill- a fellow CTW-er critiqued my chapter one and pointed out some very good points. One main one being… I abuse the hell out of –ly and –ing!

Apparently (ha! –ly) I had 238 words with –ing and 80 with –ly in that one chapter!! I know! Right! How horrible am I?

Aside from the horrible writer that makes me… you know what else it means?

Yep… You guessed it. More editing. More rewriting! More reading!


I’m sure by the time I get No Shame edited and ready to be submitted, my muse will no longer be speaking with me. I’ll just have to suck up to her with some major brownies and coffee. She can’t stay mad at me. She loves me. Regardless of what she says.

And all of that is why I’d rather just do it right the first time. Now, if my brain and my muse would come together and make that happen. Until then… I’m stuck editing! :)

What things help you get through the editing process? Are you an abuser of –ly & -ing?

Tuesday, July 6

Tuesday Teaser: No Shame for the Wicked

Last Tuesday, at the end of my Eclipse Review (just cause I couldn't help myself!) I posted a small snippet introducing you to Luc - my protagonist from No Shame for the Wicked. So, this week I'll introduce you to Olivia, my heroine.

Olivia is inside The Golden Pony, the strip club where she works. It's her last night, and she's looking for the owner, Sal, to get paid and get the hell out of there. When she spots him...

Sal's bulky silhouette and bald head drew her attention across the crowd. He wasn't alone. The blonde man speaking to Sal towered over him by several inches. His hair hung in a smooth curtain that brushed against his trim waist. He was striking, with his perfect features and pale skin set against the all black clothing he sported.

Olivia had never been one to be attracted to blonde men or men with long hair, but this man deserved another glance. Or ten.

His posture was confident, shoulders parallel to the floor, and his strong chin angled just enough to be borderline cocky as though the world, and everyone in it, were his to control. Even from this distance his features were flawless. Too perfect. He looked as though he stepped from the pages of GQ - if they did a Goth version.

As smoking hot as this guy was, he reeked of danger.

That, unfortunately, was just the type of guy she generally fell for.

Olivia kept her ass planted on the bar stool and decided to wait until the men were finished talking before she approached Sal. She preferred to keep her distance from the blonde man wearing black leather pants that screamed of heavenly sin.

Honestly, who still wore black leather pants? And how did this man manage to make them sexy again?

Sexy, sexy. Dangerous, dangerous.

She watched the two men interact. Tried to pry her eyes away from Sal's visitor, but they stayed locked on to him - which only made her madder. An unseen force held her captive, helpless to do anything but stare. A mixture of intrigue and annoyance filled her with each movement. From the shake of his head that sent his hair shimmering in the lights to the wide grin that crossed his face when he shook Sal's hand - she was helpless to turn away, and slightly turned on.

Sal trotted off towards his office, leaving his visitor standing alone. Just as he turned his eyes skipped across the crowded room and locked on Olivia's open stare.

Ice cold shivers traced a path down her spine.

Definitely not the good kind of shivers, either. This kind screamed at her to say the hell with the money Sal owed her and run far away from The Golden Pony and that guy.

Sunday, July 4

Saturday inSanity: Lingering Effects, Birthday Party, Chapter Edits & Gettin My Groove Back.

I'm in a funk. Not a "writer's block" kind of funk. Just a "where-the-hell-has-my-creativity-gone" kind of funk.

Yes, I'm a day late on my inSanity post. It's my blog and I'll procrastinate if I wanna. :-)~

And, I wanna'd.

I've actually been struggling with Chapter Four edits of No Shame for the Wicked. I noticed a gap in the story where something "should have" happened, but didn't. So I'm having to add it. And for some awful reason, I can't get in my groove.

I don't know if it's the lingering effects of this stomach bug or if it's just with the holiday weekend (which is also my daughter's birthday) that has my mind so preoccupied. No matter what I do, I can't get my mind to pull together the scene for Chapter Four.

I know what the scene is about, where it's going, and -basically- how to get there. But when I sit down behind the keyboard my fingers refuse to move and my mind goes completely blank on how to get there.

I tried working with some writing prompts to get my creative juices flowing. That stalled out.

I went to Dr.Wicked's Write or Die page. I set it on Kamikaze Consequences with Evil Grace Period for 500 words in twenty minutes. About fifty words in.... yep, you guessed it. Blank. Nada. I couldn't even stumble my way through a few more words. I was rewarded with a haze of red eating up my measly little fifty words. And couldn't bring myself to care. I knew they sucked.

I figure my creativity is just sacked out from not using it for days while I was sick. Or maybe it's just on a mini-vacation because I've been obsessed with getting my daughter's party going with how I'm going to do fireworks this year.

Whatever the case, I decided to lay off my chapter edits and to work on Friday Fiction (FF) for my group...

And after a bumpy start, surprise of all shocks... I have gotten most of my scene wrote. I'll have to skim through it for edits and such, but I'm super excited to get it posted! And I'm still toying with how to end it... but at least I accomplished something, right!?

Now I'm left trying to figure out why I could come up with a scene out of thin air, but can't manage to write one I already know.

Have you found yourself able to write, just not what needed to be wrote? How do you get out of funks? Does Write or Die help you? Writing prompts?

Thursday, July 1

Thursday Ticket: Word Count for Submissions

Here it is, Thursday night, and I haven't posted for my scheduled "Thursday Ticket" before now. Well, to be honest, I'll be cheating a little tonight, too.

The three oldest members of my house has come down with some stomach bug (my husband, myself, and my son) and I just haven't felt like sitting behind a computer screen at all today. I forced myself to work through a few pages of edits on Chapter Four of No Shame. Other than that... nada. So, please forgive that this will be the shortest - and quite possibly the worst - blog post of all time. :)

As for Word Count on your MS/WIP.

I did ask a question at eHarlequin about a rumor I've recently heard about word count. Are we to still use the method of "250 words a page" or do we use Word's actual word count?

The old way was multiple steps to set up your page to get as close to 250 words a page as possible. Because of my icky feeling, well... my brain just ain't coming up with the steps. And, to be honest, I've had Word set up to automatically start every document "250 Words" ready.

Wayne was gracious enough to answer - at least through eHarlequin's standards. It's out with the old and in with the new. eHarlequin, as well as several other publishers, from my understanding, are no longer looking at MS's as each page consisting of 250 words. Now they use actual computer word counts.

What this means for formatting a MS, I'm still unclear on. I figure... I'll still format in the "old" way, and just use Word's numbers instead of the "assumed" ones. I like the way the MS looks with the indents, spacing, and alignment. It just looks crisper and more professional. So unless I stumble across new "formatting" guidelines, I'll just stick with the old.

Has anyone heard about new formatting guidelines?