Tag Archives: romance

#MirthMusicMon – Ninjas Suck at Flirting

3 Aug

It’s true. See for yourself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuMVYNCYlWM

See? Told ya.

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Now for a song I have known for a long time and just discovered that it was sung by Nat King Cole.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ad6EL-qTGl8

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That’s my addition today. 🙂

To see who else is joining Mirth and Music Monday this week click HERE.

That’s the same place to click if you would like to play along this week.

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A Second Excerpt from I Killed Them, Mama

7 Jan

Title  I Killed Them Mama in yellow on purple - croppedI got another 1,103 words done today.  It took me a slightly demoralizing two hours.  I am, however, consoled by the fact that those thousand words were in several different places in the book.

I have decided to post another excerpt.  This part was written during the mad dash that was November and NaNoWriMo.  It has not really been edited, and it most likely will change at least a bit before everything is said and done.

Without further ado, an excerpt from my romantic/suspense work-in-progress: I Killed Them, Mama…

Dear Mama,

Your granddaughter is growing well.  My doctor congratulated me on taking such good care of my pregnant self through such a tragic time.  It was so hard not to laugh right in her face.  The longer I have to put up with this, the more I think I should move away from here.  Can’t yet, though.  Hubby still isn’t in the ground.  That’s tomorrow. 

His family, being actually useful for once, has stepped in and are taking care of all the arrangements.  They don’t know about the life insurance money that I’ll be getting in a few days, so they’ve also footed the bill.  His female relatives are taking care of the food, and decorating his Aunt Alvera’s house for the reception after the grave side service.  And I won’t even have to do any driving.  They have hired a car and driver for me for the entire day.  One of the few good things about a family who’s more concerned with how they appear than with how they actually act.  But, at least I will be able to leave the reception early, pleading tiredness and a headache.

Heaven forbid anything happen to their little bun in my oven.  They are already talking about which five-year-old boy she should marry.  This family is nuts. 

 

 

Dear Mama,

It was difficult, but I survived the funeral and reception.  So many people came!  That grave side felt like a flash mob had attacked.  The house was full to bursting.  I didn’t have to pretend to have a headache, I got a migraine.  What really did me is was all the different smells.  Everyone, it seemed had on the most obnoxious perfumes and aftershaves imaginable.  The personal care scents mixed with aroma of too many people, then met so many food smells I thought I was going to hurl. 

What sealed the deal is when His cousin Len tried to cop a feel.  The stench of tequila on his breath turned my stomach so fast I didn’t have time to go anywhere.  So he got it.  All down his front.  Oh, the luxuries of being pregnant.

The scream he let out is what really got us the attention of the entire room.  I haven’t heard a shriek like that since the last time I watched The Blob. 

He got hustled out of the room by his father, I got gently led to the nearest bathroom, and some random female relative cleaned up the mess.  By the time I was tenderly re-seated in the large drawing room it didn’t even smell like puke anymore.  It smelled like cigar.  One whiff of that on top of all the others and I asked for my coat.

For other info, and another excerpt from I Killed Them, Mama, please read this post, and then this post.

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Until Next Time…

If you were forced to write a suspense novel (assuming you don’t have one bursting to be written) what do you think you would make it about?

Do you enjoy reading light suspense (with a touch of humor, some romance in the second half, and a happy ending, ah-hehm)?  Do you know of any authors who have written books like this?  I would love to read them.

Who’s your favorite suspense novelist?

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Who Knew?

24 Nov

I went to my very first Thanksgiving Sale on Thursday evening.  It was crazy.  It also turned out to be a great place to work on my NaNoWriMo suspense novel.

My brave companion needed a new computer; while silly me just needed a couple cans of cream of mushroom soup.  Yeah, I’m that much of a procrastinator.  So we found the line he needed stand in and wait for his computer.  I, on the other hand, went to the in-store Subway and got a sandwich (this writer is not much fun when her blood sugar is on the down swing).

While munching away on a club sandwich I pulled a notepad out of my purse.  Not really anything else I could do, since my chaperone was going to be in line for over an hour.  However, he’s the same person who, while on the drive to the store, had recommended a couple of poisons for my main character to use on her in-laws.  So, in a rare burst of temporal frugality I took that time to write out what we had discussed.

Before I knew it several pages were filled, and I had more or less figured out most of the rest of my plot.  I now know who all she’s going to frame for what, who else goes down with them when they blab about what they’re really into, a pale outline of the main fall-out from the domino effect, and how the city will react and recover.

I even have a twisted happily-ever-after; since I’m not happy unless my favorite character is, too.  She’s going to get some unexpected attention from a good man.  This really didn’t start out as a romance, but really, how long did I honestly think I could hold out before it turned a little bit toward that genre.

Who knew that a Subway restaurant, during an insane shopping extravaganza, would be the perfect place to put together the last major threads of a plot?

Perhaps I really am such an astonishingly talented writer that I can write anywhere, anytime?

Uh…

More like all the bustle and noise gave me the perfect incentive to delve inside myself and forget the boggling world outside.

All I’m really sure of is that when finally home I could barely contain my need to get all those fresh thoughts into the computer.

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NaNoWriMo word count is up to a whopping: 11,305.  Not going nearly as fast as I want to, but I have rearranged my schedule some so that I can spend more time typing way.

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Until Next Time…

Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever worked on a writing project?

And

How did you handle your first crazy holiday shopping experience?

Was it almost like a regular shopping trip?  Or more like the movie Jingle All The Way?

Getting To Know You

8 Nov

I love to read.

That didn’t come out right.

I Love to Read.

It seems, however, that I am rather persnickety about what I am willing to pick up.

I will read certain types of fantasy, almost all romance (unless it’s too sappy), some action/adventure, as long as it’s not too bloody, satire, humor, fun, cute, light, or girly.

What I can not stand, is an ill-written book.  I can look past typos, and even a tired cliché or two; just please don’t base your entire plot on a watery character who is supposed to fall for a guy who’s English is way too correct to be a believable person.

My favorite genre to read: Is Terry Pratchett’s work a genre? ( http://www.terrypratchett.co.uk/ )

My favorite Genre to write: I thought it was romance, but I started a suspense for NaNoWriMo and I am really enjoying myself.

If I could hang out with a book character: It would have to be Captain Carrot of the Ank-Morpork City Watch, from Terry Pratchett’s Disc World series.  Because if I stuck beside him for an entire shift I would get to meet the rest of the officers, and get a good tour through the city.

Alright, my precious Audience, I am curious about a few things.

1.)    What is your favorite genre to read?

2.)    What is your favorite genre to write?

3.)    If you could hang out with a character from a book, who would you pick?  Why?

P.S.  Agnus and The Hitman is not just a book for girls.  My husband laughed his butt off when I read it aloud in the car on the way to and from work.