It’s been a really busy month so far. Any Serialists besides me doing National Novel Writing Month?
If you can, check out Ann’s Steal Tomorrow serial.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
You’ve seen the great teasers. This book is full of them! Just as you’d expect from Eloisa James, it’s a great Historical Romance.
From the back cover: A marquess’s sheltered only daughter , Lady Roberta St. Giles falls in love with a man she glimpses across a crowded ballroom: a duke, a game player of consummate skill, a notorious rakehell who shows no interest in marriage – until he lays eye on Roberta.
Yet the Ear of Gryffyn knows too well the price required to gain a coronet is often too high. Damon Reeve, the earl, is determined to protect the exquisite Roberta from chasing after the wrong destiny.
Can Damon entice her into a high-stakes game of his own, even if his heart is likely to be lost in the venture?
To win a copy simply leave a comment on this post. You have until November 27th, midnight. I’ll do the drawing on the 28th and post the winner here. International entries are welcome.
Out of step, out of time, out of sorts
From as far back as she could remember
it has been this way.
Now at 85 she’s turning
cartwheels in the nursing home
sending wheel chairs and metal trays
scattering.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Jill: Help me move this globe. It’s in the way.
Jack: Sure thing, Darling.
Jack: This is harder than I expected.
Jill: Keep trying. They say with the right leverage you can move the world.
Jack: But we’ve got no leverage!
Today’s theme is Two
Previously in Jack and Jill: Light of My Life
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Sometimes she gets that look on her face, that better-than-you expression that makes me want to crawl off in a hole somewhere, like I’m so dirty she can’t stand it. Then suddenly she smiles and I know I was wrong. Everything is great. She’s fun and I’m wonderful. Until she gets that look again. Don’t know if I love her or hate her.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Here’s the beginning of the book and the wallpaper I made to keep me on track. I’m calling the book The Dragon’s Are Afoot.
I know you said to write it as if you would never read it, but I tried several times, and I can’t seem to get started. I’m sorry. It’s strange enough revealing everything, not knowing who you intend to give this to, but to act like you don’t know any of it…. But I’ll try again. When I get to the part where you come in, I’ll treat you like anybody else in this story. I’ll say “he” instead of “you” even though we both know it is you.
It all started when Mother threw me out. Isn’t it ironic that such a kindly and caring woman would throw me out when I was sick? No. When I think about it, she threw me out because I was sick. Me, the perpetual child with an iron constitution fell ill. Yeah, she did it because I was sick, and frankly, in her shoes I would do the same.
You were right when you said it was because at the age of 41, I was finally becoming an adult, even if I looked to be about 14 years old and was still growing.
Fran looked from face to face, waiting for the revelation to take hold. Any minute now they’d realize what a stupid thing they’d done, tying up a future star like herself. They’d untie her from the chair, and give her Kurt Cobain’s guitar, and head out to Memphis with her for her big debut.
Are you all keeping up with Ahu and her husband Ahuahu? I’m enjoying the story.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
I’ve become a NaNo addict.
NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. It takes place every year in November. The idea is to write a novel of at least 50,000 words in one month. This is the third time I’ve done it.
Why? Because of the library.
Yeah, yeah, the library is there all year long. What does it have to do with NaNo? Well, a bunch of us get together in the library to encourage one another to get our words written. I have discovered that I can write much more effectively when I am sitting with other people who are also writing. I focus better, and take it more seriously. I can do as much in two hours as I normally do taking all day.
We meet once a week. I can’t wait until the next one.
The first time I wrote the rough draft of Remember Me. It’s a Suzie’s House book and too deeply entwined with the Suzie’s House story (It’s about Ben’s mother) so that I’ve struggled with the revisions, but I’m hoping to have it come out this coming year. The next NaNo book I wrote was actually two, as Crazy Love only took 40,000 words and I had time left. I went on to Start Beautiful Spanish Hussy, which I haven’t finished yet.
This year it’s a fantasy book about dragons and dire wolves and a girl’s quest to find her father. I’m shooting for 100,000 words, but I’ll count myself a winner if I get the first 50,000 done.
If you’re a novelist, have you ever tried NaNo? How did it work out for you?
Climbing the mountain made when the Halloween bag was overturned, he ate his way to the top, only to regret the decent down his gullet.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Jack: Crimeny! I STILL can’t get it to light.
Jill: Don’t worry about it, Honey. I’m pretty sure it’s too late.
Today’s theme is Light
Previously in Jack and Jill: Broken Hearted
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I want to be viral. I want to get spread around, passed from hand to hand, talked about, viewed, spewed, forwarded, and shared. I want to be tweeted and facebooked and commented on over and over. I want to be remembered with lots of stars and returned to over, and over, and over. Make me viral, please.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
1. We got kittens about a week ago.
2. We call the kittens “love sops” because everyone in the house likes to love them up.
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