Weekend Writing Warriors – 10/20/13

www_bannerWelcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! For those new to this, fellow writers post eight sentences from one of our works. I’ve been revising my New Adult steampunk romance, STEAM ME UP RAWLEY, so I thought I’d share and give the next eight sentences following last week’s where the heroine (Adele) is at a fancy outdoor party, talking to her pet monkey and Claire (the hostess) catches her and orders her to make note of a delicacy she got from out West. The first to speak is Adele in response:

Adele gritted her teeth. “I’ll be sure to do so.”

“See that you do.”

Adele wanted to roll her eyes, but the years of training in comportment held sway, so she imagined Loki doing so. Big deal. So Claire’s family was able to conduct trade with The West. The flaunting of wealth was nothing new, though given their politics and position in society, it was surprising they associated with the lawless and free-thinking West. Ever since the Late Great Unpleasantness, the political and economic polarity had shifted from North vs. South, to an East vs. West alignment.

I welcome all comments, even constructive crits. To join in the fun and see the other wonderful writers, go to Weekend Writing Warriors! Thanks for stopping by!

I’m looking for Beta readers for this story, so let me know if you’re interested!

Weekend Writing Warriors – 10/13/13

www_bannerWelcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! For those new to this, fellow writers post eight sentences from one of our works. I’ve been revising my New Adult steampunk romance, STEAM ME UP RAWLEY, so I thought I’d share and give the next eight sentences following last week’s where the heroine (Adele) is at a fancy outdoor party, talking to her pet monkey and Claire catches her:

Claire raised her chin and eyed Loki. “Here’s a list of the guests. I’d appreciate it if you talked to all of them. Make sure to include the full menu. No one else has served individual servings of Charlotte Russe in champagne glasses.” She fingered her diamond bracelet. “The cherries were imported from the new state of Washington.” The last said with a bit of smugness.

I welcome all comments, even constructive crits. To join in the fun and see the other wonderful writers, go to Weekend Writing Warriors! Thanks for stopping by!

I’m looking for Beta readers for this story, so let me know if you’re interested!

Weekend Writing Warriors – 10/6/13

www_bannerWelcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! For those new to this, fellow writers post eight sentences from one of our works. I’ve been revising my New Adult steampunk romance, STEAM ME UP RAWLEY, so I thought I’d share and give the next eight sentences following last week’s where the heroine (Adele) is at a fancy outdoor party, talking to her pet monkey and Claire catches her. Adele has just asked her how she’s liking her party:

Claire stepped forward, her genetically modified parakeet on her shoulder exactly matching the brown locks of her elaborate hairdo. “It’s all right,” she replied in a voice that said it was anything but—after all, she mustn’t look too pleased. From between Claire’s shoulder blades, a lightweight brass bar curved up and outward, topped by a frilly parasol in the same shade as her dress: mustard yellow. So, Claire had adopted the latest fad—typical. A slight hum sounded as the parasol shifted to block the sun.

Adele would never go under the knife for such frivolous enhancements, even if it was how her father made his living. Who cared about keeping up with Claire’s ilk? Adele never had much interest in hobnobbing with Mobile’s best families, though the four tattoos vertically aligned on her neck, each denoting her grandparents’ families, would place her at such a party even without her official role here as the society reporter.

I welcome all comments, even constructive crits. To join in the fun and see the other wonderful writers, go to Weekend Writing Warriors! Thanks for stopping by!

I’m looking for Beta readers for this story, so let me know if you’re interested!

Weekend Writing Warriors – 9/29/13

www_bannerWelcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! For those new to this, fellow writers post eight sentences from one of our works. I’ve been revising my New Adult steampunk romance, STEAM ME UP RAWLEY, so I thought I’d share and give the next eight sentences following last week’s (which was the beginning) where the heroine is at a fancy outdoor party, talking to her pet monkey and a woman catches her.

Adele spun around, Loki deftly remaining on her shoulder. “Claire, how are you? Enjoying your party?” As the Mobile Register’s society reporter, Adele was there to cover Claire Chastang’s tiresome gathering.

Oh, how to describe the party’s hostess? Without sounding scornful? What Adele wanted to write for her society column would not do:

Miss Claire was resplendent (resplendently tacky) in her tailored aerophane silk day dress, sporting lace trim and silk flowers reminiscent of an explosion at a haberdasher’s.

I welcome all comments, even constructive crits. To join in the fun and see the other wonderful writers, go to Weekend Writing Warriors! Thanks for stopping by!

UPDATE: I forgot to mention earlier that I’m looking for Beta readers for this story, so let me know if you’re interested!

Weekend Writing Warriors – 9/22/13

www_bannerEgad, I haven’t done one of these in seven months! I’ve missed it! For those new to this, fellow writers post eight sentences from one of our works. I’ve been revising my New Adult steampunk romance, STEAM ME UP RAWLEY, so I thought I’d just start with the first eight sentences.

Early May, 1890, Mobile, Alabama Second Age of Pax Lincolnia “Put that down, Loki.” Adele darted a glance around the outdoor party at Chastang House and replaced the doily on the lawn table, only a tad wrinkled from her monkey’s fist. She smoothed it out. If she could just get through this affair without her normally well-behaved monkey pulling a stunt, she’d appreciate it, thank you very much. “You need to—” “Talking to your monkey, Adele?” asked a feminine voice behind her. “How quaint.”

To join in the fun and see the other wonderful writers, go to Weekend Writing Warriors! Thanks for stopping by!

Six Sentence Sunday – 10/21/12

Welcome to #SixSunday!

NEWS: This week MUST LOVE BREECHES won 1st place in FF&P’s On the Far Side contest in the time travel/steampunk/historical category and a full request from the judging editor. It also finaled yesterday in the Windy City Four Seasons Contest, paranormal category.

Today’s Six Sunday is from STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY, my steampunk romance set in Mobile, AL. I’m skipping a couple of lines from last week’s entry. Setup is that he’s just rescued a lady from a frightened horse on the busy streets of Mobile and the heroine witnessed it and in the part we’re skipping she exclaims how heroic he’d been. This is in his POV and he’s the first speaker:

“There was nothing heroic at all in my actions. Please, do not read more into it. It only required a calm demeanor and a firm hand.”

This didn’t seem to dispel her misconception. She only smiled, which lit up her whole face, her eyes dancing merrily. “You are too modest, sir, I know your game–I’m onto you.”

As always I welcome constructive feedback.

To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

Six Sentence Sunday – 10/14/12

I’m back after almost a month! I missed y’all!

NEWS: I landed an agent! I actually had three offers! I want to thank all of you who have regularly commented since I started doing #sixsunday almost a year ago. Your support kept me thinking positive even when I faced rejections! Some of you even helped Beta! THANK YOU! This doesn’t necessarily mean a publisher will buy it, but I’m one step closer….

Today’s Six Sunday is from STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY, my steampunk romance set in Mobile, AL. I’m skipping to the next day and we’re finally in Rawley’s POV. He’s outside standing in the rain after calming an agitated horse and our heroine arrives, breathless (It’s been a while, but here’s a link to an earlier SSS entry where Rawley gave the heroine a scandalous peek at his neck when they first met the previous day, so as to put his reflections about his disheveled state in perspective):

Her hat, a frivolous contraption, sat at a jaunty angle on her head. His fingers itched to push it up to sit properly. Over all, she held a large yellow umbrella, protecting her from the blasted rain. He shoved fingers through his wet hair, inwardly cursing to find himself again in a disheveled state before her. The same unsettling feeling as yesterday overtook him, as if his body couldn’t determine if it was about to step off a cliff or fall into a luxuriant, buoyant cloud.

She stepped close, admitting him to her protected space.

As always I welcome constructive feedback.

To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

Six Sentence Sunday – 9/16/12

 Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. 

NEWS: MUST LOVE BREECHES finaled in Heart of Denver’s Molly contest in the paranormal category! I also finally finished polishing the sucker and sent it out into query land–fingers crossed!

Today’s Six Sunday is from STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY, my steampunk romance set in Mobile, AL. Everyone, including the new boarder Dr. Rawley, is sitting down to dinner. They’ve been eating and talking away for a bit when their automaton butler comes in to announce breakfast instead of dinner. The heroine’s brother Robert was asked if he could fix it and he makes a bad pun about his mechanical left hand. This picks up exactly where we left off:

Everyone else groaned at the poor pun, but Adele flinched, horrified he could joke about the loss of his hand. She turned back to Dr. Rawley and asked, “Why did you cross the Atlantic if you’re not the adventuresome sort? And why Mobile?”

The door shut behind Robert and Walter, and she relaxed a fraction.

Her father interrupted. “Adele, let the poor man have a proper supper without you badgering him.”

As always I welcome constructive feedback.

To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

Six Sentence Sunday – 9/9/12

I’m back! Dragon*Con was a lot of fun, and will try to post an update soon. Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. 

NEWS: MUST LOVE BREECHES finaled in FF&P’s On the Far Side contest (time travel/steampunk/historical category) last weekend, and this weekend, it came in first in the Celtic Hearts Golden Claddagh contest in the paranormal category!

Today’s Six Sunday is from STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY, my steampunk romance set in Mobile, AL. Everyone, including the new boarder Dr. Rawley, is sitting down to dinner. They’ve been eating and talking away for a bit when their automaton butler comes in to announce breakfast instead of dinner. The heroine’s brother Robert was asked if he could fix it. This picks up exactly where we left off:

“I’ll see to it right now. I’ll just get some of Camilla’s delicious pie to fortify myself.”

“I thought you were an archaeologist?” Dr. Rawley asked.

“You were not misinformed, however, I do like to keep my hand in all things mechanical.” Robert winked and held up his mechanical left hand.

As always I welcome constructive feedback.

To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

Six Sentence Sunday – 8/26/12

Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. 

NEWS: MUST LOVE BREECHES finaled in Utah’s Heart of the West contest over the weekend!

Also, I will not be around next Sunday as I’ll be in Atlanta for Dragon*Con. Hopefully. Tropical Storm Isaac is making this iffy (I live in Mobile which is inside the warning cone). If I’m not, it’ll mean it’s hit us and I probably won’t have power, so will miss y’all anyway! I’m going to try and visit everyone in the early a.m., as I need to spend most of today preparing for possible Hurricane Isaac. Keep everyone on the Gulf Coast in your prayers this coming week…

Today’s Six Sunday is from STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY, my steampunk romance set in Mobile, AL. This skips to the next chapter, when everyone, including the new boarder Dr. Rawley, is sitting down to dinner. They’ve been eating and talking away for a bit when this happens (Robert is the heroine’s brother):

A metal clanking noise sounded in the hall, and Walter, their automaton butler pushed through the double doors.

“Breakfast is served,” its tinny but serious voice incorrectly intoned.

Her mother groaned. “Robert, can you please see to Walter? This is getting old.”

Robert stood quickly.

As always I welcome constructive feedback. I’m not sure I have the timing down right to make it clear what the butler did wrong, so any suggestions for improvement is welcome! Thank you!

To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week!