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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Writer WED 9/21

New theme for Writer WED.  Write a small piece of flash fiction(500-1000 words) This can be a dream of your own, a character's dream or even the dream of a tree. As long as it is a dream. Also don't forget to send them to theEAC1@yahoo.com with the words Writer WED and the date in the subject line.


The posts will be up next week for this week. Theme is DREAM.

The Theme for OCT 6th is What is in the round box?




Also if you have a novel coming out and this is from that novel make sure to tell me.

The following is a list of people whose work was read today.

Elizabeth Kolodziej
E. A. Irwin
Missy Davis
Blaze Mc Rob
Joann H. Buchanan

I'm looking forward to seeing what's coming next!!

Literally

Looking below I wondered if I should go face down or face up. With the later I could look up into the angry storm clouds above. They seemed ready to burst; ready to let the rain fall, but to my discontent the only thing wet was the air. Though, the thunder continued to be menacing while the lightning stayed enticing.
Tapping my finger to my chin I continued the discussion in my head.
If I went face down I would only get to see the emptiness of a dimly lit street below me. It had to be past three in the morning by now. I had come up here at two and due to my indecisiveness I couldn’t settle on whether I should just let myself fall. Or how. Both were decisions that really needed to be thought through before committing to.  
Always known for getting back up, landing on feet, going forward, never letting anything keep me down and all those other clich├ęs. What people never seem to understand is that I am tired of having to get back up. I’m tired of always, eventually…falling.
And I’m not talking about a hiccup in the road or stumbling a little over a stupid pebble. No. I’m talking about falling so deep down in that hole that your fingers bleed while you pull yourself back up. Because when I fall I make sure I fall profoundly.
And so, I have fallen yet again, into that philosophical, reflective, empty, endless pool of a hole. Yes, I could go get help, a friend or a psychologist to talk to…but. But something in me is tired of talking. Even when I have something to say I don’t speak out loud anymore. Maybe because speaking is what gets you to fall? You say the wrong thing to a friend’s new girlfriend, or cuss in front of your boss, tell the truth to a family member. And that whole saying…er, not saying…what was it?
When all is said and done.
Yes. That’s exactly how I feel. I have said and done everything I want to. Want to.
Shuffling my feet a little on the ledge I saw the irony of the whole situation. Well, if you look at it from my twisted view that is. I felt like I was falling. Yet! I was standing on top of a five-story building. The falling, thus far, only being figurative. The height, at the moment, being reality.
Well, not that I wasn’t, in a way, at the bottom of a dark hole.
Still falling.
But that even though I was, me literally falling wasn’t reality. Not thus far.
All-though, if something is metaphoric then someone could just step away from it since it isn’t real. Is that why people always commented on how resilient I am? Because I stepped out of a metaphorical hole I was falling down? But in reality I was able to actually stand up tall above others like I am doing now. Or is it all just figurative?
Or could I make them both reality and fall. Face up of course. I finally decided at least that. I didn’t want to miss the sight of all that lightning on this crisp autumn night of morning.
I didn’t want to miss that… So many things I could miss if I let myself fall. Literally. 

  

I See The Aroma Of Love


Blaze McRob



I see the aroma of love, intense, so satisfying, hearing her lips touch mine as the sweet taste of the inferno blazing deep within her envelops us both. Our arms encircle each other, and we hear the passion inside us, knowing our bodies can not long resist the visions our souls already see within the tastes of our bondage to one another.

We draw in to each other, our clothing confining the wondrous sounds of enveloping smells hidden within, screaming out for release,  demanding a proper airing of feelings for tastes to see.

I take her down onto the bed so I can smell  her precious, angelic body next to mine, catching her every sigh on my tongue, to roll around with delight born of supreme pleasure. She responds to me, hearing my throbbing body react to the feelings of my vision.

The very air is charged with the taste of electricity fathomed from within the consciousness of desires heard within our souls. We see the feelings of ecstasy approaching, waiting to smell the rapturous delights awaiting the de-flowering of the innocence of pure love.

She knows the time is now, tasting the rapid sound of my beating heart, smelling my body respond to the sight of her warmth. We part slightly, only enough to remove the confining constraints keeping us from the fulfillment of touching the sounds of bliss we will see upon tasting Nirvana.

I feel the miraculous taste of the Nectar of the Gods, urging us to embark on a voyage to see the aromas of ecstasy displayed in all the senses we possess, telling us to blur the lines between them and to embrace them as one. We listen to the voices, forming a union of love, coupling sight and sound, taste and smell, creating a feeling of euphoria unable to be felt in any other way.

We freely taste the sights of orgasmic aromas heard through the feelings of our heightened arousal and explode together in a dizzying elevation of before un-known  spiritual and physical euphoria.

I hold her close. We fall:  fall deeply into the magic of our senses.

I see the aroma of love.



Frozen


by E. A. Irwin



Wind rocked my car,
buffeting with the ferocity
of an angry Tempestarii
flying through the air,
grabbing elements for
his use as he began his
assault on the earth.

His voice howled through my head,
making his foul mood known,
splintering my thoughts
until I was left dazed and distraught
from the encroaching demon.

I’d watched the flakes fall,
their luminescence appeared
ghostly and bleached against
the world of quickening black,
as if the sky shook goose feathers
upon the ground, where they lay
in silent sheeted sureness.

Desperation clung like
ugly second skin,
its frozen blanket numbing
my body and existence alike.

Thoughts turned to icy fog,
giving the frigid wasteland
of my brain atmosphere to enjoy
while the onslaught of winter’s
torment beat the land.

What would they say as another
hundred years closed its doors?
Was this the worst season of brutal
weather nature could serve?

Panic seared through my veins,
heating the fragile remainder
of what I was, until it too
succumbed to the knowledge
of relinquished life to the
Tempestarii’s enveloping revenge.

Yes, this was the worst winter had to offer.
And, as the layers of frozen wonder
drifted higher, my vision grew hazy,
tempted by the villain of sleep.

My numbed finger dragged
against icy glass one last time
before finding its rest.
Closing my eyes, I dreamed of summer,
remembering my last words
written into eternity.
I was here.

©E. A. Irwin


The Fall
By Melissa Davis
The leaves were turning auburn when she got the news in the fall. She had held her breath and crossed her fingers before she dared dream this moment would come, but it had. The moment she found out about the little one growing inside her, her dreams spread wings and flew higher than she ever imagined. She almost had given up on this lifetime. She knew that her past lives were filled with desperation as she had never had the joy of a child in any of them. She was not going to let this one go. She would do whatever she could to make sure this one survived.
She did everything she was supposed to and then some. She cut out all the caffeine, even though she had guzzled it down since she had entered college. She avoided the lunchmeat, the pineapples, even the peanut butter. She took all her vitamins each day just as she should. She did it all with a grace and love that came so easy to her. She wanted more than anything to hold a child of her own.
Her life before was traumatic. There was no other way to describe it. When she had the chance to leave it all behind she left and never came back to where it started. She met a truly wonderful man that loved her more than she ever thought she deserved. They had come together so easily and their differences made them closer. He was everything she needed and sometimes more than she ever thought she would ever have. They even had the fairytale wedding that she never let herself imagine. When she was finally safe, she had done so much healing so that someday she would be a better mother. She wanted her child to never feel afraid, to be safe in her own skin and know that she was more than good enough, she was everything.
The day her water broke she entered the hospital excited to be there, happy to greet the nurses, and anxious to get the show on the road. She stayed calm, as calm as still water on a morning lake. A few hours of pitocin, the repeated placement of the epidurals, none of these things ruined her calm. She would have a child, she would not let her past lives predict her future. When she was finally ready to push, she pushed with every breath in her body, but it was not enough. Her child was not going to come out naturally. The doctor was called and she was prepped for her first major surgery of her life.
She held her breath when her child was pulled out of her. She tensed up waiting for the most important sound in the world. She almost cried when she heard it. The first audible wail from her tiny little girl. She was so beautiful, tiny and wrinkled. It was never so easy to fall in love, but this little miracle was lifetimes of dreams and she was worth every one. Dreams do come true. They mold and shape and turn into things you never imagined and sent you down paths you were afraid to walk. She would never let her past define her future again.








Monday, September 26, 2011

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Friday, September 23, 2011

Query Letters

I discussed the importance of research in last week's post on query letters. The next one on the list is the introduction. What is the first impression you want to make?

When you walk into a room, do walk in with your head down to the floor or do you walk in with confidence, head held high and own the room? A query letter is your introduction to the room. It says: "Hi I'm here and you need to pay attention to what I have to say."

Your query letter should always be professional looking. Make sure the grammar is correct and all the words are spelled right. Make sure the letter is clear and you have the names spelled correct. What ever you do, DO NOT place "To whom it may concern," at the top of your letter. The first thing that says is you didn't do your research. Let me say that again, DO NOT place "To whom it may concern," at the top of your letter.

Remember, research is key in this business and when you give the impression you haven't done it, you might as well walk in to the room with a piece of toilet paper hanging off your shoe. Not a very good first impression.

The second thing you want to show in your letter is who you are as a writer. Take your style and transfer it to the letter. A good way to do that is pretend it is a letter one of your main characters is writing. No you don't want to sign it as the character's name. You just want to make sure your style is apparent. The whole of the letter needs to reflect you as a writer. You wouldn't go to a black tie party in a pair of jeans and a torn t-shirt would you....well some people would...but they might be asked to leave. In the case of a bad query letter, that is what will happen.

The next thing I will tackle on the query letter, the individual paragraphs. Remember all of this has to do with research and all of the tips I'm giving are from all the research I have done. If you find something that would be helpful, drop me a line in the comment.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Query Letters

The whole concept of a query letter is terrifying to most writers. The idea of selling yourself and your work in as few words as possible seems more like a prison sentence then a task. There are so many ways to mess these up and yet we all must go through the experience of writing them.

Over the course of the next few days, I'm going to post a list of things that should be helpful to you.

The first and MOST important thing a writer must do before beginning a query letter is research! Let me say that again. The first and MOST important thing a writer must do before beginning a query letter is RESEARCH!!

What does that mean exactly? The answer is simple. If you are writing a query letter to an agent, make sure you go to the website and find out what they like. Go to their blog, read up on them. If you can't find a site or anything about them...move on to the next one. More than likely the agent is either incompetent or has no real feeling of obligation to you or your work. Also, if you can't find anything out about them, then it is more likely than not, a scam. 

Also in the research you should be able to find things out like, genre, formatting, and clients. All of this is important in your research. It will assist you in deciding if the person is right for you. This also helps with spelling of the agent's name and what they like to see.

The most important weapon in your arsenal for writing a query letter is RESEARCH.

Tomorrow there will be more.

Monday, September 5, 2011

The Disconnected Observer

Sitting in the parkinglot of my daughter's school gives me a little time to reflect on the way things have gone lately. I. Have to ask, why didn't it go this smooth a long time ago? What was I doing different? I think everything happens when it is supposed to. If I'm right, then I am exactly where I'm supposed to be.

I have a novella out. My first golden ticket~how strange is that? My daughter got to see me strive for something and make it. To me, it's a start. To her I have reached the stars...that and she wants an increase in her allowance.

Soulless Light is available to purchase through a publishing company. How cool is that?


Thursday, September 1, 2011

Just a Few Releases for September


Hammer of Thor by S. Evan Townsend
Release date 9/1/11; Genre: Urban Fantasy
They live among us.  We know they are there.  No government can control them; no authority can stop them.  Some are evil.  Some are good.  All are powerful.  They inhabit our myths and fairy tales.  But what if they were real, the witches, wizards, and fairy godmothers?  What if they were called "adepts" and used talismans to increase their power? The most powerful talisman in the world is The Hammer of Thor and Hitler stole it from its rightful owners, the Valkyrie.  When American adept Francis Kader is reluctantly drawn into the effort to retrieve the Hammer from the Nazis, he begins a journey that leads him to a confrontation with Thor himself.  Can a mere human hope to defeat an immortal god?


Fated Memories by Judith Ann McDowell
Release date 9/15/2011 Genre: Romance
 
Jessie Thornton, the beautiful, only child of Eathen Thornton, one of the richest most powerful men in the state of Montana has never heard the word "no" until she sets her sights on Two Spirits, a young Blackfeet Indian her father has hired onto the ranch to tame the wild mustangs brought down out of the hills.
In her struggle to be with the man she loves, Jessie soon finds herself fightng an uphill battle against 1903 Montana morals and small-town bigotry.

Feel the Passion by Marsha Casper Cook
Release date 9/15/2011 Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
After losing his wife and daughter Dr. Martin Lewis never thought he would find happiness again, but then he met Elaine and he had a second chance. Elaine had decided long before she met Martin that she didn’t deserve happiness and she had expected to live her life alone and without joy. Sometimes, the cards fall the way should and Elaine and Martin’s love affair was the envy of all their friends. Suddenly, what should have been a joyous gift became a heartbreaking truth. Martin didn’t know Elaine was hiding a painful secret from her past that was driving them apart and neither did anyone else. Can they survive the truth or will their future be separated by Elaine’s painful secret?   
These are just a few novels out today through World Castle Publishing. As some of you already know, I have become fast friends with some of the writers at the company. Charlotte Blackwell has done so much for all the writers there. Her series, Immortal Embrace and Forbidden Embrace are both available through World Castle Publishing. I'll be posting more about the company and the novels later in the day. For now I hope you enjoy. :)

 
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