Photo 365 #20

Today’s photo post is accompanied by a little piece I wrote a couple of weeks ago about the humid heat of an Iowa summer combined with the indescribable heat of a hot flash.  It’s more an experiment in painting with words than anything else, and I hope I’ve achieved what I set out to do (which is to attempt to convey the misery of having a hot flash in high summer).  Comment away and let me know how I’ve done!


Impressive, no?

I stepped out of my perfectly climate-controlled office…

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I got a review!

tdproofI don’t talk much about my little poetry book, Tuesday Daydreams: A Journal in Verse.  You may not have even known it existed till now, though there’s a link to it in my blog’s header.  I haven’t done a lot of promotion for it, but it’s sold a few copies, which is pretty awesome for something that started out as a Christmas gift for a friend.

So when I got my very first review of it on Tuesday, I was pretty excited.  Pretty darn excited, actually.  So if you like poetry, maybe check it out?  And if you do, leave a review!  Reviews can really make someone’s day. :)

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Stormy Weather

hazyOne of the lovely people I met through Writing 201 in April is Melissa Barker-Simpson.  A wonderful writer, she found herself inspired by one of the photos I posted the other day and wrote the following story.  I love it, and I hope you will, too. :)

Stacey waved her arm carelessly in front of her face and played with the pretty clouds above her head. Cushioned by the soft grass, she lay in the meadow surrounded by her favourite flowers. She felt lazy and powerful, at one with the earth.

With a sweep of her fingers the cloud formation broke apart and crept in front of the sun, causing a filter to its gentle warmth. She left them there, dozing a little.

“It’s getting a little cold,” Bryony whispered beside her, and she jolted awake. She hadn’t heard her sister approach.

She opened her eyes, surprised to find that her playful clouds were blocking out the sun.

Well, I’ve done it…

TPMTLCI went and uploaded a portion of The Price of Mercy on Authonomy again.  I’m still revising, but it would be nice to get a little feedback on the revisions I’ve made so far.  If you’re so inclined, you can check it out here.  If you’re a member of the site, please feel free to leave me all the constructive criticism you’ve got – I’ve decided that when I finish this round of revisions, I’m going to query again and if I don’t get anywhere with it, then I’ll self-publish, so I need all the eyes on it I can get.

Also, I spent a fair chunk of time yesterday afternoon working on a cover because I didn’t like any of the generic ones they had.  I’m not sure how well it works for this book yet – I still think it might be better-suited to the second book in the series – but what do you think?  What do you like/dislike about it?

Hope you’re having a marvelous weekend!

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Photo Friday: Lunch

Today’s theme is lunch.  I had leftover pizza from Pizza Hut, and failed to take a picture of it, but I didn’t figure anyone really wanted to see two soggy slices of pepperoni pizza, anyway.

Instead, here’s a pretty picture of what I spent the rest of my lunch break doing:

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Revisions. *sigh*

I relish my lunch breaks at work because I get a whole hour to myself, uninterrupted, to write or read or sleep.  Because I tend to lose myself in whatever story I find myself occupied with (whether it’s mine or someone else’s), I have an alarm set on my phone so that I’m not late getting back to the daily grind.  It’s not a fool-proof system – my alarm fails on occasion – but it generally works.

Don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and see what she did for lunch today!  Have a great weekend, everybody! :)

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snoopy-the-endYesterday I wrote a short story.  If you keep up with Chuck Wendig, you’ll know he does a Flash Fiction Friday event.  The challenge this week is to write a complete story in three sentences.  I took my time, I thought up a nice little story, and I posted it in the comments of the post, just like the directions said, and hit submit.

Naturally, that was when I noticed that I used the same word twice in one sentence, even though I’d intended to use a different one.





Okay, now that I’m done abusing my cranial area (for the moment, anyway), would you like to read said story?  You would?  Yay!  Here ’tis, complete with word correction:

It had taken Rue fifty years to tell her side of the story, but at last she’d finished it – her work was done.  It was a good thing, too, because she was very nearly out of blood.  She took one last, long look at the grimy stone walls of her cell, satisfaction dripping from her smile as her gory fingers ceased writing, knowing that freedom was finally hers, and closed her eyes.

Brevity is not my strong suit, but I think this works.  Feel free to tell me if I’m wrong (but then also please feel free to suggest ways I might improve it).

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