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Barren Island Books

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This has been a busy week for me!  It seems I’ve had something going on every night and even when I didn’t have to be somewhere, I still had plenty to do.  Last night, for instance, I had to bake seven dozen (84) cookies for my church’s cookie walk this weekend.  I found a recipe that claimed to make approximately six dozen (72) cookies.  I thought, “Okay, I’ll make small cookies and then I’ll be able to squeeze an extra dozen out of the dough.”

I ended up with a hundred and sixteen cookies.  That’s almost ten dozen.

Tonight, I have to work on my presentation for tomorrow morning.  But this afternoon, you can find me visiting with my good friend, A.F.E. Smith, at her blog, Reflections of Reality.  She’s just started a new weekly feature called “Barren Island Books” and today’s post features me.  If you’re interested in finding out a bit more about what sort of books I enjoy reading, head on over and check it out!

And even if you couldn’t care less about what I like to read, do check out the rest of her website.  A.F.E. is a great writer and has a wonderful site, full of neat odds and ends.  You won’t regret visiting her, I promise.

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To the journey

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This was originally posted on Griffin’s Quill on November 30 as a reflection on Goal Achievement Month for Authors. I had planned to post it here as well a bit sooner than this, but, well, you know how it goes…

Hmm…

I started this, my GAMA post, on November 7.  You can see how well that went for me.

November disappeared on me this year.  I was all set to do GAMA and NaNoWriMo and have a fantabulous month.  But you know that old saying about the best laid plans of mice and men?  Well, I used to know it, too.  Then November snuck up behind me and walloped me over the head with this really cool frying pan I saw on the FAIL Blog the other night.  Now I have no memory of pretty much anything beyond the last five minutes.

I’m like Dory from Finding Nemo, only hopefully much more endearing and much less annoying.

Staying positive

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There’s a song that says, “The longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss.”  I hope that it holds true for publishing as well.

I received another rejection yesterday.  This time it really hurt, as the rejection came from someone who had requested my full manuscript.  I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up and I did my best not to, but it still stung.  I understand that they can’t take on every project – it’s a small press, and it’s not the easiest of times out there.  You really have to love a project to take it on.

There was a bright spot in the midst of the gloom, though.

Ghost fight

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Hey, look at that!  I finished Chapter 10.  I’ve been a busy little bee.  If only lunch breaks were a little longer, I might get even more done, but at least the words are flowing fast and free.  Will this be the year I win NaNoWriMo?

“Don’t make me smack you again, big brother.  Just do what I tell you for once, please?  If you don’t, you’re putting everyone we know and love in danger.  This is the way it’s got to be, Henry.  Michael is the only one who can stop what’s going to happen, but he can’t do it if you’re there with him.  You’ve got to leave.  Tonight.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then we’ll be seeing each other again real soon.  And this time, it won’t be a dream.”

I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

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Chapter 9 is done and I feel fine

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So I’ve finished Chapter 9 and am well into it with Chapter 10.  But due to a migraine of epic proportions, my writing and computer time has been all out of whack the last couple of days.  Thankfully, I’m finally feeling better.  Yay!  Just in time for Thanksgiving on Thursday, when I will hopefully avoid food coma but probably not football apathy.

Oh, right, you wanted a story snippet, didn’t you?  How silly of me. 😀

Michael considered his father.  He was not now, nor had he ever been, the most open of men.  In fact, he had often wondered what his mother had seen in such a buttoned-down man, but clearly she had been privy to information to which he was not.  This chink in his father’s armor had shown him a whole new side of a man he thought he knew as well as himself.  He liked this new side of his father much better.

So there you go!  A little insight into the Briant family.  Happy Tuesday!

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