Sunday, February 26, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday, this last Sunday of February.

So I finished Downpour last night. Rough draft done, editing begins. Good times. I wrote just over 40K words in two weeks and I am hoping it will be about 55K by the time I'm done with editing.
I use music a lot so I wanted to share my playlist that helped me write a majority of this novel - The link just in case the embed doesn't work http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLA501B0432E1DD441




So here is another sneak peek into Downpour:

"“Are you okay?” I ask as I slide up beside him. He’s still limp, but now he’s holding my hand. He lets go and tries to snake his uninjured hand down against me, into my pants, but I pull his hand back up. “This was just about you. I’m fine.”
“But-” I interrupt him.
“No, this was for you. I am here for you, Clint. Are you hurting?” Sitting up, I lean toward him. “Are you okay?”
“I am. Now.” He curls against me and I reach across the bed to turn the light out and pull him against my chest. It feels strikingly wonderful having him against me. As the darkness settles around us, I feel content, albeit a little uncomfortable, but when I hear his breathing even out, I smile and kiss his forehead. I’m okay now, too."


So what do you think?
I posted some awesome inspirational pics for this story on my tumblr so go check them out! Let me know what you think.

The cast of Downpour in my head...


Here are my characters as they live in my head.

In order of appearance in the story:
Markus Whitney
Clinton Whitmore
Ella Maxfield

Jesse Ford, Markus' roommate
Peter Trumboldt, Jesse's boyfriend

Dr. Sue Whitney, Markus' mom


Reverend Whitney, Markus' dad
Tyson, the resident


Officer Nida Rogers

So what do you think?

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday


A small bit from my novella I'm tring to finish. It's tentatively titled Downpour :)

“I can’t.” His breath is coming out in pants as he tries to speak. “I don’t- I don’t want to close my eyes. I’m so scared.” He sucked in a ragged breath, his legs tangling with mine under the blanket. “Please,” he begged. “Please remind me I’m okay.”

The feel of his body against mine makes me suck in a tight breath. We’re aligned perfectly, our feet touching mine, his arms grasping at my shirt holding me to him.



I'm so lucky Nicole and Chelle are shoving me through this. I've written 24K in two weeks and my goal is to have it done by Friday!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

From my new novella:


"As I hurry up the stairs, pulling him behind me, my heart thrums hard in my chest.

Trying to get the key in the door is a miracle since my hands are shaking and my vision is slightly blurred. I’m not drunk enough to do something stupid, but my earlier inhibitions are gone. He senses my difficulties and takes the keys from me and unlocks the door. I kick off my shoes and he follows suit. 

When I look down at his black boots beside my shoes, I smile."

No I must get back to business. I'll be over here whacking away on my keyboard. :)

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Sad. That's the only word for it.

When I first read Heidi Cullinan's blogpost this morning, about the RWA banning same-sex romances from their contests, I was pissed. Really, highly pissed. But the more I've debated and thought about it, I've just gotten extremely sad. It's 2012 and I'm hearing about such discrimination, like it's once again the sixties and equal rights are at stake. Equal rights, an issue now, here in America.

I'm just gonna throw my inner Pollyanna out there and say, "Really?!"

I know there are folks who are not of like minds, lots of cultures clash, I completely get that. You can't watch CNN without hearing about someone killing someone because of something, but in the writing world... aren't we above all of that?

According to the Romance Writers of America, it made people uncomfortable. Uncomfortable? Rape makes me uncomfortable, but I read it in literature a lot. Child abuse makes me extremely uncomfortable, again, I read it in a lot of stories. There are a lot of things in the writing world that people aren't going to like... that happens. We're all different and we should be celebrating that!
If I don't like something in a story, I don't read it OR I learn from it. Either way, it's my choice. *I* make the choice. No one else is allowed to make my choices for me, because that's censorship. Censorship is wrong.

And as Heidi said in her post, "Discrimination makes me pretty uncomfortable, too." And it's true. It is absolutely uncomfortable! RWA, a group that I was interested in joining as a romance author, has told me I'm not welcome. That my friends and fellow authors are not welcome.

That is not okay.

Discrimination of any kind, censorship of any kind, is wrong. And it's just sad.

If you feel the same way, please join me in signing the petition to tell the Romance Writers of American that we are not okay with their discrimination.
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/rwa-shouldnt-be-in-the-business-of-discrimination/

Thank you for your time.
B