the month is almost over, the party is winding down, but that will never stop us, we writers, bloggers; the great wordage crowd…
and tomorrow….. we get to sit in Jazz as he interviews Marin… he is a little freaked out, having never met a princess before, especially not one with an out of control electrical gift… lol… since the party bus stopped here (my author site) earlier in the month, Marin’s interview will be over on my book site finderskeepersseries.com … hope to see y’all there…
and for today’s fun and games, we have three stops to keep the party going… wooo who… remember to leave a comment at each stop…
One of my Gone Writing Publishing peeps was kind enough to drop by and chat with us… she also wants to introduce us to the steamy life of female pro hockey… oooo… I can’t wait … 😛 enjoy
Fighting the bumps in the writing road…
I’d like to thank Finders Keepers for hosting me today! I love visiting blogs and chatting with folks about my books and the writing process. Most generally, the writing road is a relatively smooth one for me. I don’t usually struggle with writer’s block too often. If anything, my problem is having so many ideas vying to be written at once. It’s like trying to separate the wheat from the chafe at times.
“Yes muse, this idea about a women’s pro hockey team is boffo! The one about the ninja chimpanzees who fight zombies while riding Harley’s may not be exactly what we’re hoping to write, but good effort!”
You always have to speak to your muse politely or they get tiffy and no author wants a tiffy muse.
Occasionally I’ll get slapped with a round of doubt and start comparing myself to other author’s. When I begin to do this, I try to stop myself as quickly as I can. I cannot be J.K. Rowling no matter how much I wish I were. I can only be V.L. Locey, the erotic hockey romance author. If I am writing the best hockey romances that I can, then I need to stop making comparisons. Generally the round of doubt will only last a short while, I’m a pretty upbeat person overall. Hearing from a reader that enjoyed your book is the best way to help pave over the potholes in the writing road!
What do you do to fight off a case of the self-doubts? I’d love to hear all about it in the comments!
Skate hard and love deeply,
TITLE – Clean Sweep
SERIES – Venom Series
AUTHOR – V.L. Locey
GENRE – Erotic Hockey Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – Sept.26, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 155 pages/57,500
PUBLISHER – Gone Writing Publishing
COVER ARTIST – Reverie Design
Fiery, flame-haired Jane Bratkowski is catapulted from a small college town to Philadelphia to become head coach of a new women’s hockey team, The Venom. It’s a life-changing opportunity, a dream come true until – in a cruel twist of fate that could turn into a nightmare – she comes face to face with her ex-husband Tore Ahlberg, the Wildcats’ head of European Scouting.
Suddenly, Jane’s faced with more challenges than she bargained for: Will she let him distract her — and derail her big chance to coach pro hockey? Can she build a team of relatively inexperienced, irrepressible young women into champions? Can she and Tore triumph over the gut-wrenching tragedy that ripped them apart — or will the shocking truth of their passionate past threaten to destroy them once again?
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him how, or why, he remembered so much from our years of wedded bliss. Instead, I marched into the bathroom, Pomeranians in hand, then shut the door on him, his tie, and those damned recollections of a time best left in the past.
I washed my face then set to work on detangling. I accomplished this with snarling expletives aimed at long dead ancestors. The boys were restless. I laid down my hairbrush then snuck over to the door. I couldn`t hear my ex on the other side. I cracked the door just enough to peer through. Tore was standing at the sliding glass door. He still cut a fine figure from the back even though he was now in his early fifties. Wide shoulders, lean waist, long legs. The sun made his straw-colored blonde hair look like spun gold. It was time to stop, Jane. I had thought to ask him to walk the dogs but after that Rumpelstiltskin moment, perhaps a brisk walk would do me good. I closed the door quietly. Ten minutes later I stepped out, face freshly scrubbed, hair beaten into submission, and dogs in dire need.
“I have to get dressed,” I told Tore when he turned from the city to look at me.
“You want me to leave?” I nodded. “We were married, Jane. Unless you have done some alterations, there is nothing I have not seen before.”
I felt a slight flush rushing up behind the freckles on my cheeks. “There have been no alterations. Go wait on the patio. I mean it, Tore. Don`t give me that stupid look. Go.”
“Stupid look? I have a stupid look?” he asked, a definite twinkle in his eye. A sharp comment was resting on my tongue. I swallowed it back to be nice. It was only seven am. Even ex-husbands deserve a small kindness from time to time.
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, two dogs, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and three Jersey steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
My contribution to this HOP is a snippet of Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel)… the link to Amazon as well as a page with all other buy links can be located at the bottom… now here is your never before posted excerpt… enjoy
She’d overreacted. Again.
Walking into Finder’s Keepers, Marin admitted just how screwed she truly was. Her small electrical problem got worse every time she lost her temper. And the person she needed to ask about said problem? Marin had shocked the shit out of Kyland and watched as he disappeared. Crap and double crap. Her latest episode had ended with the death of both her television and most of her living area lamps. She couldn’t afford this new gift. If she lost her coffee maker, Marin would be having her new power bound, or cut out, or whatever happened when a person chose to have a gift removed.
Looking around the office, counting all the antique furnishings, Marin started to second-guess the merit of her intentions, running in to pick up some Finds to work on at home. Between the French terra cotta flooring, with oak wood inlays, and the antique Persian Sultanabad rug running underfoot in the sitting area, the cheapest decorative items to be found were the Tiffany lamps and other assorted light fixtures, fixtures that could explode at any moment, raining glass down on all in sight. Not exactly a cheap mistake to have to clean up.
On top of everything else, the hospital had informed Marin that Lindal remained in her coma-like state. She didn’t understand what little information the nurse had been allowed to give her over the phone, and the lack of solid facts was enough to drive a saint over the edge. Waiting for visiting hours, to speak to someone face to face, had Marin’s nerves on edge.
Did Lindal have internal injuries? What did the doctor think? Marin could only remember walking back to see Lindal. Everything else remained a blur. A surreal and crappy day. She just needed to kill a couple hours— or five. Add in the drive time and she should get to the hospital just in time to sit in the waiting room. Okay, she needed more to do. Even driving under the speed limit, the hospital was only forty minutes from her house, just outside of the city.
Freezing in place, Marin remembered her poor van. She had allowed Kyland to take her home, to desert her vehicle.
Continuing down the hall, Marin reworked her day to accommodate her van’s retrieval. She couldn’t keep driving Lindal’s car.
As Marin passed Anton’s office, she heard the answer to one of her problems. Kennith’s voice boomed out into the hallway, and Kennith meant Finder cases that involved the Finds that Anton said that she wasn’t ready for but hopefully he would make an exception just this once. She didn’t normally work on those, but she was desperate.
Sure, Kennith worked for the SBI and mainly worked with Finders that had previous law enforcement training, but maybe they would allow her to help out in some small way.
Marin walked into Anton’s inner sanctum and came to an abrupt halt as Anton and Kennith turned disbelieving eyes her way. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she anxiously bounced from foot to foot, wondering if she should have knocked. Anton’s policy had always been an open door policy. If the looks aimed her way were any indication, things must have changed. This was her first time seeking Anton out in his office, and the door had stood wide open, but that clearly didn’t mean come on in.
The level of silent scrutiny became uncomfortable, a suffocating tension building in the air. Really, Anton could just ask her to come back later. He owned Finder’s Keepers, after all.
“Did I do something wrong?” Marin couldn’t believe that her one hope at creating a distraction from her day looked to be one more log for the stress pile.
“Come in and shut the door, please.” Anton’s voice came out crisp and demanding.
This couldn’t be good. Anton had never had a closed door meeting with her. Or with anyone that she could remember.
Marin frantically tried to think… What had she done wrong? She needed this job. Unlike most Finders, she had to work Finds. She didn’t have a choice. She would be overwhelmed by her heightened senses without her current job. If she went too long without a Find, she started to feel her senses pulling, searching for the lost without her permission.
Working at Finder’s Keepers had become the perfect outlet for Marin’s overwhelming senses. She could unwind and keep her senses from overloading while Anton happily pointed her in the most profitable direction.
Marin pushed the door closed and squared her shoulders, trying to prepare herself for the worst, while doing her best to block out the increasing buzz in her temples. The stress of waiting for Anton to speak had her head ready to explode. Blinking rapidly, Marin smoothed her sweaty hands against the top of her paintsplattered jeans, trying to remain calm.
If Marin didn’t want to lose control of her emotions, and her gift, out in the waiting area, she definitely didn’t want to start blowing up Anton’s office. She couldn’t help but stare in dread at the vintage Lalique Perruches glass lamp perched in a place of pride on Anton’s desk. The damn lamp cost nearly five grand. She had cringed at the price while helping Anton locate an antiques dealer to replace his broken one. Now she shook her head, accepting the dock in pay that would come her way, once the shit hit the fan. She didn’t know what the chairs and love seat had cost, or even the elaborately carved bookshelves, but the Persian rug would be another twenty grand or so, should the flying glass from the exploding lamp do any damage.
The way Kennith kept gawking at her maybe she was dying. Then again, maybe he was. There was no way that much shock on one man’s face could be healthy. Any minute now, Kennith would surely pass out. He didn’t even appear to be breathing. Marin focused on Anton, instead. Kennith obviously needed some privacy. No one should be seen looking so weak. He was a police officer, for heaven’s sake, and he looked ready to run, throw up, or just keel over on the spot.
“How?” That one choked out word didn’t come from an expected source. Apparently, Kennith could still speak. Now, if he could start making sense.
Marin waited for more. How what? When it was clear that Kennith either couldn’t, or wouldn’t, say more, she looked for Anton to finish the question.
Anton said, “You’re radiating power, my dear. Then, of course, there is the question of your soul-bound shadow. I think our friend Kennith is asking about the nature of this increase in power as well as the acquisition of said shadow.”
I was so nervous to be volunteering at this years Rebels and Readers Event… soo many readers and authors running around and I didn’t have a clue what to do… I felt like a fish out of water… 😛 thankfully, the feeling of community and acceptance was just as strong there (face to face) as it is online… I even managed to come out of my shell a little.. as a life long lover of living in the shadows being forward usually gives me heartburn…
By volunteering, I got the chance to interact and do a test run of group interaction… now don’t laugh… there are a lot of people that think this type of attitude is silly, or just an act… But I was that girl that got the solo, but didn’t really want it… I loved to sing, but thinking about all those people staring at me … well, I threw up before every concert… lol… being at the Rebels and Readers Event was a lot like that… (No vomit this time) … one of the things I have started doing in order to push my limits is to immediately tell people that I’m shy, that I don’t know what I’m doing, that I’m afraid I will screw up… this help by letting others know that I am not bitchy or stuck up, I just don’t know what to say or do… they gave me a task to concentrate on, and once I started feeling comfortable, I allowed my inner jokester to come out (the one that usually only comes out to play when I’m around friends and family) the other thing I have been doing to help myself become more outgoing??? I hum or sing to myself whenever the action slows down and I don’t have a task to focus on… silly, but it works for me … singing in front of people used to instill horrible fear, even more than speaking… by using my voice in this small way, I keep myself from hiding in those welcoming shadows…
Check out the Rebels and Readers’s BLOG for all kinds of book goodies
The Event seemed to go really well… the authors voiced a lot of thanks to Amy and Tanya (Rebel and Readers Queens!!!) There were dozens of give-a-ways and raffle games… The crowd packed in from 10am-2pm on both Saturday and Sunday, enjoying all the free swag and numerous books to purchase… The above picture is from Sunday, which contain about half as many people… double the number of people you see in the picture and you still can’t imagine how packed it was… lol… walking through the room was a challenge but worth suffering the overwhelming body heat… Rock on Authors…
Why the heck am I wearing a sweater, you ask??? it was under 40 degrees outside and the air conditioning was on high in the event areas to combat the number of people enjoying all the lovely books… Casey L. Bond took pity on me as I shivered in my short sleeved shirt (early in the event before the crowd brought in the body head) She is a lovely person, not to mention a awesome author… you guys should definitely check out her books… And how cute it is that sweater… I loved it, and need one of my own… lol… The sweater promotes the lovely Cambria Herber’s Nerd Series… Another wonderful author… she has so many must read books, as well as information (on her blog/follow the link) for authors like me that feel like they are drowning in the Promotional aspect of being a writer…
I am glad I got to volunteer this year… It gave me a chance to watch the authors in actions and take notes on what I should do when I become one of their number… Shocking Finds will hopefully have a table to display itself next year… now I need to get cracking on finishing the next book… Seriously, the authors and readers were great… I can’t wait for next year…
Don’t for get the contest to win a free ebook copy of Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel) ends tomorrow at 10am… I thought the contest ended at noon, but sorry guys, it ends a little earlier than that… just go to CD Hersh’s Blog and leave a comment on Shocking Finds Friday Feature… Woo who…
Update: Shocking Finds: A Finder’s Keepers Novel is ready for preorder on Amazon. I will be sure to add other sites that Shocking Finds can be located on, as each is reviewed and completed. Mary, @ Gone Writing Publishing, is working as fast as possible. Together, we are bringing you guys something to read for the Halloween season. One of my favorite times of year.
Check out the website for Shocking Finds and be sure to let me know what you think of the cover. I am still working on this new site, and swimming upstream tech-wise. Happy wordage everyone.
I will be posting a list of blogs for everyone to check out closer to the end of the month.
okay, peeps… a short post here to update. I am so excited, overwhelmed, freaked, and cartwheel-worthy happy (not hat I am insane enough to try one… face planting would not be an appropriate expression of my joy)
I have a deadline, a release date, and my cover for Shocking Finds will be revealed next week. My first baby will be available for consumption oct 26… As soon as Mary (from Gone Writing Publishing) gives the go ahead, and all our ducks are in a row, I will be sure to post all the links to purchase Shocking Finds: A Finder’s Keepers Novel. I can’t wait, I really can’t. I need to find a way to capture and print that first sale so that I can hang it on my wall, like a new business framing the first dollar… This is really happening. When I get a moment to breath I may even believe it… wooo who
Okay… So this isn’t a piece I am working on, though I see it’s potential for a future Contemporary Romance… Maybe once I get all the other rough drafts and story ideas finished, I will have time to work this one out the rest of the way… for now, enjoy my heart breaking piece of woe…
This idea came to me when I saw,
Kasims Korner Challenge Follow the link to read his challenge and write out some ideas of your own… have fun and happy wordage
Jason watched as Neil beat his fists into the ground. Bracken, rocks, hard frozen forest floor … Nothing could stop him from expressing his rage, and bloodying his hands in the process.
How had a brother’s bonding, hunting trip gone so terribly wrong?
Eliza … that’s how.
Jason left Neil to his pain, and turned to focus on the couple using a lake side blanket to express their passion. Hunching his shoulders, Jason held his torso tightly, fighting the need to fall to his knees and join his twin. The had both love Eliza from the moment she was transplanted to their small Kentucky town. Her ripe curves were no more than straight lines back then, but still she had an allure that drew all the guys in.
Seeing her spread out for another man’s touch broke Jason heart. He would always love her, but he could let her go.
Turning, he watched as Neil pushed to his feet, and pulled his shotgun to his shoulder. Moving closer, Jason hissed, “What the hell, man?”
Neil’s only reply was to shake his head, and neck stiff with tension, released the safety, preparing to shoot.
The horror of never seeing Eliza’s deep chocolate eyes sparkle with her laughter again, forced Jason’s hand. Before he could think it through, he had tackled Neil to the ground. Taking away Neil’s gun, his only thought. As the shot rang out into the quite forest air, Jason stiffened in surprise, shock, and … pain.
Jason vibrated, wanting to tear his brother’s head off. He wanted to put a bullet between that blonde surfer wanna-be. He didn’t know the guy, didn’t want to know him, but he definitely wanted to kill him.
Shoving at Jason’s chest, he raged, “Get the hell off me.” The element of surprise was gone, and if he didn’t hurry his target would disappear as well.
Jason’s heavier weight had his body imprinting the forest floor. Neil gave up trying to force his twin to move, instead moving his legs around so he could inspire Jason to move himself. When his knee came up to connect with Jason’s tender bits, Neil expected to hear him yell out in suffering. But nothing.
Something was wrong.
“Oh my God …” That soft lilting voice drew Neil’s gaze. There she was, the woman of his dreams. He would turn eighteen in three weeks. He would be a man. A man that could move out of the hell he called home, could give a woman his whole heart, all the attention and love she needed. He would be free, and as soon as he could run off surfer dude, he could place his claim on the finest woman to come out of Jefferson High.
His cheeks flaming, he again tried to rouse Jason. “Come on man. I need to get up.”
Eliza came to his side, the blanket from her afternoon of fun wrapped securely around her mouthwatering frame. One day he would have the right to touch her, to merge his body with hers. One day.
He was about to slap some sense into his twin when he realized that his hand was covered in blood. Staring at the damning red, Neil barely heard Eliza’s mournful cry. The longer he stared at the dripping liquid, the more he wanted to join her cry. What had he done? There were other women. More important needs. He didn’t care about his father’s belt, or his mother’s dazed stare. He had a twin, someone that knew him and accepted him… faults and all. He had ..
Voice breaking, he pleaded, he prayed, “Jase. Come on. You’re all right.”
But nothing was alright. Nothing would ever be alright again.
*all pictures from pinterest/ will be blogging my own later
Most people associate vacation time with sunbathing on the beach, walking through the surf, and playing in the world’s largest sandbox. Nope. Sorry, that’s not me. lol. Although I love floating along in the salt water, bobbing upon the surface like an inflatable raft, I hate sand. I mean I really hate sand. Those small little particles find their way into the most inconvenient of places. While the water can cool your body once you get there, you feel as if you’re moving across an oven on high heat, the sand fighting you ability to move faster than crawl, as your feet begin to cook. (I always forget water shoes or flip flops) Once I reach the refreshing cool waves, I start to relax… for a while. da da daa daaaa … (that’s my shark noise.. lol) I am sure that one day I will be tasted by a passing shark, so I have made it my mission in life to have shark steak before that happens… at least then the shark and I will be even.
Sand and sharks aside, there is also the heat to consider…
There seems to be an acceptable dress code that only lasts as long as you’re within a fifty mile radius of sandy shores… and heatwaves… that dress code??? It is a simpler way to accessorize — little, to no clothes, on the beach — and cover-up optional the rest of the time. Though please wear some shoes if you plan to go into a restaurant.
Okay… it isn’t that bad, but dang, it is close. It is just so dang hot.
I may not strip to the ‘bare’ necessities, but shorts and low cut, tank tops are a common occurrence. After my first foray or two in the ocean, I am ready to hit the nearest book store. Readers and writers … this is our home. An air conditioned building with book upon book to explore. 😛 I spend a lot of time in book stores when my mother wants to enjoy the smells and sights of the ocean. Me … I also love the smells and sights, but I would rather explore during the day and gaze over my hotel balcony at night. MS makes my time moving through the heat limited. Enjoying slow paced, air conditioned activities give me more time to enjoy a vacation.
There are a lot of great things about the beach. The smell of the ocean the animals ready to snap you in half or the ones willing to steal your food… … The flying inhabitants of the sandy regions are definitely fond of the excess food to be found when humans are around. I have feed pelican and seagulls, a number of times. Sometimes against my will. The pelicans came at the end of a deep sea fishing trip. They lined up along the back of the boat and waited, making it obvious that is wasn’t their first rodeo. I got to toss the bait fish to these wonderful creatures, watching as they caught the treats like pros. The seagulls are another matter… One set of seagulls, I had decided to toss the pieces of my popcorn up into the air to see what would happen. Insanity, that’s what. Still, it was all going well until I didn’t move fast enough. One pelican decided that he didn’t wish to race for his food and snatched the popcorn right from my fingers, taking a little flesh in the bargain… ouch…. another group of pelicans stalked my balcony, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Running in to grab some milk to go with my Danish was apparently the perfect opportunity. lol … I came back out to an empty plate. 😛
Our next vacations, I will be in charge of picking the destination. Problem … where do I want to go? There are so many sights and small town community ways that I would love to see. What would you guys suggest? What vacation spot always makes you smile? (Somewhere other than the beach, at least the ones down south) I love water and alley-like shopping areas… What do you guys love?
Thankfully, I managed to get a moment of breathing room to squeeze in a reply for this sunny award that hummingbird redemption has nominated me. Thank you blogger buddy!
I also got nominated by Georgie for another one, and hope to get to that one by the end of the week… These are excellent ways for bloggers to get to know one another, while having a little fun…
Now the rules are simple, I must nominate 10 people, thank my wonderful nominator, and create questions of my own! Have fun learning a little more about ME!!! Happy wordage!
—- I was asked…
What is your favourite song?
Not sure I have a favorite song. I love country, and Evanescence, ooo… and Adelle … love Stevie Nicks… in fact I sang ‘Landslide’ for my high school graduation… love that song. I guess, for this list of question I will pick Landslide.
2. Favourite Colour?
That’s easy… purple… all purple… the painting I am did for my mother *it is in the picture gallery, of the purple flower* is one of my favorites. There is purple used judiciously throughout my home, my dishes, my walls, it even finds its way into my wardrobe. Even painting a purple tree on my wall.
3. What is your favourite quote?
It would have to be the first stanza of William Blake’s poem ‘To See A World…’
Really, I love the whole thing, but the first four lines have always been my fav… I guess this isn’t your normal answer but I want to live by these words…
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
4. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?
I love to travel… I have been to a few countries in Europe, but I would like to see Ireland some day. ooo New Zealand. And if Texas ever gets a cooler weather pattern, let me know… I will be there.
5. Favourite movie?
Pride and Prejudice … the newer version with Keri Knightly. Or maybe Medicine Man with Sean Connery… Or maybe Blade Trinity, because Ryan Reynolds was hot, kick arse, and hilarious… or maybe … *did I mention that I used to love movies, and still have a lot of favs that I watch on my laptop so that I don’t have to deal with MS headaches… man… now I want to go watch Ryan Reynolds in something.
6. What brings you happiness?
Dogs (especially my pugs), art in any form (though I have a blast with oil paints), and words… I love words. I love all the things that have come back to me after those first few years of my MS diagnosis. And I will fight anyone that tries to take them away from me again, including myself or this dang disease.
7. What was your favourite age and why?
I would say 34, because that is my current age and you should always celebrate life… but I truly love the years around five and under. That time when a child hasn’t learned to always use an indoor voice. When they laugh with there entire soul … that sound always makes me smile.
8. Favourite season?
I love the fall. Here in Ky you get some of the best colors as the leaves begin to change, and the weather is perfect. Oh, and I was born in the fall, so I guess I started soaking up the smells and sites from the day I was born. 😛
9. Favourite animal?
I love Pugs. In fact, I seem to have always had one or two of them around. I got my first Pug-baby when I turned ten. Best birthday present ever. And horses… I love to run flat out across an open flied. It’s been awhile but it is a love that you never lose. Even watching the animals is a pleasure.
10. Favourite Author?
That is definitely not something I can answer with just one name. Patricia Briggs, Laurell K Hamilton, Lora Leigh, Eileen Wilks, Karen Chance, Lynsay Sands, Christine Feehan…. nope I’m too tired to keep listing… I told you, I love words. Not just my own.
But I do love my own stories, and am happy to announce that Shocking Finds can be pre-ordered at amazon. Can’t wait until I am able to add more sites where my Publisher (Mary; Gone Writing Publishing) will be putting it up. Check out my awesome/electric cover and the accompanying blurb…
—–Now for the questions I will send out to others… hummm
1. What is your guilty pleasure? Do you lick the icing off cakes when no one is looking, do you eat before going out for a mean you know will cause you stress, do you baby talk to you cat??? What little thing makes you happy, and makes you feel silly?
2. When you go to the movies, do you go for action, comedy, drama… and why? Is there an actor that draws you to this type of movie, or does this type of movie help you to relax in some way … maybe you just like getting the crap scared out of you so you can hold on to your date… come on fess up… lol
3. If you are an author… What would you like to say about your upcoming novel? If you are an avid reader … What book has you bouncing from foot to foot, as you wait for its release?
4. Accent?? What type of accent do you have, what type do you love to hear, and what type would you like to have if you could change your own???
5. ‘The hills are alive with the sound of music…’ Vacation locations… Where is your favorite past vacation spot, and where would you like to go before you die?
6. No matter if you are an author or not, what advice would you give to your favorite author?
7. If you could make everyone in the world answer one question, no holds bar and unfailingly honestly…. what would it be? muhahahaha
8. What is your spirit animal? yep, I really want to know… personally, I think I am some kind of hybred mix. Like a pug puppy, hyena, dolphin mix… yep… I like that, so that is what I will be. (Any Native Americans out there … feel free to answer with the honest spiritual answer, or one that is more insane like me…)
9. I always have pens, or refills for my favorite pen, in my purse. Do you do anything similar (and guys, we will call it a man-purse, or just always available in your truck 😛 ) And do you have a favorite pen?
10. And last but not least, describe your craziest life experience.
Now… I will be sending these questions out to…
1. I will start with Georgie so we can get someone’s views from college life, across the pond… a realllllly big pond 😛 Everyone check out her site, and get her take on the classics in literature.
2. Steph is fellow NaNoWriMo lover… really, everyone should use NaNo to get that extra push and acceptance from the writing community.
3. Romarin is an admitted eccentric, which I love… if I’m not a little big insane while writing, I’m doing something wrong (usually forcing my words) clicking on the link will take you to one of a book blurb I can’t wait to read.
4. Opinionated Man the name says it all… recently he has reworked his site due to rude comments and abasement from the outside world… which I don’t understand…. maybe I missed something that would have angered me, while reading his posts, but I doubt it. Some people enjoy malicious hatred and use their words to harm others… booo… check out his site and judge for yourself, but please, when you disagree with something you see (on his site and all others) share your thoughts with class, and treat others in a manner that you would want to be treated.
5. Bradan’s World focuses on book reviews for the most part. Writer are always best when they are also readers, that means we read a lot… this is another good site to get someone else’s take on what to read next
6. Sally shares her take on almost anything and everything you could think up… including promotional ideas… great site for writers to check out.
7. John’s blog is about writing and travel… you can definitely find excerpt to wet you appetite for short stories, and more.
8. Mellie’s Muse read about her characters and short stories, check out the worlds she creates.
9. only child writes blog agrees with me… she wants everyone’s opinion but keep the nasty at home… 😛 … she is writing a memoir about her life as an only child… (hey we onlys rock)
10. No Passing Fancy I just love her take on things. As well as the latest slogan/pic she posted… As well as the story/background she uncovered about the phrase ‘let’s do this’… sooo cool
so, Let’s do This… Happy wordage, no go forth and write 😛 Tracey Clark
4 out of 5 read-ologists recommend this WordPress.com site. ups and downs of writer's insanity and day to day life. I will write whatever makes the voices happy, for a writer that ignores her inner voices is merely a mental breakdown waiting to happen. Keeping the voices happy and creating new worlds for them to play in is my main goal.