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Beware of Sand

Beach time

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*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.

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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.

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There are a lot of great things about the beach. The smell of the ocean 65452cacff8c30bf188c8720e11e28ad the animals ready to snap you in half or the ones willing to steal your food…83f66c0990e16a765b381151190e0a71 1482411ba8ad23c3f6568bfd219a6caf … 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?

Happy Wordage

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Meeting the World

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Shocking Finds, by Tracey L Clark to be published

 Well, so much excitement … with a heavy dose of OMG. I want to run up and down the street like a wild woman, screaming “My book is coming, my book is coming!!!” I am so overwhelmed, anxious, filled with nerves and enough happiness to split my face in half with my grin.

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Soooo, now what? Well, my job is done. Right? I can take my best bud and move to my own personal island. I can grab some me time, and finally relax as I watch all the copies of my world-changing book fly off the shelf. I can plan out my next step with leisure. HA!

I don’t know what will come next. Not really. But I know that the world of books doesn’t end when a publisher takes interest. For now, I plan to start edits on books two and three. I plan to cross my fingers that the world enjoys Shocking Finds: A Finder’s Keepers Novel. And above all else … I plan to follow my publisher’s lead. She is the expert here, in this frightening world. I can’t wait to yell out, “I sold my first book!!” I think that first book sale will feel like that first dollar that new business owners have framed up on their wall. But to get to the point that I get to grin about book sales, I need to follow and learn from Mary at http://gonewritingpublishing.blogspot.com/

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Now it is back to the keyboard. Now I beg for reviews from the betas that helped me to get to this point. I squeal with joy with my writing buddies that have had my back when I believed that no one would ever want to take a chance on a girl with nothing to list in the accomplishments area of an evil query letter. Now I go out to celebrate with my mother and the friends that continued to tell me that my story had merit. Now, I promote and get ready to ride the roller coaster to come. So many people helped to push me up high enough to reach my goal. The writing world is a wonderful place. I have been extremely lucky to find fellow wordy friends, while embracing the support from home.

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I don’t know how other writers do this. How do we face the unknown as we place our hard work in the hands of others? I hope that every lover of Paranormal/Fantasy Romance finds their way to my novel, and that they enjoy the world unfolding around Marin. If they enjoy the Fae assassins, snotty little Sprite, and the romantic leading man (Kyland) half as much as I enjoyed writing about them, then that will be a gift. With each review that I read about the love a reader has found for my writing, I want to start my sprints down the street all over again. So far I have had nothing but positive words coming my way, and I have treasured each and every comment.

I hope the crushing blow of the unavoidable negative review (because not every book lover, loves in the same way) doesn’t come for years. Hey, maybe even decades… 😛 For now, it is back to my wonderful worlds. Maybe I can write a few shorts to cleanse my writing palate. Like stretches before the big race. Maybe I will explore mystical castles, the world of dragons, or even the descent into the unknown.

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I can’t wait to start sharing things like my first book cover, the release date (which should be sometime in the coming Fall), and all the updates on future insanity. Cause you know there will be insanity. But the good kind of insanity, the kind that leads to laughter and an extra chapter or two in my next novel. For now, how about one of my favorite moments from Shocking Finds….

—-excerpt—

Being forced to play chauffeur already had Anton on edge. The little gift in his trunk was going to push him over the edge. Kyland hid his grin in Marin’s hair.

Straightening in his seat, Kyland allowed Anton to see his smirk, as their eyes met in the rearview mirror. “You may wish to drive faster. Arriving at Marin’s before the present in your trunk is fully awake could prove prudent.” At least Kyland had a base line for how long his sleeping draft would last.

“What do you mean? What present? And why my trunk?” Anton sure had a lot of questions, but at least he drove a little faster.

“I needed to transport him back to Marin’s house, and your car was unlocked.”

“It most certainly was not, you Battle-Fae-Bastard.” Anton was vibrating with tension.

“It was after I broke in.” And, okay, Kyland was enjoying himself. He felt lighter, more energetic.

Anton stared into the mirror, shock and anger plain on his face. Before he could speak, and possibly ruin their lovely drive, Kyland added, “I do not know what the big deal is. Marin blew out the rest of the windows, and I needed to open the trunk.” Kyland smirked and then happily pointed out, “Watch the road, or at least that tree blocking our way.”

—–Happy wordage, Tracey

blessings in computer woes

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just acquired a cheap, but excellent lap top… this one will be off line at all times. or as close to ‘at all times’ as possible… i would like to have something virus free… why??? because i spent two days freaking out because i thought i had lost years worth of writing… but in ocd fashion (only ocd about writing and a few other important topics… lol) i had saved my work on three different flash drives.. the first had a lot of problems, mostly the books and rough drafts saved there were no longer opening… why??? wordperfect … word-freaking-perfect… i am in no way techy, and i don’t understand office 360, and in fact feared it, so i chose to try wordperfect…

when i purchased this latest computer, i decided to bite the bullet and get office 360, understand it or not, even though the idea of saving my work on a cloud gave me pause… but the lady at the store had an Microsoft office deal that just included the basic programs, no 360… woo who… and wow… i love it… so much help with the editing process… soo… a scary few days, but in the end, it feels like i came out on top, better than ever

share and share alike

This is the post I decided to share with http://www.rubyslipperedsisterhood.com/ and their ‘winter writing festival’. A little update on how the past two weeks have been. Feel free to add a comment about your own life progress (writing, job hunts, or even laundry … interesting events happen when we least expect them.)

I have been working on a few different projects… my mind refuses to stay where I need it, so I allow my thoughts to drift for a few hours before I return to my WIP. I have been updating my blog www.traceylclark.wordpress.com, keeping up with #sunvssnow on twitter (and posting to my own comments https://twitter.com/traceylclark11) because I managed to enter the query contest before the 200 limit cut off (which happened in six minutes, omg), editing my first book which I will always feel needs a little more love with each new writing tactic I learn, and finally I have been adding to my WIP. Here are a few snippets from my editing venture. Enjoy and happy wordage everyone.

Tracey L Clark

Edits of book one, FINDER’S KEEPERS

#1:

“I will find him, Lindal. He won’t get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal’s recovery.

Glancing up, Marin noticed that there was something swinging off of Lindal’s oxygen line. “What the…” It looked like a BARBIE with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature was wearing a loin cloth and obviously male. He was also making a knot in Lindal’s oxygen line. The little man didn’t seem to realize that Marin staring at him.

“Stop,” Marin shouted. Damn-it, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go up stairs to the psych ward. She was obviously hallucinating.

Hallucinating or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think your doing?”

She finally had her figments attention. A beautiful though small pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.

“Well, answer me. What do you think you’re doing?”

“Waiting for you of course.”

“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. She must have hit her head. That was the only answer. She was now speaking with a figment of her imagination. Yep. She had lost it.

The creature put it’s tiny fists on his hips. “A sprite, of course. Don’t you know anything?” Now she was being insulted by her imagination.

“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said, and tossed the little man out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine.

#2:

Kyland could only blink at her in response but he supposed that answered one question. Marin was completely unaware of magic. Most likely freezing the sprite and flinging the car away were done on instinct, not purpose. He needed to find out why… Why didn’t Marin know about her abilities and why had it taken twenty-one years for her gifts to surface. Surely she would have noticed that she was magical over the last two decades if she was having flashes of power every time she became upset.

“I want my clothes,” Marin hissed.

“I have told you. They were ruined…” Kyland didn’t manage to get any further. The jolt of power that came his way this time was so strong that he was knocked to the floor. Who would have guessed that such a temper was hidden within such a slight form.

“Then give me yours.” Marin forgot to hold up her comforter in her anger, not that Kyland was about to complain. She was extremely beautiful. Curves that begged to be touched flowed with the smoothest skin he had ever seen, and her eyes… He could stare into them forever.

With her power riding close, Marin’s eyes were the color of the finest opals. At a glance and without the added power, they appeared to be a mesmerizing light blue. But at this moment and in the midst of her anger, he saw rainbow sparks blazing like small prisms within her eyes.

Marin was about 5’6”, average for a woman but to Kyland’s 6’8” she was petite. Her golden light blonde hair fell past her waist, and was currently shining like a mixture of white and rose gold. She was beautiful, and even angry, she was a goddess.

Finders Keepers, sneak peak, Not for distribution outside Author’s Permission © Tracey Clark