Monthly Archives: January 2022

Rainbow Snippet for 1-22-2022

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).  Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

This snippet picks up from last week’s, from my still unnamed FF vampire novel.

A pair of impossibly long legs clad in high heeled thigh-high boots appeared, followed by a skirt that would have been indecent had it been an inch shorter. The rest of the body was just as luscious and Sam busied herself writing down the time of her stop and the mileage, just to try to regain control of her senses and not stare at the black bustier and red half-jacket. The outfit left just enough to the imagination to make it hard to think.

Finally unable to put it off any longer she took a deep breath, reminded herself that she was here to change a tire, and stepped out of the truck.

 

 

 

 

 

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Missing in (In)Action

Where, oh where, has my manuscript gone?
Where, oh where, can it be?

Did you ever know exactly right where something is, only to find that that’s exactly right where it isn’t? (Please tell me it’s not just me.) I decided I’d better get busy working on Onyx Sun if I wanted to get the current round of revisions done before the end of the month, and I was sure I knew where it was (next to the computer hutch in my bedroom) – but it wasn’t.

So I thought, “Ah-ha! It’s in my editing bag downstairs in the front room.” But it wasn’t.

So now a search of my room is in order, but it’s cold up there. We’re hitting single digits and negative numbers overnight, and this is an old house so the “heat” in my room is whatever wanders up from downstairs. Needless to say, I try not to spend any time up there that doesn’t involve my bed, my furry space heater (Demon Dog), and blankets.

Still, it needs to be found, so when it gets up to the 20s(F) tomorrow I’ll launch a search mission.

If you don’t hear from me, send hot chocolate.

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Wednesday Words #369 (1/19/2022)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

scissors
a house on a hill
a waterfall

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

 

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Another Weekend, Wasted

Well, I did keep up with the hundred words a day, so that’s something, but that’s about all I did unless you count laundry.

It was a weird weekend. It kind of felt like everything was on hold, like the entire area was holding its breath for the snowstorm they were calling for. (The last reported total here was 6.7 inches, but that was when my car was cleaned off and I know there’s at least two more inches on top of it now, and the last time I had the dogs out it was snowing some more.)

Anyhow, it’s back to work tomorrow, weather permitting. And if I can get my car out of its parking place. It was shoveled out, but PennDoT is likely to come through again, plus it’s on-street parking so there are cars behind and in front of mine. And my car’s ground clearance is pretty much non-existent.

Ah, the joys of Pennsylvania winter…

Still, the dogs are enjoying the snow and I’m making slow but steady progress on Song and Shadow, so all is not lost.

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Sunday Snippet, January 16, 2022

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Picking up from last week’s post from a fantasy WiP tentatively titled Wild Worker. Ciana’s father is making a delivery and she is tending the jewelry shop.

The old woman nodded approvingly. “Good. I have some gems I’d like to have set into jewelry to give to my granddaughter.”

“Feel free to look around and see if there are any settings you like. Are you looking for necklaces, rings, bracelet, pins, earrings?”

“Not earrings, but possibly all of the rest.” She moved slowly through the store, looking at the displays, and shook her head. “Back in my day, when your grandfather was the jewelry, The House of Woodrose used to be the best jewelry store in the city,” she said sadly.

“We still are,” Ciana protested.

“Oh, you still have fine jewels,” the old woman replied. “But the designs your father makes…” She shook her head. “I’ve seen dead garden slugs with more creativity than he’s ever demonstrated.”

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-15-2022

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).  Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

This snippet picks up from last week’s, from my still unnamed FF vampire novel.

The mall had long since closed and the parking lot was nearly empty by the time Sam turned the truck down the row the car with the flat tire was in. Seeing it, she let out a low whistle and checked the work order again. Apparently someone at dispatch didn’t know cars, because a Bugatti was not a “Bug.” Blue eyes swept across the sleek lines and she sincerely hoped she wasn’t drooling as she parked next to it.

Then the car’s door opened, and all thoughts of the vehicle vanished as she saw the driver.

 

 

 

 

 

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Overscheduled

I’m still making the hundred word a day goal, but haven’t touched a crochet hook all month, and Onyx Sun is still upstairs. I’ve pretty much been too wiped out after work to do much more than my hundred words, to be honest.

For those who don’t know, I’m a nurse (LPN) working through a staffing agency. My main assignment is to ride a school bus/van with a special needs student with a seizure disorder. Due to a variety of circumstances (holiday breaks, the bus company not having enough drivers, the student having doctor appointments, Covid-related quarantines, virtual schooling due to lack of school staff, etc.) I don’t think I’ve had a five-day work week since before Thanksgiving. I worked all five days this week (but not on that assignment – he’s still in quarantine) and it wore me out more than I expected.

But it’s the Friday of a three-day weekend, and we’re supposed to get a bunch of snow, so I’m thinking that crochet and hot chocolate just might be the theme of the weekend.

And maybe I’ll even bring Onyx Sun downstairs and see where I stand with that mess.

And see if I can finish the concordance for Book One of The Academy of the Accord.

*sigh* There I go again – scheduling more stuff to do than I have time to do it. Does anyone else do this? Please tell me I’m not the only one.

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Wednesday Words #368 (1/12/2022)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

ice
a baby
a flower garland

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

 

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In Process

Today has somehow managed to get away from me, and I haven’t written my hundred words yet, but I will. So far I’ve managed to write anywhere between one hundred to two hundred words a day. I’m working on two different new WiPs, but since they’re not even close genre-wise I think I’m okay.

Meanwhile, it’s only Monday and my work schedule for this week has already changed at least twice.

In other news, I found more paperwork to sort out. Okay, “found” might not be the best word as it wasn’t really lost, but I gathered it all up and brought it down here from my room to my desk. (I should have brought Onyx Sun down here, but one thing at a time. Maybe I’ll bring it down after work tomorrow.)

Slowly but surely, I’m getting organized, not that you could tell from the looks of things.

(I’m in the process of turning my bedroom into a sanctuary of sorts, for meditation, ritual/worship, etc. And sleeping. So stressful things (like bills) are being evicted.) I’d keep my writing stuff up there but it’s cold in the winter. And the bathroom is too far away. (Our bathroom is in the basement. Down and up two flights of steps is annoying (one flight is bad enough), especially if you’re really on a roll with writing.)

So, that’s where my life stands at the moment. Just like my writing, it’s a work in process.

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Sunday Snippet, January 9, 2022

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Well, there’s been a bit of change of plans regarding the snippets I was planning to post. It seems that a new story sprouted wings in the middle of the dragon one and has taken off running, so I think I’ll switch gears and post from it, since it’s related to the dragon story (and is probably going to be a prequel to it).

The bell on the door rang and Ciana looked up from her sketches as an elderly woman entered the jewelry store. Her clothes were clean but worn, and her shoes had seen better days, but her eyes were bright and clear as she glanced around the shop.

“May I help you?”

The old woman smiled. “Is your father here, dearie?”

“No, ma’am. He’s… making a delivery.” That had been his excuse at any rate, that he had to deliver a brooch to the wife of one of the city’s councilmen. Ciana was pretty sure that he was delivering more than a piece of jewelry.

 

 

 

 

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