Ok well, a little real news. Tomorrow or sunday I get to go buy a "happy 40lbs lost" outfit at Cato and I'm really excited! I'm stalling hard on the weight-loss right now, but hopefully that will be some awesome extra motivation.
And now, ahem *hides in embarrassment* Here's book stuff. All of this is first draft and WIP so it's not polished, but I have no one else to share it with. And at some point I'm really really going to need you to critique, and I can't do that if I'm embarrassed and ashamed right??? Lol.
My back cover blurb:
"Unfulfilled divorce’ Julia has just become an accidental voyeur, but now she can’t look away. Her neighbors seem to have the one thing that was missing in her marriage - passion.
When her sexy neighbor on the other side catches her watching and suggests they become friends-with-benefits, Julia is appalled. When Nathan tells her he can give her what the neighbors have, she is tempted. When he finally gives her a taste of the lustful passion she’s always craved - she is lost.
But Julia knows first hand what kills passion, and that’s marriage. So when Nathan starts getting serious, she gets nervous. Can she conquer her fears of a cold marriage bed for a love hotter than she’s ever dreamed?"
And a few tiny excerpts of better-than-usual paragraphs:
"He swallowed past the burning thorns in his throat. “I don’t think you want to come in to use the phone. I’ve got some kind of plague.” She leaned away from him almost comically, not that he could blame her. “Let me go get it. Be right back.”
He shut the door gently, and looked around for his phone. He found it in the pocket of his jeans from yesterday. Dead.
He sighed hard enough for his breath to fog the screen in his hand, and looked back towards the door. He could connect it to the charger, but then she would have to come in to use it. Feeling like the tin man after a year in the rain, he walked back and opened the door wide, hoping some of the stale smell would leak out before she walked in.
“If you don’t mind risking it, you can come in. Phone is dead. Has to stay connected.” Extra words were torture at this point. He stood to the side, allowing her to make the choice as much as hanging on the door for strength."
"Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the sweet, hot summer air. Maybe it was a week spent turning over Nathan’s words in her mind. Whatever it was, her steps slowed and changed direction, leading her towards the fence. She had a feeling she knew what she would see when she looked through...and she was right."
And now, ahem *hides in embarrassment* Here's book stuff. All of this is first draft and WIP so it's not polished, but I have no one else to share it with. And at some point I'm really really going to need you to critique, and I can't do that if I'm embarrassed and ashamed right??? Lol.
My back cover blurb:
"Unfulfilled divorce’ Julia has just become an accidental voyeur, but now she can’t look away. Her neighbors seem to have the one thing that was missing in her marriage - passion.
When her sexy neighbor on the other side catches her watching and suggests they become friends-with-benefits, Julia is appalled. When Nathan tells her he can give her what the neighbors have, she is tempted. When he finally gives her a taste of the lustful passion she’s always craved - she is lost.
But Julia knows first hand what kills passion, and that’s marriage. So when Nathan starts getting serious, she gets nervous. Can she conquer her fears of a cold marriage bed for a love hotter than she’s ever dreamed?"
And a few tiny excerpts of better-than-usual paragraphs:
"He swallowed past the burning thorns in his throat. “I don’t think you want to come in to use the phone. I’ve got some kind of plague.” She leaned away from him almost comically, not that he could blame her. “Let me go get it. Be right back.”
He shut the door gently, and looked around for his phone. He found it in the pocket of his jeans from yesterday. Dead.
He sighed hard enough for his breath to fog the screen in his hand, and looked back towards the door. He could connect it to the charger, but then she would have to come in to use it. Feeling like the tin man after a year in the rain, he walked back and opened the door wide, hoping some of the stale smell would leak out before she walked in.
“If you don’t mind risking it, you can come in. Phone is dead. Has to stay connected.” Extra words were torture at this point. He stood to the side, allowing her to make the choice as much as hanging on the door for strength."
"Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the sweet, hot summer air. Maybe it was a week spent turning over Nathan’s words in her mind. Whatever it was, her steps slowed and changed direction, leading her towards the fence. She had a feeling she knew what she would see when she looked through...and she was right."
---
So, yeah. I'm at like 21k words and still so, so much more to do. I really didn't think "being inspired" would be this hard, but damn, lately the only progress I make is like 5 words at a time! And I've lost lots of time/motivation/creativity to migraines. BUT ANYWAY, going to keep trying until this one is done at least before I decide whether or not I can really attempt to be an author for real.
Anyway, obviously not much going on here, how's things on your side of the country?
Love you, tty soon!
Anyway, obviously not much going on here, how's things on your side of the country?
Love you, tty soon!
I didn't get to go buy my outfit and I'm SUPER bummed. Just, you know, always money issues. At least I know that Gary will keep trying to make it happen until it actually does, even if I have to wait way longer than I'd like. :p
ReplyDeleteAlso I offered to beta read for another author, so it looks like I will have at least one other person to take a look at my book....if I ever finish!
Any comments/ thoughts on the little scrap I put up?
Did you get your oufit? If you did I ned a piccy lol
ReplyDeleteWhy be embarassed? Literally no reason!!
I do like your back cover blurb and I like everything else too lol
I did not get my outfit yet, a week or three until I do.
ReplyDeleteAnd I know it seems silly to you, but its hard for me to let anyone read anything I wrote and not burn with embarrassment the whole time anyway. And then add the fact that you're my sister, and you're going to be reading steamy sex scenes I wrote? Most likely poorly? Oh gosh, yes, there's plenty of reason to be embarrassed!
But, I still do want realistic, critical feedback.