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Showing posts with label excerpts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label excerpts. Show all posts

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Ensnared Excerpt and Happy Fourth of July!

Things have been quiet on my blog because I've been working hard on my Ensnared line edits. I was asked to knock 10,000 words off the original manuscript because my pub hadn't budgeted for a book quite as big as the one I wrote. *sighs*

That's what happens when you're long winded like me. ;)

But, I managed to do it without losing any story or scenes and I'm very happy with the finished product. I sent it off to my editor yesterday and am hoping she loves it as much as me.

To celebrate, I wanted to share an excerpt:

(click to enlarge)

Also, I have a pinterest board dedicated to Ensnared teaser pictures here. So hop over if you'd like more insights into book 3!

Now, I'm going to take a week off of social media to spend time with my poor neglected family. I hope everyone has a safe and fun Fourth of July!

See you soon. (◕‿-)

Monday, April 16, 2012

House-cleaning...

Today my poetry post is preempted for a little house cleaning. Lately I've been tagged with a few memes and they're gathering dust on my shelves.  This one seems most pressing because three authors hit me with it. Two on twitter, and one on Facebook. So, first, to thank them.

Thank you, Gennifer Albin, Jessica Khoury, and Jessica Nelson!

And without further adieu, the Lucky 7 Meme...



Here are the rules:

1. Go to the seventh or 77th page of the WIP or latest book
2. Count down seven lines.
3. Copy the 7 sentences that follow and post them.
4. Tag 7 other authors.

Here are my 7 lines from page 77 in my Word doc of Splintered:

The girl—who looks to be five—wears a frilly red pajama top with long, puffy sleeves and matching pants that cover her ankles. She sits on a grassy knoll beside the boy, who can’t be more than eight. They both have their backs to me.

Black wings drape behind the boy like a cloak, matching his velvet pants and silky shirt. He tilts sideways, so I catch his profile, but his face stays hidden beneath a curtain of glowing blue hair as he uses a needle to thread dead moths along a string—making the gruesome equivalent of a popcorn garland.

His feet—snug inside black hiking boots—are propped on a set of sketches, the same ones glued inside Alison’s Wonderland book.

“There.” His young, soft voice rustles like feathers on the wind.

Since I've always been a slow runner, I'm not even going to attempt tagging you. If you'd like to play along and give me a glimpse of your latest WIP, snag that Lucky 7 icon, post your lines on your blog, and leave a comment below. I'd love to hop over and see it!

Have a great Monday, everyone!