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February 15, 2013
Friday Flashback
Gypsy Heart was my first attempt at a novel. I say attempt because my goal was to make it 65,000 words and submit it to the Harlequin Blaze line. When all was said and done, I was a little over 20,000 words short. No matter though, because after a request for the partial from a pitch I made at a conference, Gypsy Heart was rejected by Harlequin due to my ‘writing style’.
Let me just say Thank You to Julie Leto and Alison Kent, who helped me to realize that being rejected for my writing style wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Gypsy Heart soon found it’s home with an ePublisher, and every now and then I get a reader email saying how it’s earned it’s place on someone’s keeper shelf. Every now and then I also get an email asking about a few of the secondary characters….let’s just say it’s something I always keep in the back of my mind.
“There’s plenty of fun in the chase, as White mixes terse emotions and hot sex.” – 4 Stars, Romantic Times BookClub
“Ms. White has written an intensely sensual book with GYPSY HEART. Gage is every woman’s fantasy… Sable is feisty, self-assured and independent, all wrapped up in a voluptuous body that could bring a man to his knees.” – 4 Blue Ribbons, Romance Junkies
Can a man bent on settling down convince a free-spirited woman that doesn’t believe in “happily ever after” to risk her GYPSY HEART?
Reformed bad boy Gage Dougherty wants to settle down.
Free spirited bartender Sable Castle wants to live up to her bad girl image.
When Gage steps into Sable’s bar there’s an instant attraction that has her throwing traditional roles out the window and chasing him down. But when she finally catches him, can he convince her to give up her free-spirited ways and trust him with her GYPSY HEART?
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Excerpt:
This scene starts off their first “morning after”. :)
“Insatiable, aren’t you?”
A flush of heat crept up Sable’s neck and she fought a surge of shyness. Did he think she behaved like this with all the men she met? Glancing up from beneath her lashes, she saw that the eyes watching her were full of desire, and something she wasn’t ready to put a name to, so she brazened it out. “Think you can handle it?”
“I’m willing to give it a try.” His lips lifted in a lazy grin
“Then you’ll have to catch me first!” She jumped from the bed and, with heart pounding, dashed naked from the room. Choked laughter and muffled curses sounded behind her, but she didn’t stop until she came to an abrupt halt in the entrance to the bathroom. She had nowhere to run, and that didn’t bother her as much as it should. Gage was right behind her, and she was quickly wrapped in his arms and hauled against his solid chest.
“Gotcha!”
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she turned in his arms and pressed her nakedness against his. “Yes, you do. Now the question is what are you going to do with me?”
“I’m gonna pretend that you didn’t make that easy on me,” he laughed softly and walked her backwards into the small room. “And I’m going to worship every inch of you until neither of us have any energy left.”
A shiver danced down her spine at his declaration and her arms tightened around his neck. Without turning on the lights, he lifted her effortlessly into the tub and her heart fluttered in her chest. She steadied her breathing and fought the urge to stroke her fingers lovingly through his hair. Instead, she just stood there and watched, palms tingling with the urge to touch him.
He turned on the taps and adjusted the water temperature before stepping into the tub with her. He pulled the shower curtain closed behind him, flipped the lever that had the water raining down on them from above and they were engulfed in a hot and steamy semi-dark cocoon.
Pushing her newfound tender emotions to the back of her mind, she reached into the corner and came away with a sponge. She squirted shower gel onto it and, with a slightly sinister chuckle, reached for Gage.
“Whoa!” he said, putting up his hands in front of him defensively.
“What’s wrong?” She blinked at him.
“What did you put on the sponge?”
“Shower gel.” She looked at him and gave an unladylike snort. “I never noticed that you had something against smelling good.” Quite the opposite in fact, his distinctive scent was something that she’d never forget.
“I don’t. But I also don’t want to smell like flowers.”
She held the sponge up to his nose and waited for his response.
“Hmmm, that’s nice stuff. Smells like the ocean or something.”
They laughed together and Sable raised her eyebrows at the hands he still held out in front of him.
Spreading them out to the side, he nodded regally. “You may wash me now.”
Her breath caught in her throat and her pulse raced at the sight of him standing before her in the dim light, magnificently naked with open arms and a devilish grin plastered across his face.
He’s trouble all right!
She let out a low growl of appreciation and started rubbing the sponge over his chest in small circular motions. His flat nipples hardened and poked through the suds the sponge left behind, making her lips part with the need to lick and nibble her way down his body. Trying to maintain some semblance of restraint, she forced her hands to travel slowly up to his shoulders and then back down his chest and under his arms.
Her breasts brushed against his chest as their eyes locked and she ran the sponge over his backside. Gage leaned his head down and placed his lips softly against hers, only to have her pull back teasingly.
“Uh-uh,” she taunted. “Not until we’re both so clean we squeak.”
Gage let out a snicker and wrapped his arms around her once again. “You think you’re running this show?”
“I’m the one with the sponge.”
“I’m the one that caught you and put you in here.” He reached for her hands and they wrestled for the sponge in slippery space. “Ah ha!” he declared and held the sponge over his head in triumph. “I’m the one in charge now.”
She hooted at his antics and made a grab for the sponge.
“Uh-uh.” He slapped her hands away playfully and ducked to the left, letting the spray of the shower hit her full in the face. “You’re the one that made the person with the sponge the person in charge. You can’t change the rules of the game now.”
She sputtered and stepped back in mock defeat. Shaking wet tendrils of hair out of her eyes, she smiled sassily at him. “Ok then, Big Boy. What’s next?”
A shiver ran down her spine and her insides turned to liquid fire at the look in his eyes when Gage gestured to the tile wall and commanded her to “assume the position.”
She faced the tiles and placed her palms on the slick surface, spreading her feet apart. She watched over her shoulder as Gage soaped up the sponge.
Before doing anything else, he gathered her hair up and placed it over her shoulder. When her back was bared completely to him, he rubbed the sponge teasingly from her shoulders to her hips, leaving a trail of tingling flesh in his wake. Hand over hand, he stroked the sponge and his empty hand over skin. She purred, arching her back like a cat being stroked by its master.
“You like that?” he asked softly.
“Hmmm.” Unable to form words, she hummed her pleasure and rested her forehead against the smooth tile. Her mind was relaxed, but her body was awake and begging for attention.
“You like to be touched, don’t you?”
Only by you. Biting down on her bottom lip, she managed to keep her instinctive response quiet. Instead, she just nodded her head.
“I’m going to touch you all over.”
A soft moan escaped as her nipples tightened to an almost painful hardness and her knees softened at his declaration.
“And all I want you to do is stand still. Do you think you can do that for me?”
Taking a deep breath, she forced some words out into the steam. “If you can touch me all over without losing control, I can stand still for you.” She knew it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, but she couldn’t resist.
Gage stopped stroking her back and placed his hands on the tile wall next to hers. Leaning his body in until his front brushed temptingly against her back, he whispered in her ear. “Really? Would you care to bet on that, sexy lady?”
Turning her head, she could see the evil glint in his dark eyes and a ripple of excitement whipped through her. He seemed to know she needed to keep things light. “Name your prize.”
Chuckling softly, Gage rested his chin on her shoulder and thought for a moment.
“If you move before I lose it, you have to perform a striptease dance for me. And…” he continued before she could interrupt. “You’ll have to give it to me whenever and wherever I ask for it.”
Sable felt a thrill at the conditions. She was also shocked to realize that she trusted him enough to accept a bet like that. Not that it mattered, because she intended to win.
“All right. And if you lose control before I move from this position, I get to tie you up and play until I can’t play any more.”
“Deal.”
Gage nipped sharply at her shoulder before pushing away from the wall to resume his stroking. It only took a minute or two before Sable arched her back into his strokes, and her soft moans echoed on the enclosed space.
“You like this on your back, hmm? Close your eyes and imagine how it’s going to feel all over. The soap’s making your skin so slick and smooth my hand just glides across it. No friction at all.”
His hands slid lower on the next stroke, brushing over her butt lightly before starting at the top again. She sucked in her breath at the tease and decided it was time to fight back.
Without moving her hands or feet, she shifted her weight so that her bottom thrust out rudely. She brushed against Gage’s growing erection and the rhythm of his strokes stalled. A surge of power flowed through her at his hesitation. Just because she was the one unable to move, didn’t mean she was without her own weapons.
Soon Gage’s strokes stopped completely and he switched to a circular movement. One that focused on her backside and made her stomach tighten with awareness.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned softly.
“You have a fabulous ass, lady,” he taunted as he stroked his hands over her rounded cheeks. “I noticed it that first night in the pub. Your jeans were tight and stretched nicely over your plump cheeks. You know what I thought when I watched you bending over to get me another beer?”
“Uh-uh.”
“I thought ‘Now there’s an ass made for spanking.’”
Smack!
January 29, 2013
January 28, 2013
Sleeping late.
It’s my first day off after seven days straight at the day job. The one where I have to start work at seven a.m. I have to say, I’m shocked at how much I actually like this early to bed, early to rise shit. Since the store just opened, there are still some tweaks to work out there, but I really like the job. I get to work in an area I enjoy (cameras, photography, electronics) with people I like and respect.
Sounds almost too good to be true, doesn’t it? All I can say to that is time will tell.
Time, that’s the big hitch right now. I’m still getting used to working eight or nine hour days and then coming home and trying to write. So far I’ve been very bad at it. I get home and am completely trashed physically and mentally, and it’s all I can do to cook dinner, and answer emails before hitting the sack. I have a whole new respect for those writers who’ve worked days jobs and written at night. Sure I used to write and work full time too, but I worked at night. So I’d wake up, write, and then go to work. PLus, after bartending for twenty years, it was second nature to me. It required energy, but wasn’t a mental strain like learning the new position is.
I’ve been thinking about how that worked for me, and starting to try to get up even earlier. The plan is to get up and be able to write a bit before I go to work. It’s going to take tim, but I know I’ll get a new system going soon. In the meantime….It’s almost ten thirty on Monday morning, and I just got out of bed. I’m still in my p.j’s and I have a nice glass of cold, bubbly, caffeine at hand. I am ready eager to write.
January 25, 2013
Flashback Friday- The Devil Inside
The Devil Inside was my first novella, ever. I wrote it in late 2004 with Kensington Brava in mind, (back then they were the Hot line) and I even entered it in Lori Foster’s Brava Novella contest. It never made it past the first stage of entry, so for those who enter contests please remember, just because your story doesn’t place does not mean it isn’t good. The Devil Inside is good. I also entered it in a contest run by Ellora’s Cave author Tawny Taylor, where the top 3 went to her editor at EC. TDI did place in that one, and went to EC, but I never heard from the editor. So again, please remember when submitting that just because what you’re writing isn’t to someones taste, does not mean it isn’t good.
The novella did find a home and was originally published with Liquid Silver Books in early 2005. This review from Fallen Angel Reviews sums it up nicely. Check out the original cover art for it. :)
Near the end of the story the heroine’s, Gina, brother shows up. It wasn’t planned, I am a pantser, but when he and his partner (investigative, not gay) showed up a whole new world opened up in my imagination. My LSB editor’s immediate response after reading TDI was “Please tell me the brother is going to get a story now.” I agreed with her.
I really wanted to write his story, but that was right about the time that I’d started on BOUND, and then I sold to NY, several times over, and the brothers story got shoved to the back of my mind. Two years later when I got the rights back to TDI, I took advantage of my options to Kensington, and pitched it to my editor as a single author anthology, with the brothers story included. I was blessed with an editor who believed in me, and SEXY DEVIL (and the Hunter Protection Group) was born.
TDI is now the first story in that anthology, and the first in a contemporary-with paranormal elements- series that has been a blast to write. It all started with the idea of a blind date mix-up, and Gina, one of my favorite characters ever, ran with it.
“The Devil Inside”
Workaholic Caleb Mann used to think blind dates were a waste of time, but when his ex-girlfriend calls him boring in bed, Caleb becomes bent on changing his image fast. And fast is what he gets when he barely knows his date’s name, but he can’t stop fantasizing about replacing the sleek motorcycle between her firm thighs and letting her ride him all night long…
Want to read a sample? read on….
This is Chapter 3. Gina is the heroine, but she’s let the little devil on her shoulder take the reigns and is pretending to be Caleb’s blind date, Tina.
Enjoy…..
Chapter 3
She’d surprised him.
Not many people could do that.
Caleb wasn’t sure what he expected when they left the coffee shop, but this wasn’t it. When he watched her swing a slender leg over the seat of a sexy little crotch-rocket of a motorcycle, leaving her thighs almost completely bare, it had never entered his mind that they would end up in a gay bar.
Not that he minded. He didn’t judge people by their sexual preference. It just wasn’t somewhere he would’ve thought to take a woman he hoped to get intimate with.
A quick glance around the dark room made him reconsider. It was early and the bar wasn’t full, but it was busy enough. Yet, no one bothered them. No one even gave them a second look.
Couples, of all combinations, lounged on the various sofas surrounding the room’s perimeter. A small group of young guys were stationed in front of the bar, and a male couple was on the dance floor, swaying back and forth in each other’s arms.
He thought about it, and excitement pushed past his apprehension. It was the perfect place to get to know someone. Everyone there was so intent on doing his or her own thing that none paid them any mind. He wasn’t the boss, or the big brother to anyone in that bar, and that was surprisingly freeing.
Especially considering where his thoughts were taking him. With his back to the wall, he had a clear view of the room, and of Tina’s antics. They’d been playing pool for almost two hours, and despite the fact that he’d been in a constant state of semi-arousal through it all, he’d learned some pretty interesting things about her.
In fact, she fascinated him.
“You mean to tell me that you work at the coffee shop, making sandwiches and lattes for people every day, when you could easily support yourself with your illustrations?” It didn’t make sense to him. He could tell by the tone of her voice when she talked about her art that she loved it, so why would she want to work in a café when she could make a living doing what she loved?
A lush breast brushed against his arm as she reached past him for the cube of chalk on the edge of the table, heating his blood up another degree. Was she was deliberately trying to drive him insane with lust?
She continued to stroll around the table looking for her next shot as she talked. “My artwork pays nicely, but if I devoted myself to it entirely, I could easily become a hermit. Working in the cafe lets me deal with real people without getting too close to them.”
“You don’t like getting close to people?”
“I love getting close to the right people,” she said in a husky voice that made his cock swell. She bent over to take her shot, and he got an eyeful of plump womanly flesh cupped lovingly in fire engine red satin.
Swallowing hard, he dragged his gaze from her cleavage to her delicate face. The devilish glint in her dark eyes left no doubt in his mind that if he played his cards right, he could be one of the lucky ones. One of the ones she got real close to.
Tina was different than any other woman he’d every gone out with. No, not different, more. More sexual, more flirtatious, and more unpredictable.
More woman.
Flirting was one of those things he’d just never gotten the hang of. It was too much of an iffy thing, a grey area that was always open to interpretation. He preferred to deal in things that were solid … black and white only.
Unsure of how to handle such blatant flirtation without being a complete idiot, he ignored it. “Aspects of construction are like that too. I deal with clients if I have to, but I prefer to leave that side of things to my brother. He’s the smooth talking salesman of the family.”
Tina’s lips twitched up on one side but she didn’t say anything about his lack of response to her flirting. She just let the conversation move on, and continued to kick his ass at pool.
It wasn’t surprising she was winning. Watching her bend and stretch over the green felt that somehow reminded him of his bed was much more distracting than playing with one of the guys. Yet, he felt like he was getting to know her better than he ever could while sitting across from her at a dinner table.
“So you enjoy working with your hands then?” she asked in reference to his last comment about preferring to work with his crew instead of just supervising. The comment itself wasn’t sexual, but to his fogged brain, everything she said and did had sexual connotations. He was having a hard time being the gentleman he’d always prided himself on being.
Thoughts of getting to know her better in any way but the physical disappeared as she stretched a bit further to line up another shot, and her skirt rose another inch. Half an inch more and he’d know what color her panties were – if she even had any on.
Which he didn’t think she did.
In his mind’s-eye, he undid the zipper of his jeans and stepped up behind her. Lifting her skirt that final bit, he’d thrust into her from behind. She’d grip the edge of the pool table and push back against him. If they were quiet, no one would even notice.
Ungluing his gaze from her legs, and the temptation they represented, he shifted his stance. He glanced around the bar in an effort to distract his mind and keep his zipper from splitting, but it didn’t help much.
What the hell? He’d never had a problem with control before. Tina’s body was calling out to the caveman in him, and his baser urges were fast erasing his common sense. Along with his ability to hold a decent conversation. What had they been talking about?
He watched the cue stick slide through her purple tipped fingers and bit back a groan. Hands, she’d asked if he liked to work with his hands. “Yeah,” he tried desperately to get his mind back on topic. “There are few things as satisfying as looking at a completed project, and knowing you built it with your own two hands.”
He’d never fantasized about sex in public before. Hell, he’d never even had sex anywhere other than in a bed. He and his brother had been raised to treat women like ladies. He wined and dined them if he wanted to get to know them. And unlike his brother Gabriel, he always got to know them before going to bed with them.
A lightning bolt of realization hit him between the eyes and he groaned softly. His head fell back, thunking against the wall, and his eyes slid closed in misery.
He was a boring lover.
“What’s wrong?”
Her small hand burned through his shirt, leaving an imprint right over his pounding heart. He straightened up and looked down at the sex kitten standing in front of him. A party girl his wild younger brother had set him up with. What the hell had he been thinking? He couldn’t please her!
Tina cocked her head to the side and studied him for a minute. A flame flickered to life in the depths of her dark eyes, her full lips slowly tilting into a naughty smile.
Without another word, she stepped closer, her body brushing against his as her breath danced across his chin. His pulse jumped and regret fought with desire as her hand slid around his neck and pulled his head down. She didn’t know what sort of a letdown she was setting herself up for.
Her tongue darted out, and he watched it teasingly wet her lips before they pressed softly against his and all thought ceased. She leaned her body against him fully, nudging his lips apart with the tip of her tongue. Determined to shake his insecurities, he thrust his hands into her silky hair and dove wholeheartedly into the kiss.
He needed this. Needed to feel the hot eagerness of a woman against him, sighing in pleasure and wanting only him. Tongues tangled and heat burned through veins.
A deep groan formed in his chest and he tore his mouth away as she boldly rubbed against him. Burying his face in the curve of her neck, he nipped at the soft skin there and tasted her flavor as his hands roamed greedily over her curves.
He spread his thighs, pulled her tight against him and she pressed against the ache of his confined cock. Unfortunately, the eager gyrating of her hips only encouraged him to lose control.
The abundance of her rounded ass filled his hands while he held her still and thrust against her soft warmth. Her sharp teeth nipped his earlobe just before he trailed his lips across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. He couldn’t get enough.
Closer, he needed to get closer. Her clothing was in the way. He inhaled deeply of her sweet scent before nudging aside the hem of her shirt in search of bare flesh.
A distinct pain bit into his skull and his head was pulled back sharply.
“Down boy, we don’t want to get arrested now, do we?”
Tina’s husky voice brought him back to reality with a shudder. She was breathing as heavily as he was, and her fingers stroked soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck – the same hair she’d pulled to get him to back off.
A groan escaped and closed his eyes against the truth of it. If she hadn’t stopped him he didn’t think he would’ve stopped. How was he ever going to make her pant and beg and call out his name, if he couldn’t even control himself in public?
“Sasha White’s Sexy Devil is a hot surprise and a true roller-coaster of a ride—two linked stories of sex, love and danger with fascinating characters and a compelling premise. All is not as it first appears, but White proves that opposites do attract. I thoroughly enjoyed The Devil Inside and Devil’s Jewel.” —Kate Douglas, author of Wolf Tales
“These two stories are highly erotic; Sasha’s readers expect nothing less! Hot sex alone doesn’t make for a good story… I want a well-written, thought-out storyline, likeable, intelligent characters, and intrigue — Sasha never fails to deliver all of those things.”- Laurie’s Laudanum Reviews
Kensington Aphrodisia * ISBN-10: 0758219903 * ISBN-13: 978-0758219909 * Genre: Paranormal
* Length: Novel * Release Date: November 27, 2007
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January 23, 2013
Wicked Wednesday : Mouth
There’s so much to love about him. I know when other women look at him, they see his
A muscled chest and chiseled abs, lightly dusted with dark hair. He’s a real man, not some pretty boy, and he makes my mouth water and my tongue tingle with the need to taste. When his body moves over mine, those hairs tickle my skin, bringing it alive and making me sensitive to every sensation his touch brings from the roughness of his calloused hands to the softness of his talented lips…those talented lips.
January 22, 2013
Starting Tomorrow….
Just a heads up….Tomorrow is going to be my first of a new blog feature called Wicked Wednesday. Are you curious to know what WW’s will be about? I think you’ll really like them. I’m very very excited about them. I love photography, especially tasteful, erotic photography, so I’m going to use Wednesdays to combine a couple of my loves. Erotic images with erotic words. I’m going to post images I find that inspire me, and add some words to go with them. Sometimes a lot of words, sometimes only very few, but either way, I hope they’ll inspire us all to add just a little bit of wicked to our days.
***all images I use for this feature will either be ones I took, or ones I found that are available to be shared, and will be linked back to the original source.***
January 20, 2013
Growth
I’ve entered a strange new world of monday to friday day-time work. The ‘normal’ work force, and it’s anything but normal to me.
For the last six weeks I’ve been getting up at six A.M. so I could be at work to start a seven A.M. shift. Those that know me know how ridiculously hard this is for me. I’ve spent over twenty years as a night shift bartender/waitress/manager. It was strange for me to go to bed before four A.M. Then as a full-time writer I slept when I wanted, wrote when I wanted, and basically had absolutely no schedule. And in that time I always found I was the most productive at night because I wouldn’t be distracted by emails, phone calls, or knocks on the door at night. It was always quiet, and dark, and I liked that to write my stories in.
The idea was then to be a weekend writer. I love the theory, but it’s not working so good for me, yet. I do think it will though. I just have to stick with it. The best thing about it is that I’m excited about writing again, in a way I’ve not been for a long long time. You see, with the regular full-time job and steady income coming in that I can depend on, I can now stop thinking about what will sell when I write, and take more chances and write some of the ideas that have been simmering in my brain for years. Don’t get me wrong, I love writing erotic, and I truly believe that no matter what genre I write in, the stories will have a deeply erotic tone. But as a writer, a creator, I want to grow. I want to experiment and let my imagination run free and see where it leads me. I’ve enjoyed everywhere it’s taken me so far, so I trust that I, and hopefully my readers, will enjoy where it leads me now.
For those that enjoy my straight erotic, have no fear, I’m still writing it as well. Yes, I have so many plans…lots of plans. Todays plan is a story that is way long overdue, but the right opportunity for this particular story has finally come along. I’ll share more soon, but if there’s anyone out there with a Doctor fetish…. you might enjoy this story. ;)
January 13, 2013
Want to be a writer?
It’s funny to me how many people are out there that want to be writers, yet, they’ve never actually tried to write. It seems like every time I meet someone new, and they learn that I’m a writer, they say “I’ve always wanted to write.” or something similar. My response is always the same….. “What’s stopping you?”
Seriously. If you want to write, the do it. Don’t overanalyze it or let any “rules” get in your way. Don’t think too hard, don’t worry about having enough plot, or too much plot, or how to develop characters, or how to sell it, or what to do with it once you’re done writing it, bog your mind down. Those are what I call creativity killers. Those types of thoughts not only kill your creativity, they’re truly moot until you actually have some words down. So just plant your ass in the chair, and write. Once your story (or article, or essay or whatever) is done, sit back, congratulate yourself on writing it, then you take a deeper look at it and start thinking about how to make it better.
The difference between this
and this…
is this….
So, if you want to be a writer, then be one. Plant your ass in the chair, open your mind, and your heart, and let your creativity flow. Do the work, and you’re a writer, even if you never show another soul your work.
January 7, 2013
January 5, 2013
Weekend Writer
I’ve done the work a full-time job and write every other minute of my life thing. Then I did the write full-time, bartend part-time. Then it was write all the time- which is more than full-time. ;) Now I’m working full-time outside the home again, and attempting to be a Weekend Writer.
The thing is, in theory I’d love to come home form work and then write fro a couple hours each night, but I just can;t do that. Not yet anyway. Right now the day job is very physical, and normally that would juice me up, but after being so unphysical for the past couple years my body really needs an adjustment period. I thought it would be okay because hey, my body can rest while I sit and write at night, but uhmm, it’s not really working out that way. For the last week I’ve come home form work and pretty much collapsed onto the chair and either read, or watched T.V for a couple short hours then crawled into bed. So, with my two days off in a row right now, I’m turning myself into a Weekend Writer. I actually think this might be perfect (if the day job continues to give me my days off in a row)
It’s work time, and relax during the week. (reading at night is awesome!) Then now, I catch up on all my writing stuff. So…this is the plan, I will let you know how it goes, but I’m thinking positive because some fabulous opportunities have already come my way, and hopefully I’ll be able to share more later.
For now, I’m gonna leave you with a cool quote I found:
Boy meets girl; girl gets boy into a pickle;boy gets pickle into girl.”
Jack Woodford on fiction plots.
