Lazette Gifford's Blog, page 79
July 18, 2013
New Release: Waiting for the Last Dance
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/...
Marisha had to face the truth when her best friend drove the car that purposely hit Gian -- the boy next door whom Marisha had secretly loved for years -- and put him in a wheelchair.
Now, a year later, the pain of that time is triggered again by an unexpected death and questions Marisha never thought to ask. What really happened
July 15, 2013
Merry Go Round Tour # 24 -- Online Writing Communities
Now here is an interesting subject for me. As the owner of Forward Motion for Writers, my view of Online Writing Communities is a bit different from that of people who are just members. My personal 'wants' may be the same, but trying to organize and encourage others to help their fellow writers is not always easy.
What do I think makes a good online writing community? One in which
What do I think makes a good online writing community? One in which
July 14, 2013
JulNo Decision
I have decided that I'm just going to coast through the rest of JulNo. As much as I would love to push and get 100k or more, I don't have the energy or the ability to focus that well. I am not stopping writing, of course (I wrote on the day of the heart attack and the day after!), but I am not going to shove everything else aside in order to do so. I'm already over 50k and I imagine
July 12, 2013
Flash Friday # 51 -- Sunrise to Sunset
The sun rose over the horizon; not like a day on earth. This sun rose only once every ten thousand years. Ice melted in the sudden glare and the natives awoke again.
By early morning, a thousand years later, they had climbed from the caves into the land rich with mud and food. One generation after another lived and died, pulling themselves up from the darkness.
The urge to build
By early morning, a thousand years later, they had climbed from the caves into the land rich with mud and food. One generation after another lived and died, pulling themselves up from the darkness.
The urge to build
July 10, 2013
Heart Attack
I've been thinking about how to approach this post for over a week now. It seemed as though everything was over-the-top for a while. There's also been the added problem that I just have had trouble sitting down and writing.
Well, actually, I've had trouble staying awake, but that's the new drugs. I'll get used to them. Or I'll sleep a lot.
Between about 11:30 pm on July
July 5, 2013
Flash Friday # 50 -- Plot Bunny Panic (Drabble)
The Chief Plot Bunny knew there was a problem when a half dozen minor plot bunnies panicked. Soon there were a dozen more -- and then so many panicked plot bunnies that he could barely understand them.
"Where do we start?"
"Where do we end?"
"We won't survive JulNo!"
The Chief Plot Bunny finally untangled the mess, which wasn't as bad as he feared. She was in the hospital, but
"Where do we start?"
"Where do we end?"
"We won't survive JulNo!"
The Chief Plot Bunny finally untangled the mess, which wasn't as bad as he feared. She was in the hospital, but
June 27, 2013
Flash Friday # 49 -- Return
Tiran's fingers caught old of the slimy rock above the water's edge as he carefully pulled himself out of the icy moat. Slow movements, like he had made crossing the water. He did nothing to wake the dragon, which was used to things trying to race across to reach the wizard's tower. Tiran had moved with the languid twists of a fish, hardly creating a ripple.
He would succeed
June 25, 2013
Waiting for the Last Dance, Chapter Fifteen (End)
Links to the previous chapters are HERE
Chapter Fifteen
By Sunday afternoon,
Akio and I both decided prom was actually a form of torture adults visited on
graduating classes as a sort of final revenge.
Mom woke us early and started preparations. The first wasn't so bad: A personal massage, pedicure and manicure at
a wonderful place in Thousand Oaks. We
left there to get our hair
Waiting for the Last Dance, Chapter Fourteen
Links to the previous chapters are HERE
Chapter Fourteen
Akio and I stayed awake
far into the night, talking about so many things I couldn't keep track. I felt as though both of us had escaped from
captivity and we giggled and laughed as though we were eight instead of eighteen. When she went across the hall to bed, I saw
she held the teddy bear Gian had given her.
I fell over
Waiting for the Last Dance, Chapter Thirteen
Links to the previous chapters are HERE
Chapter
Thirteen
I refused to stop running. I don't know if anyone followed or tried to
stop me and I didn't care. I heard
voices yelling, but I didn't listen as I did my best to follow after the car,
keeping the blurry image in sight long enough to see what direction Missy took
after leaving the school lot. She wasn't
driving very fast
