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July 31, 2011
Six Sentences More on the Ill-Fated Wedding
THANK YOU to those of you who enjoyed my clippings the previous two weeks. Your comments are tremendously flattering, and it's nice to know I'm reaching readers, which is my greatest hope. I do my very best to comment on all of your wonderful sentences, too. I hope you'll enjoy this snippet, which comes right after last week's. Here I'm trying to achieve a balance between specificity and speed...
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Ruy Blásquez took Lambra's shaking hands in his and looked into her wild eyes. She wrenched her hands away from him and shouted, pointing at Gonzalo, "Do something! Are you my husband by these nuptials or not?"
Doña Sancha shouted, "Brother! He's your nephew!"
While Gonzalo was looking at his mother, Ruy Blásquez struck him across the face with the sharp end of the lance. He fell onto his seat and blood streamed from a single streak that started on his cheek and went diagonally up the bridge of his nose to the opposite eyebrow.
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More from The Seven Noble Knights of Lara next Sunday, but only if the comments demand it. I've been distracted from it lately, so I'm starting to run out of story!
Check out the other participants here! And have fun!
If you like my writing, and you like stories about women, please consider checking out my new short story collection Threads Woven. Thanks!
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Ruy Blásquez took Lambra's shaking hands in his and looked into her wild eyes. She wrenched her hands away from him and shouted, pointing at Gonzalo, "Do something! Are you my husband by these nuptials or not?"
Doña Sancha shouted, "Brother! He's your nephew!"
While Gonzalo was looking at his mother, Ruy Blásquez struck him across the face with the sharp end of the lance. He fell onto his seat and blood streamed from a single streak that started on his cheek and went diagonally up the bridge of his nose to the opposite eyebrow.
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More from The Seven Noble Knights of Lara next Sunday, but only if the comments demand it. I've been distracted from it lately, so I'm starting to run out of story!
Check out the other participants here! And have fun!
If you like my writing, and you like stories about women, please consider checking out my new short story collection Threads Woven. Thanks!
July 30, 2011
Sweet Saturday Samples First Week!
What better way to end the month than with two -- count 'em, two! -- days of excerpts. Today is the first time around for Sweet Saturday Samples, a concept I truly appreciate. See the other non-violent, non-sexual excerpts here. As I wind down my promotions for Sail To Italy and Sail From Italy, I can think of no sweeter book ever written. :)
This silly scene is from the beginning of the first book, when Princess Noreena needs Pirate Pierre to find the fugitive Giovanni Redicci.
Pierre had come with an offer. "I know where your Giovanni Redicci is. I can get him for you, but it's going to cost you dearly.""How much?" was all Noreena said, though she was taken aback. It was all she could do to keep herself from jumping up and down."How much are you willing to pay?" he asked."How much are you asking?" she insisted. Though she was willing to hock her new silverware, she was a bargainer at heart."Sixty five. French francs, please.""Oh? I suppose that means I have to go to France, then.""Correct.""And that will cost me a fortune in itself.""Correct.""Monsieur Pierre, I'm afraid you'll have to take down your offer. I do not have adequate funds at the present." Noreena was annoyed.Does he think I've got French money growing on my courtyard trees?she thought.Pierre was silent a moment, then said, "I'll make another offer, but you may turn this down, too. If you sail to Ireland with me, I will detour to France where you can get fifty five, and I will then get this Redicci for you, then you give me the money and do whatever you wish with him.""Fifty five, hmm?""I won't go any lower, so accept or find someone else who can find him. Your search parties weren't doing so well, and only I know where he is. Weigh all this carefully, your highness.""Oh, but I do know where he is. You told me yourself just now. He's in Ireland.""Drat!"
See this and other excerpts here. I'll keep future excerpts shorter.
In Kindle, Nook, or paperback, this saga is not expensive, long, or serious. Enjoy!
This silly scene is from the beginning of the first book, when Princess Noreena needs Pirate Pierre to find the fugitive Giovanni Redicci.
Pierre had come with an offer. "I know where your Giovanni Redicci is. I can get him for you, but it's going to cost you dearly.""How much?" was all Noreena said, though she was taken aback. It was all she could do to keep herself from jumping up and down."How much are you willing to pay?" he asked."How much are you asking?" she insisted. Though she was willing to hock her new silverware, she was a bargainer at heart."Sixty five. French francs, please.""Oh? I suppose that means I have to go to France, then.""Correct.""And that will cost me a fortune in itself.""Correct.""Monsieur Pierre, I'm afraid you'll have to take down your offer. I do not have adequate funds at the present." Noreena was annoyed.Does he think I've got French money growing on my courtyard trees?she thought.Pierre was silent a moment, then said, "I'll make another offer, but you may turn this down, too. If you sail to Ireland with me, I will detour to France where you can get fifty five, and I will then get this Redicci for you, then you give me the money and do whatever you wish with him.""Fifty five, hmm?""I won't go any lower, so accept or find someone else who can find him. Your search parties weren't doing so well, and only I know where he is. Weigh all this carefully, your highness.""Oh, but I do know where he is. You told me yourself just now. He's in Ireland.""Drat!"
See this and other excerpts here. I'll keep future excerpts shorter.
In Kindle, Nook, or paperback, this saga is not expensive, long, or serious. Enjoy!
July 28, 2011
New Release: Threads Woven (Stories)
Now available by popular demand! Readers have been asking for a collection of my short stories, and I've responded by coming out with Threads Woven, a collection that includes only my most woman-centered tales. This is not because I don't think men are worth writing about or that men shouldn't read my writing. It just seemed like the most solid theme upon which to base a collection.Included stories (click on live links to read the whole story -- the best preview ever!):
1. "Threads Woven" (never previously published). In this charming longer story, Miriam seeks artistic inspiration in a writing class. Feeling ever more alone, with her husband busy in a career and with a beautiful new running partner, her daughter unavailable and her classmates thirty years younger than she is, Miriam finds communion and inspiration in another drifting soul, in Chinese food, and in an old quilt.
2. "Justine"
3. "Job Fair"
4. "Calcium-Rich"
5. "Slippers"
6. "Club Love"(not previously published). Meredith works at a club where she must cater to her male clients' every whim, so her best friend thinks it's a good idea to take her to a club where the roles are reversed. It seems like a very good idea, for a while...
7. "Green Hot" (never published before). Sheila knows she deserves the promotion that her coworker gets. Her strong conviction literally burns her up from the inside out.
The cover is very blue. It was my husband's favorite of the ones I could get artwork rights for. We both really loved one painting, but I've had trouble contacting the artist. I'll show you the other possibilities and maybe ask you to vote on them in Monday's post!
Here's the buy link to get a free sample of the title story. Also available in Nook! For now, these stories are only in e-book, but one day a paperback will exist that somehow combines all the amazing stories I want to share with my readers.
July 26, 2011
Treasure Quest: Discovery Lies Between The Covers: Mega Author Blog Hop Tour WINNERS
The winners have been chosen and notified and will appear here once they grant permission. Congratulations! Enjoy your copies of Sail To Italy and Sail From Italy!These are my two favorites out of all the wonderful suggestions I got for the coming year of my blog. (Thanks for the compliments! They make me feel like I have some idea what I'm doing!)
1. "I want to continue following your writing adventures!" Kay Springsteen. iluvkimi220 and Krystal Larson expressed similar (flattering!) desires.
2. "It's cool to put up stuff you like... what makes you you... whether it's hot guys or chocolate fantasy painting" Nikki. Robin made a similar comment. Sorry to say, my interests outside of writing aren't that inherently exciting! But we'll see what we can do.
I'll address all the ideas I received either in an individual post in the coming weeks, or as a general modus operandi in the coming year. Thanks for the suggestions. I'm so glad I asked!
Happy blogoversary to me....
July 24, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday: Death at the Wedding and Its Consequences
These six come directly after the six from last week. Doña Lambra's about to hold forth at her nephew Gonzalo:
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Through her tears, she exclaimed, "He was my cousin. He won the prize. Never before has a bride been so dishonored at her own wedding! Ruy Blásquez will repay this betrayal!" Doña Sancha let go of Gonzalo's arm to wipe at the tears coming down her own cheeks and plead with Lambra. "Oh, dear sister-in-law, he didn't mean to do it."
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Thanks so much for stopping by and for whatever insight you wish to share here. I really appreciated the encouragement last week! What an amazing boost that was! The other six sentences for this amazing Sunday jaunt are here.
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Through her tears, she exclaimed, "He was my cousin. He won the prize. Never before has a bride been so dishonored at her own wedding! Ruy Blásquez will repay this betrayal!" Doña Sancha let go of Gonzalo's arm to wipe at the tears coming down her own cheeks and plead with Lambra. "Oh, dear sister-in-law, he didn't mean to do it."
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Thanks so much for stopping by and for whatever insight you wish to share here. I really appreciated the encouragement last week! What an amazing boost that was! The other six sentences for this amazing Sunday jaunt are here.
July 22, 2011
You Know You Want To
He's really upset about leaving the cabinet because he was in the middle of a great book: Tree/House! 
Go ahead, read it. Some strange urge deep within your psyche is telling you... you know you want to.
You are feeling sleepy, very sleepy...Wake up with a good read! Really inexpensive, too.
Photos from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920).
July 19, 2011
Expectations in Flash Fiction
I've been shopping around a piece that is dear to my heart because it's an ode to my marriage, both its misfortunes and its strength. At less than one thousand words, it's officially considered a flash fiction piece. I want so much to share it with the world! I think it's a funny little glimmer of joy in a sad world. But it seems not enough people "get" it. It's admittedly pretty unusual to want to celebrate marriage and love in an exaggerated, absurdist style, but if I'm not striving to write things no one's written before, am I not wasting everyone's time? (It's not a rhetorical question. Feel free to weigh in.)
I sent it for consideration for publication to Everyday Fiction, and wonderfully, helpfully, and unusually, they included the evaluations with the rejection letter. There were no less than four different reviewers (showing the quality of the venue!) Two readers seemed to really get it, which was heartening. A third called it "unique" (hooray!) but seemed overwhelmed by the tightly-woven sequence of action -- s/he used the word "packed," which I would have thought meant the reader gets a lot for their money/time investment. I always think flash fiction is short enough that the reader can look it over many times instead of just the once, so it's okay to really jam it full because they'll pick up on more details the second and third time, but I respect a differing opinion.
The fourth reviewer, in my humble opinion, was completely misguided. I think I made the exaggerated, absurdist style apparent in the first sentence: "It rained so hard, the wicker baskets were overflowing." How much would it have to rain to fill a wicker basket, much less to make it overflow? Pretty exaggerated and expressed in an absurd manner. Yet the reviewer seemed to think I was trying to be true-to-life when I talked about 200-mile-per-hour winds in Nebraska. Sorry, I was trying to exaggerate, which is not easy when you're talking about wind in Nebraska. So that was utterly puzzling, but perhaps his attitude can be explained by another comment, in which he worried about a flash flood coming through the ceiling. That's not what happens in the story, so I can only assume he wasn't paying attention. Totally misapprehended the entire plot at a basic level because he was expecting something else. It grieves my heart when that happens, but there's nothing to be done about it.
The other major flaw in his critique seems to be widespread among critiquers, so I'd like to take this opportunity to explain why I think it doesn't work for flash fiction. He wanted more of a "basis/description of the actual love between them." I just don't see how I could ever do that with the word count limitations of flash fiction. If I were to start really getting into what holds this couple together, it would become a novel, and I already have too many big projects on my plate. For me, flash fiction is all about small details to suggest a whole, so it relies on the reader to activate his/her imagination. If anyone can clue me in on how to achieve a balance between suggestion and explanation within one thousand words, please do so.
I've come up with this mental framework for flash fiction after years of reading the best of it and years of crafting some of my own, so it's not like I'm whinging like a baby over my first attempt here. And I want to express my sincere gratitude to Everyday Fiction for providing the readers' comments. It's the most basically useful thing a writer can see, yet we hardly ever get to see it.
In the end, the story is a love letter I wrote for my husband as we were packing up to move to Arizona with most of our belongings in storage, to show him we could make it though anything. I may not ever find a magazine that's willing to celebrate perfect love between imperfect humans in a vastly imperfect world. But I'll keep looking.
I sent it for consideration for publication to Everyday Fiction, and wonderfully, helpfully, and unusually, they included the evaluations with the rejection letter. There were no less than four different reviewers (showing the quality of the venue!) Two readers seemed to really get it, which was heartening. A third called it "unique" (hooray!) but seemed overwhelmed by the tightly-woven sequence of action -- s/he used the word "packed," which I would have thought meant the reader gets a lot for their money/time investment. I always think flash fiction is short enough that the reader can look it over many times instead of just the once, so it's okay to really jam it full because they'll pick up on more details the second and third time, but I respect a differing opinion.
The fourth reviewer, in my humble opinion, was completely misguided. I think I made the exaggerated, absurdist style apparent in the first sentence: "It rained so hard, the wicker baskets were overflowing." How much would it have to rain to fill a wicker basket, much less to make it overflow? Pretty exaggerated and expressed in an absurd manner. Yet the reviewer seemed to think I was trying to be true-to-life when I talked about 200-mile-per-hour winds in Nebraska. Sorry, I was trying to exaggerate, which is not easy when you're talking about wind in Nebraska. So that was utterly puzzling, but perhaps his attitude can be explained by another comment, in which he worried about a flash flood coming through the ceiling. That's not what happens in the story, so I can only assume he wasn't paying attention. Totally misapprehended the entire plot at a basic level because he was expecting something else. It grieves my heart when that happens, but there's nothing to be done about it.
The other major flaw in his critique seems to be widespread among critiquers, so I'd like to take this opportunity to explain why I think it doesn't work for flash fiction. He wanted more of a "basis/description of the actual love between them." I just don't see how I could ever do that with the word count limitations of flash fiction. If I were to start really getting into what holds this couple together, it would become a novel, and I already have too many big projects on my plate. For me, flash fiction is all about small details to suggest a whole, so it relies on the reader to activate his/her imagination. If anyone can clue me in on how to achieve a balance between suggestion and explanation within one thousand words, please do so.
I've come up with this mental framework for flash fiction after years of reading the best of it and years of crafting some of my own, so it's not like I'm whinging like a baby over my first attempt here. And I want to express my sincere gratitude to Everyday Fiction for providing the readers' comments. It's the most basically useful thing a writer can see, yet we hardly ever get to see it.
In the end, the story is a love letter I wrote for my husband as we were packing up to move to Arizona with most of our belongings in storage, to show him we could make it though anything. I may not ever find a magazine that's willing to celebrate perfect love between imperfect humans in a vastly imperfect world. But I'll keep looking.
July 17, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday: Death at the Wedding Aftermath
Wow, I was thrilled with the response to my anxiety-driven question to you all last week! Thanks so much for all the comments! I've filed them with the chapter draft and will work with them during editing. I have ideas for all the observations -- yes, even the ones that are diametrically opposed.
These six take place right after the six from last week. Again, this is a first draft. Thank you for reading.
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Doña Sancha reached for her son's arm and held on tightly. "Gonzalico, what have you done?" she whispered into his ear. He opened his mouth and shook his head in disbelief.
Doña Lambra began tearing at her fine silks, sending crisp ripping sounds through the thick air along with her grating sobs. Her whole body shook so violently that her hair flowed out of her headdress, which tumbled to the ground. She strode between the crush of people, wading through the blood and over the teeth, to face Gonzalo González.
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What will she tell her nephew-by-marriage who's the same age as she is and gorgeous as well? Tune in next week!
In the meantime, check out all the other wonderful sets of six sentences here.
These six take place right after the six from last week. Again, this is a first draft. Thank you for reading.
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Doña Sancha reached for her son's arm and held on tightly. "Gonzalico, what have you done?" she whispered into his ear. He opened his mouth and shook his head in disbelief.
Doña Lambra began tearing at her fine silks, sending crisp ripping sounds through the thick air along with her grating sobs. Her whole body shook so violently that her hair flowed out of her headdress, which tumbled to the ground. She strode between the crush of people, wading through the blood and over the teeth, to face Gonzalo González.
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What will she tell her nephew-by-marriage who's the same age as she is and gorgeous as well? Tune in next week!
In the meantime, check out all the other wonderful sets of six sentences here.
July 16, 2011
Treasure Quest: Discovery Lies Between The Covers: Mega Author Blog Hop Tour July 18-25
In Sail To Italy and Sail From Italy, Pirate Pierre is always on the move, on an unending quest for treasure. If you happen to see him while you're about your princess business, it's probably a lucky fluke. Of course, the real treasure can be found between the covers of a book, but that's not where he's looking in this imagination of how he ends up getting in touch with his tender side:
Pirate Pierre and his crew were skirting the coast of Iceland. While they were in Greenland dropping off Victor Viterbo, one of the crewmen had heard a rumor about enormous treasure buried under the tundra in Norway. They had to stop in Iceland and stock up on provisions before sallying forth onto the frozen desert. They weren't sure what to expect, but Pierre had visions of wooden chests, perfectly preserved in the permafrost and overflowing with diamonds and rubies as cold as his heart.
Courtesy ancerstryimages.comSuddenly the pirate in the crow's nest started ringing the alert bell. "Princess off the starboard bow!" Pierre looked down, and extraordinarily, a woman glittering with jewels was floating on a rickety raft accompanied only by a lap dog. She waved her hand at him regally.They got her on board and she handed the dog to Pierre when he put out his hand in greeting.
"I'm Princess Christina of Norway," she said. "The Swedes tried to abandon me on Greenland all by myself, except for Muffy here, and probably hoped I would stay there. I put together that raft but had nothing to steer with, and the currents made it impossible to land on Iceland, which is what I assume that island is. I was hoping the Icelanders would help me against the Swedes. But I really can't rely on anyone, anymore, can I?" "I'm not familiar with Nordic politics," said Pierre. The princess was wearing a tangle of necklaces with every gem imaginable, at least one gold ring on each finger, and bracelets and bangles that stacked up her arm and disappeared under her silken sleeves. If Pierre was staring, though, he wasn't staring at the jewels. Her eyes shone brighter than any gem, her hair glittered more than gold. Could she be the treasure he'd been looking for all his life? "My name is Pierre, and we'll be happy to take you back to your loyal subjects."
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Ah, blooming love!
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HOW TO WIN: Take a look at this post. Please take a moment to let me know in the comments in that post or in this post (both will be considered valid) what you would like to see in the second year of this blog. Leave your email for full consideration. (I will only contact you to notify you of your winnings and ask for a mailing address for the paperback copies.) The best suggestions will appear on this blog. Thanks for stopping by and for commenting!
This book is also participating in giveaways on Goodreads and Librarything, but your best bet for winning is right here!
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July 15, 2011
Blogoversary Approaching
Hard to believe it: I've been blogging for nearly a year. My first post as a Famous Writer appeared August 20, 2010. I set up the site so that I would have a central location to log all the stories I published and to let readers know about my current projects so they could get as excited about them as I was. Barely knowing what I was doing, I shared a little about the way the economic turmoil has affected my family, about the trials of publishing, and about my dream of starting a publishing company coming true. Through unexpected and wonderful connections, this blog has grown into something much bigger than I could have dreamed. I've had the privilege of interviewing some wonderful authors and even participating in blog hops and the incomparable Six Sentence Sunday. Thanks to everyone for making this such a positive experience!
I think the anniversary is a great opportunity to reconsider the blog's purpose and execution, and so I'm turning to you, my readers. Please let me know what you would like this blog to become for the next year. More interviews? More reviews? More musings on geography or money? Fewer? More excerpts? More literature and history lessons? Something else entirely? I'd love to hear any of your ideas. Thank you for your important contribution. Please leave a comment here and leave an email address if you'd like to be entered into the next blog hop drawing for a gorgeous signed paperback of Sail To Italy and Sail From Italy, further explained tomorrow.
I think the anniversary is a great opportunity to reconsider the blog's purpose and execution, and so I'm turning to you, my readers. Please let me know what you would like this blog to become for the next year. More interviews? More reviews? More musings on geography or money? Fewer? More excerpts? More literature and history lessons? Something else entirely? I'd love to hear any of your ideas. Thank you for your important contribution. Please leave a comment here and leave an email address if you'd like to be entered into the next blog hop drawing for a gorgeous signed paperback of Sail To Italy and Sail From Italy, further explained tomorrow.
