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July 15, 2012
I'm going to be published!!!
July 14, 2012
Music for the Muse - Challenge 3
This week is challenge #3 and I'm feeling the pressure.
If you are unfamiliar with the writing challenge please check my original post at Riverina Romantics.
This week I picked...
Okay I'm expecting a few cringes and a heap of WTF's this week but the song I picked is actually one that fits closely with my current WIP.
What's my current WIP?? Well I'm flying by the seat of my pants with this one, but it starts off with two guys taking their best friend Sophie out camping to cheer her up after catching her boyfriend cheating on her...and includes a pretty fine menage scene. Unfortunately I won't be sharing said menage scene today - but I will share the first scene.
**Please be aware this is a rough draft - isn't critted, edited etc etc **
Sophie Tanner raised her beer bottle, dipping it to her head in a lazy salute.
“Here’s to cheating bastards and the hope karma will be sudden and long lasting.”
Her two best friends raised their beer bottles in reply and continued to stare at her with puppy dog eyes. She couldn’t handle their pity. If it was one man or the other she would be able to shrug it off, but two doses of sexy broody stares was hard to take.
“Come on guys. I thought you took me camping to cheer me up.”
Mark took another swig of his beer, sinking further into his chair as he shifted his gaze to the glow of the campfire.
“Sorry babe,” Seth apologised. “We’re doing a pretty lousy job aren’t we?”
Sophie raised her eyebrows and nodded, suggesting her “no shit” response without the need to verbalise.
“Okay then,” Seth placed his beer bottle between his knees and rubbed his hands together, full of excitement. “Why don’t we play a little game of strip poker?”
Sophie’s laughter came immediately, without hesitation and Mark simply glared at Seth.
The three of them had been friends for years and although they always talked smack and their conversations more often than not revolved around sex, they had never gone further than flirty banter. The idea of seeing both these sexy men naked brought heat to her cheeks, among other places, but she knew Seth was only joking.
“Fine. You come up with something then, you gloomy bastard.”
Always the smartass, Seth was the complete opposite to Mark. His features were lighter - blonde hair, bright blue eyes, slim athletic build against Marks dark features, muscled broad chest and shoulders.
“Leave him be, Seth. He’s still pissed I didn’t listen to his warning about Zack in the first place.”
Sophie looked at Mark, willing him to make eye contact. He’d been the same silent, angry mix of a man since she told them about catching Zack in bed with another woman.
Mark was definitely the more protective of the two and seemed to take Zack’s betrayal personally. It didn’t help that he’d warned her off Zack in the first place, but she couldn’t remember a guy she’d been with that he hadn’t warned her away from. Given her ongoing bad luck with assholes maybe she should start to listen.
“I might just head to bed anyway.” She needed some alone time to deal with the latest deception.
Mark didn’t lift his head but glanced at her through the corner of his eye, the dark brown depth of his iris now black in the darkness. The glow from the fire made all his features intense, the loose strands of hair falling around his eyes to heighted his stare, the dark two day growth of stubble making him seem rugged and oh so sexy.
“Come on, Soph. It’s only early. We still have a cooler full of beer to drink and this dickwad isn’t good company,” Seth whined.
Her sight didn’t leave Mark and the way he stared at her, his expression unreadable. “Nah, I’ve had enough already, any more and I’ll have a headache in the morning.”
She stood from her chair, reluctantly breaking eye contact with Mark. Maybe she should apologise and tell him she was sorry for not listening to his warning. He only tried to protect her after all.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would tell him. Maybe she could ask him to set her up with one of his friend, someone who didn’t walk around with a constant erection, always in search of the closest warm place to stick into.
“Enjoy your beers gentlemen. I’ll see you in the morning.”
If you would like to participate in the challenge - please go to my original post at Riverina Romantics and place your web link in the place provided.
If you are unfamiliar with the writing challenge please check my original post at Riverina Romantics.
This week I picked...
Okay I'm expecting a few cringes and a heap of WTF's this week but the song I picked is actually one that fits closely with my current WIP.
What's my current WIP?? Well I'm flying by the seat of my pants with this one, but it starts off with two guys taking their best friend Sophie out camping to cheer her up after catching her boyfriend cheating on her...and includes a pretty fine menage scene. Unfortunately I won't be sharing said menage scene today - but I will share the first scene.
**Please be aware this is a rough draft - isn't critted, edited etc etc **
Sophie Tanner raised her beer bottle, dipping it to her head in a lazy salute.
“Here’s to cheating bastards and the hope karma will be sudden and long lasting.”
Her two best friends raised their beer bottles in reply and continued to stare at her with puppy dog eyes. She couldn’t handle their pity. If it was one man or the other she would be able to shrug it off, but two doses of sexy broody stares was hard to take.
“Come on guys. I thought you took me camping to cheer me up.”
Mark took another swig of his beer, sinking further into his chair as he shifted his gaze to the glow of the campfire.
“Sorry babe,” Seth apologised. “We’re doing a pretty lousy job aren’t we?”
Sophie raised her eyebrows and nodded, suggesting her “no shit” response without the need to verbalise.
“Okay then,” Seth placed his beer bottle between his knees and rubbed his hands together, full of excitement. “Why don’t we play a little game of strip poker?”
Sophie’s laughter came immediately, without hesitation and Mark simply glared at Seth.
The three of them had been friends for years and although they always talked smack and their conversations more often than not revolved around sex, they had never gone further than flirty banter. The idea of seeing both these sexy men naked brought heat to her cheeks, among other places, but she knew Seth was only joking.
“Fine. You come up with something then, you gloomy bastard.”
Always the smartass, Seth was the complete opposite to Mark. His features were lighter - blonde hair, bright blue eyes, slim athletic build against Marks dark features, muscled broad chest and shoulders.
“Leave him be, Seth. He’s still pissed I didn’t listen to his warning about Zack in the first place.”
Sophie looked at Mark, willing him to make eye contact. He’d been the same silent, angry mix of a man since she told them about catching Zack in bed with another woman.
Mark was definitely the more protective of the two and seemed to take Zack’s betrayal personally. It didn’t help that he’d warned her off Zack in the first place, but she couldn’t remember a guy she’d been with that he hadn’t warned her away from. Given her ongoing bad luck with assholes maybe she should start to listen.
“I might just head to bed anyway.” She needed some alone time to deal with the latest deception.
Mark didn’t lift his head but glanced at her through the corner of his eye, the dark brown depth of his iris now black in the darkness. The glow from the fire made all his features intense, the loose strands of hair falling around his eyes to heighted his stare, the dark two day growth of stubble making him seem rugged and oh so sexy.
“Come on, Soph. It’s only early. We still have a cooler full of beer to drink and this dickwad isn’t good company,” Seth whined.
Her sight didn’t leave Mark and the way he stared at her, his expression unreadable. “Nah, I’ve had enough already, any more and I’ll have a headache in the morning.”
She stood from her chair, reluctantly breaking eye contact with Mark. Maybe she should apologise and tell him she was sorry for not listening to his warning. He only tried to protect her after all.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would tell him. Maybe she could ask him to set her up with one of his friend, someone who didn’t walk around with a constant erection, always in search of the closest warm place to stick into.
“Enjoy your beers gentlemen. I’ll see you in the morning.”
If you would like to participate in the challenge - please go to my original post at Riverina Romantics and place your web link in the place provided.
July 7, 2012
Exercise is EVIL
My relationship with exercise started strong. As a child/teenager I played up to three game of field hockey a week, plus training. Then there were all the other sports I loved to participate in – I made my hometowns indoor soccer team, the school outdoor soccer team, played softball...yadda yadda yadda. When school finished and I moved to the big city, my exercise went from extensive to non-existent. I didn’t know many people, the two friends I moved there with didn’t play sport and I wasn’t into going to the gym by myself – so I stopped exercising altogether.
There was this one instance about a year and a half after I left school, where my boyfriend drove me back home for the weekend and my mum talked me into playing another game of hockey. I shit you not, after playing one game I couldn’t walk for a week.
Do you know how embarrassing it is to board a busy Melbourne tram when you can’t bend your legs? Apparently it’s very humorous because my husband still laughs at the memory, but since then I’ve been convinced that exercise is no longer my friend.
Last week my sister in law dragged me to a gym class. “Thighs, bum and stomach class” she tells me, which evidently only consists of a crap load of lunges, squats and sit-ups. Do you know how many of those you can fit into forty five minutes?? Yeah, me either and it didn’t help that the instructor had no idea how to count. After ten minutes I was watching the clock wondering how my now shaking legs would make it through the remaining time, but the damn woman at the front was taunting me.
“Okay people, just another ten more.”
I admit I’m a goal-orientated person. Give me a number to achieve and I’ll push myself to get there. But every single f-ing time I hit the mark, the damn woman would keep counting. “Okay just another two more,” Are you shitting me??
So the next day comes and my husband is taunting me with his sniggers and smirks, loving the fact I’m in pain, and I began to wonder – Why the hell do I do this?? I’m a small bodied person. I’ve been the same weight for the past ten years (except during pregnancy) and although I’m getting a little meatier around the edges, I’m not really a bad size. Shouldn’t I sit back and enjoy my size? Shouldn’t I take advantage of my currently great metabolism and relax? Shouldn’t I enjoy my good fortune for the sake of those who aren’t so lucky?
My exercise obsessed husband doesn’t seem to think so, but every time I work out and my legs become jelly after merely a few minutes I begin to ask myself those same questions again and again.
June 29, 2012
Waiting like a boss
DingThe simplest little sound, the notification of an email, can mean so much.
I’ve had two of my stories – my first ever completed stories, submitted to two different publishers for over six weeks now. Six weeks of absolute torture.
Six weeks might not seem like much, and realistically it isn’t. A lot of publishers and agents take over three months to send a reply, others longer. But six weeks of waking up hoping to receive feedback, six weeks of worrying about rejections, six weeks to dream about world domination and superstardom has driven me bat shit crazy. True story.
Every time I hear the ding I try to test myself. I don’t need to check my inbox straight away, it’s not going to be a contract offer, it’s not going to be a rejection. It’s probably an email about penis enlargements or mail order brides...if only I had a penis.
I try to sit back, relax, take a deep breath and continue with my life, but every time you know I’m gunna check to see what it is within fifteen seconds, maybe twenty if my phones out of reach.
And refresh! Oh, I haven’t checked my emails in ten minutes...my inbox is empty, refresh, refresh, refresh. Nope, still no email. Maybe it’s in the spam folder...nope.
Totally bat shit crazy – that is me.
Being an avid reader for years, I never truly contemplated how hard it would be to sit on the other side of the fence. From now until the day I die, contract or not, I will always appreciate the challenges authors have to go through to achieve the goal of publication.
And now I must cut my post short because I have to go check my emails.
June 16, 2012
Finally FINISHED - Concealed Desire
I've reached a milestone!Today I finished and submitted my first novel - Concealed Desire.
On a whim a few weeks ago I submitted the story information to a pitch contest and you could have shoved a 2x4 in my gaping mouth when I found out my piece had been chosen for a full manuscript request.
It was my first ever pitch and this is my first ever novel, so I was blown away with my stroke of luck.
What did I learn from the experience? Never. Ever. submit to a pitch contest unless you are finished a story. I did outline in my submission that the story was approx 2 weeks away from completion and thought it would allow me enough time to finish...yeah, I was delusional. Well, not really delusional, but I found that my stroke of luck with the manuscript request weighed out with a tiny piece of bad luck on every day there after.
So the last two weeks have been nothing but stress and total commitment to writing and polishing at every given opportunity. It even got to the point where I called one of my children by one of the character names. Unfortunately it was my 3 year old son being called 'Beth'.
But now its off in cyber space, sitting in someones inbox waiting to be read. Like every aspiring author I hope Dean and Beth's story is published for the world to see. I've had the hots for Dean for so damn long that I want everyone else to fall in love with the womanizing playboy (picture above of Nathan Kamp is the spitting image of Dean).
And Beth melts my heart. She turns Dean inside out with her honesty and kindness. They are truly perfect together.
Fingers crossed everyone
Eden xoxo
June 14, 2012
Lucky Seven Challenge
I'm a bit excited...but that happens often after too much coffee.
I've been invited by Kelly Bowerman to join in the Lucky Seven post.
Here’s the challenge. Post seven lines from an unpublished work of fiction.
• Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript (fiction or non-fiction)
• Go to line 7
• Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating
• Tag 7 other authors to do the same
My seven come from page 77 of my current WIP Concealed Desire.
“I didn’t realise you were providing entertainment. I would have brought popcorn otherwise.” Her throat grated but the words came out etched in confidence. He would not break her resolve.
He chuckled at her response, the deep tone of his voice making her core clench, her nipples harden. “I’ll take pleasure in entertaining you, Beth.” And with that, he angled around for more body wash.
Unable to resist staring, she looked at him, really looked at him...
Trust me to have the making of a sex scene on the particular page requested.
Now I have to pick seven more people to participate.
Fiona Druce
Jennifer James
Ann Harrison
Sarah Cass
Karyn Gerrard
AJ Best
Hayden Braeburn
I've been invited by Kelly Bowerman to join in the Lucky Seven post.
Here’s the challenge. Post seven lines from an unpublished work of fiction.
• Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript (fiction or non-fiction)
• Go to line 7
• Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating
• Tag 7 other authors to do the same
My seven come from page 77 of my current WIP Concealed Desire.
“I didn’t realise you were providing entertainment. I would have brought popcorn otherwise.” Her throat grated but the words came out etched in confidence. He would not break her resolve.
He chuckled at her response, the deep tone of his voice making her core clench, her nipples harden. “I’ll take pleasure in entertaining you, Beth.” And with that, he angled around for more body wash.
Unable to resist staring, she looked at him, really looked at him...
Trust me to have the making of a sex scene on the particular page requested.
Now I have to pick seven more people to participate.
Fiona Druce
Jennifer James
Ann Harrison
Sarah Cass
Karyn Gerrard
AJ Best
Hayden Braeburn
