Hump Day Anyone?

So today finds me in my favorite hidey-hole to write, a local coffee house/creperie that has free wifi (score!). It is a nice break from work.

I didn't win #MenageMonday but I had fun with the prompt. #MotivationalMonday and #TuesdayTales didn't pan out but I did participate in #55WordChallenge today (and I miss #HumpDayChallenge too - that was a fun one).

The pictures were quite engaging today but I was instantly drawn to the first one. The Muse spoke. Enjoy!

Title: The Best for Last

The grass was the last thing I saw.

There was no warning when the plague hit. I thought I had beat it, having lived longer than my neighbors and others.

I stared as my vision dimmed, the vibrant grass mocking me as I died.

I was wrong. The plague came for us all.

Monday and Menage and Writing...

Oh my - vacation was great. I had such a good time with my husband. I didn't get a lot of writing done (hardly at all) but it was nice just to decompress from everything. Sure Vegas is pretty busy but I didn't have to worry about work calls or sending out docs, just relaxing and enjoying myself.

This week I'm also trying to get back into flash fiction again. My friend, the ever awesome @caramichaels reminded me that too often we give up on ourselves. If we can't commit to an hour of writing a day, do what we can, even if its 15 minutes or a half hour.

So here I sit, before I start my creative writing class, and I managed to put together an entry for her #MenageMonday contest. I need to get back into the swing of things, especially with Nano quickly approaching (Can you believe OCTOBER isn't that far away?!).

I am going to try to do #MotivationalMonday too but I'm not sure how much time I will have.

In the mean time, here's my entry for #MenageMonday for today, 9/17/12

Title: Coffee Break

The house stood as a silent sentinel as I put my bags in the car. It wasn't much of a house, but it was mine for the moment. The 'for sale' sign glared brightly, accusing me of breaking apart the family that once lived inside.

It wasn't my fault that Allen was an asshole who decided that Cindy, the barrista at his favorite coffee shop, was a tall drink of water that he just had to sip. No, it wasn't my fault that his dick seemed to prefer her coffee, but it was my fault that the house was for sale.

He never thought I would've gone to the same coffee shop. It was strictly by accident, in the big city we lived in, that I pulled in the same day that Allen was there, mid-taste and up against the back of the building with Cindy.

Allen was lucky I didn't dump my latte on him, but the coffee there was just too good to waste, even on him.

Guess I'll need to find a new coffee shop in Arizona. I'll suffer for awhile in the heat, but it was a new start for the new season of my life.

Thanks for reading.

#SixSentenceSunday Week 12

Another Sunday, another six sentences. While you are reading this, I am thousands of feet in the air as start my vacation. I hope you enjoy another nugget of my WIP Guardians. Also, check out the other authors' sentences on #SixSunday

Officer Alva nodded at his partner and squared his shoulders, his posture stiff as he turned towards Alana. "Ms. Bachman, there is only one set of fingerprints on the car."

"What?"

His partner spoke up. "This can happen if the perpetrator used gloves, but there also isn't any other evidence, like a stray strand of hair or fibers of fabric."

"So what does that mean?"

Have a great week! What do your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday Week 11

Happy Sunday!

I hope you are enjoying your Labor Day weekend. Today's hook for #SixSentenceSunday is a bit of a jump ahead in my WIP, Guardians. I normally don't jump around when I write, as I tend to be a 'chrono' but this time, the scene spoke to me. What would happen if Alana took her pendant off? If it's just a family heirloom, it wouldn't matter, right?

Carefully, she pulled the pendant over her head, the chain catching on a few stray hairs on the way. Once it was completely free of her head, Alana felt even more anxious. Something felt very wrong.

“I think this was a mistake-“

Thunderous booms cut her off and the room filled with swirling blackness. The voices cackled and surrounded her.

Thanks for reading!

What will your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 10

Happy #SixSentenceSunday!

This week I spent most of my time going through my WIP and revising it to remove any instances of passive voice so I didn't get a whole lot more written. I wanted to catch the passive voice before I got much farther into the manuscript. So, this week's six sentences follows pretty closely to what my previous six were.

Check out the other authors participating in #SixSentenceSunday at http://sixsunday.com/

From Guardians:

The sun glinted across her car, and on the shattered remnants of her driver’s side window that littered the ground. Horrified, Alana ran over to her car, careful of all the broken class. At first glance, nothing else seemed damaged, just the window but Alana was afraid to disturb anything until the cops were there. Broken glass was everywhere, what wasn’t on the ground was all over the driver’s seat and the floor of the car.

It was unusual that there was even any glass on the ground at all. If someone tried breaking in the car, most of the glass should be on the inside, not outside. 

Thank you for reading!

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 9

Hey - two weeks in a row! I'm on a roll! Perhaps there is hope for me yet.  Best yet is the fact that I have actually gotten back into the nitty-gritty and made some real progress with my WIP, Guardians. I was beginning to think that perhaps it was going to be relegated to the "drawer" along with my previous unfinished novel. *fingers crossed* I will keep going!

So here's a snippet of what I've done this week for my #SixSentenceSunday submission. This is a good way to keep my on task. I need to have something new to put in every week! :)


From Guardians:

Curtis became pensive. “The triskele has power, if you believe the old legends. Some of the books your grandmother bought have information about it.”

“But they are just legends, right?”

He shrugged. “Depends on who you talk to.

Thanks for reading! What do your sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 8 ... kind of

For those of you that had been reading  my snippets for #SixSentenceSunday probably wondered what hole I fell into - I'm not even sure myself. Apparently my muse up and left. I haven't even been participating in the weekly flash fiction contests as much as I used to do. I still try but the mojo has been lacking. Thankfully, I think my muse came back with my mojo (my mind thinks back to the Austin Powers movie when Dr. Evil takes a vial of Austin's mojo while he's frozen in statis ... LOL yes, my mind is a weird place). So, I finally signed up for #SixSentenceSunday again and hope to continue with my WIP. I'm nearing the end of what I've already written so time to put myself to task. Everything is outlined, so I just gotta put it down on paper (or type - since this is obviously a website). LOL

Enjoy this installment of my six sentences. Peruse my blog for the rest of my submissions if this piques your interest. From Guardians

Curtis face darkened. “Look, miss, I’m not sure what game you are trying to pull. Evelyn Quinlan changed my diapers a time or two when I was young and our families were close. If anyone survived that accident, I would have known. Not only that, everyone in this town knows about the horrible tragedy that the family suffered. So for you to parade around here as Evelyn’s long dead granddaughter is just not right and is high offensive.”

Check out the numerous other authors who participate at SixSunday.com. What will your #SixSentences say?