So I found out I placed 4th in the New England RWA First Kiss Contest. Here is what the editor said...
The writer does a good job of creating a sexy chemistry between the hero and heroine. The premise is unique—always a good thing.
She also said to be careful that my heroine does not come off as shrill. None of the other judges or my critique partners have mentioned this but I will take a second look.
I have finally completed the scene after the first kiss - Hooray!!!
And finally broke through the 20,000 word mark. In the month of January I'm starting my own take on NANO with my friend Yolanda. A thousand words a day. Which will send me over 50,000 word mark - 5,000 words short of THE END.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
"A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water." Carl Reiner
Home from work today as the roads are covered in ice and snow.
Still working on Love By Design but the good news is that I've finaled in the New Englands RWA First Kiss Contest. I was able to revise it before it goes to an editor at HQ for final judging.
Still working on Love By Design but the good news is that I've finaled in the New Englands RWA First Kiss Contest. I was able to revise it before it goes to an editor at HQ for final judging.
Friday, December 4, 2009
"The lips know only shallow tunes. The heart is where great symphonies are born." - Calvin Miller
At the Thrall Library Bookstore I came across an old friend - The Song by Calvin Miller which is part of The Singer Trilogy. The trilogy is a poetic narrative - The Singer (Gospels) The Song (the Acts) and The Finale (Revelation). I remember reading them in high school. Since it was only a dollar I thought I'd revisit and share a small part with you...
Let men embrace the rain.
Come, Wind, blow free
And stir the warm sweet breeze!
Dream, dreamless men!
Our empty youth come filled
with prophecy.
Our grunts now Spirit-washed
are words again.
The Great Invader breathes upon you
as a man
Of Holy Fire, from that far land
where all
Horizons meet. He knocks
with wounded hands
Upon the soul. And penetrates
the wall
Powerful stuff.
Let men embrace the rain.
Come, Wind, blow free
And stir the warm sweet breeze!
Dream, dreamless men!
Our empty youth come filled
with prophecy.
Our grunts now Spirit-washed
are words again.
The Great Invader breathes upon you
as a man
Of Holy Fire, from that far land
where all
Horizons meet. He knocks
with wounded hands
Upon the soul. And penetrates
the wall
Powerful stuff.
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