Thursday, June 4, 2020

Thursday's Fifth Scene from Seducing the Baker #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Romance #Cupcakes


Jules sat in the Jeep until the remnants of the day his life had changed vanished. Why had he given into the urge to drive past the group home? Not one of his better ideas and certainly not part of his weekend plans. He reviewed the steps. There was a contract to be signed. Failure would taste bitter. Coming to grips with the betrayal of his trust wasn’t part of his plans for today either. Hard work and trusting few people had given him all he’d lost and more.
Sometimes he wondered what had happened to the people who had invested with his father’s Ponze scheme. Why had people thrown money into investments seeming too good to be real? Had they been greedy or fools?
He’d been torn from a comfortable life. Shame oozed from hidden places. Why did tingles of guilt smear his life? He’d been a teenager and hadn’t done anything wrong. Shame had driven his parents to death and he’d ended up in that place.
He gulped deep breaths of air and rubbed his hands in an attempt to warm them. The action failed to heat the past he feared would remain eternally chilled.
Cut the crap. Can’t go back. Forward is the only direction.
He’d come to the Hudson River village for two reasons. Business and a meet and greet. He wasn’t here to think of what could never be. Gnawing old bones impeded progress.
Jules slid from the Jeep. He dragged the briefcase from the passenger’s seat. With quick steps he dashed across the street and paused to study the bakery shop window. Sweet and Spicy Cupcakes. Above the sweet a bee buzzed and above spicy a red pepper hovered. He opened the door. Myriad scents swirled in the air. Spices, chocolate, coffee. The aromas of baking. For a moment he drown in the delicious aromas.
The blonde behind the counter filled a box with an assortment of cupcakes for a customer. A second woman held a similar box. Moments later money changed hands and the middle-aged women filed to the door. Jules stepped aside and held the door.
One of the ladies turned. “Bonnie, are you sure you’ll have my order ready on Christmas Eve?”
“On file and can be picked up between nine AM and seven PM. We’re staying open an hour later that day.”
Jules stomach growled reminding him he hadn’t eaten lunch. The aromas swirling in the air tempted. Perhaps a taste of the wares before he engaged in business made sense and would give him a way to push for the magazine feature. He strode to the glass covered cases and read the names of the flavors. How could he choose when they all looked great?
The blonde turned from the register. “Can I help you?”
“Coffee and I don’t know which one to choose. They’re all tempting. Do you have a recommendation?”
She tapped the counter. “I do. Cinnamon Bun is my favorite. If you want something designed for the season, there’s Candy Cane, Ginger House or Winter Snow.”
Jules studied the offerings. “The cinnamon and the snow.” He paid and carried his selections to a table near the window. After filling a cup with coffee he sipped. The beverage was smooth and rich with no bitter aftertaste. He needed to learn where the shop purchased the beans.
At the table he bit into the cinnamon cupcake. The spice mellowed by the icing told him why Allie wanted to feature the shop. After finishing the first cupcake he tasted the second. A blast of wintergreen hit his palate. “Brilliant. Brings the surprise of a sudden snow storm to mind.”
The clerk grinned. “I agree.”
“Why did you turn down the chance for a feature in Good Eatin’?”
The woman’s mouth gaped. “She never told me. Not that I’m a partner or anything.”
He frowned. “So you’re not the owner.”
“Just the clerk. I’ll yell at the boss. How could she turn down the offer? That mag is rad cool.”
Jules raised his coffee cup. He had an ally. Time to find a way to use her enthusiasm. He listened to her chatter about her boss’ plan. A five year goal. Slow growth. Quality products. He waited for the clerk to run down.
“Where is the owner? I must speak to her.”
The blonde leaned on the counter. “She’s busy creating a new cupcake.”

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Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Wednesday Romancing the Nurse #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Medical #Nurse #Doctor

Romancing The Nurse

Visit with the writers at #MFRWHooks here  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com  For some great excerpts. Mine is a medical romance

BLURB:
Ginny’s new job as patient care coordinator at a suburban hospital is a dream come true. She can raise her daughter and young niece away from the city.

The older orthopedic surgeon who recruited her helps make the move easier. His stroke brings his son, another surgeon home to take over his father’s practice. Unfortunately, Ginny remembers him from an evening encounter at the city hospital where she worked. They had words. He also remembers that night.

They clash but beneath the anger, there is an attraction. Blake wants her in his bed and attempts to romance her. Then he discovers he wants her forever and must eat a lot of crow

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EXCERPT:
A rap on the window broke into her reverie. A grinning Annette peered through the glass. "Girl, quit your dawdling. Young Dr. Marshall has arrived." She pressed a hand to her chest. "He's a man for every woman's fantasy."
     Ginny shook her head. She pictured the older Dr. Marshall, subtracted years and added hair. Pleasant. Maybe cute, but hardly fantasy material. She rose. "I'm on my way. Wouldn't want him to accuse me of ignoring him."
     "Won't happen. He seems as nice as his dad. Run, don't walk. Rescue him before Val drowns him in sweetness."
     Ginny frowned. Val ... Sweet ... impossible. The unit's secretary was a mistress of the rude put-down.
When Ginny turned the corner, she stopped short. A barely contained urge to run in the opposite direction caused her to approach the desk with slow, measured steps. Young Dr. Marshall was tall, handsome ... and black. He was also the resident who two years ago had questioned her nursing judgment. Though she had been vindicated a patient had suffered needless pain.
     Her hands curled into fists. Dr. Marshall laughed at something Val said and then turned to Lisa. The knot in Ginny's abdomen swelled into her chest. No way, she thought. She wouldn't allow this man or anyone to detour her from her chosen road. She plastered a smile on her face that she knew didn't match the hostility she felt.
     "Dr. Marshall, I'm Ms. Barr, Patient Care Coordinator for the unit. Welcome to Hudson View."
     Lisa strolled away. "See you around, Dr. Marshall. You'll soon discover Hudson View is nothing like the University for interesting and exciting cases."
     Ginny stiffened. Why did Lisa constantly bad mouth the hospital? If she felt bored, she should have stayed at the University.
     A slow smile curved Dr. Marshall's lips. His dark brown eyes appraised Ginny with the intensity of a scientist peering through a microscope. He held out a hand. She resisted the desire to thrust her hands behind her back. Instead, she held her arms stiffly at her sides.
     "Ms. Barr, Blake Marshall. My father speaks highly of you." He rested the hand she had refused to touch on the counter that separated the nurses' station from the hall.
     "Then I must thank him. He has been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
     She held back a groan. Stilted conversation had never been her forte, but this morning and with this man, she'd become an expert. The knot edged into her throat. She gulped a breath. Why did the air between them smell of ozone as though a bolt of lightning had struck nearby?
     She saw a question in his eyes and wondered if he remembered the night they'd met. She had called him twice and the third time had demanded he come to assess a patient. She would never forget because that had been the night Joey had left Manda. Angry thoughts swept her into the past.
     "I insist you come immediately." She gripped the phone and listened to the sleep-fogged voice question her about the patient. "I won't hesitate to go over your head. It's been a half hour since my last call and an hour since the first. The patient's pain is constant and excruciating. I've elevated his leg and applied ice. A possible compartment syndrome is no joke."
     Five minutes later, he strode into the patient's room. His rumpled, green scrubs didn't disguise his muscular physique. His dark eyes had flashed with anger. He eyed her nametag. "An agency nurse.        What do you know about orthopedics?"
     She bit back an angry response. She could have told him she had worked in orthopedics for five years and that in three semesters, she would have a Masters as a nurse practitioner with a focus on orthopedics. But she wouldn't. His question didn't deserve an answer."
     "Just check the patient," she said.
     Once he examined the young man's leg and discovered she'd been right, she had expected an apology. He'd given none, just split the cast, made a note on the chart and strode away.
     Her memory of the past faded. She couldn't allow that incident to influence her. "Would you like a tour of the unit? The renovations were completed in May just before I took over."

     "That would be my pleasure."


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Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Tuesday's Writer's Tip How to Know If and When You're Finished #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Ending #writing

Before looking at other ways to revise your story, this bit is about knowing when you're finished. I'm sure we all know the tinkers who take the manuscript and tinker with the story forever. I once had a friend who revised the same first chapter for five years. She never finished the book and I don't think she's still writing. I had another friend who only looked to make sure the spelling and grammar were right in her mss. She revised no further and just sent the mss out to editors. Unfortunately most of the time, the stories came back with that "This story doesn't suit our needs at the moment." So how do you know when you're finished and what do you do.

For me the moment comes when I thing If I look at this material one more time I'm going to throw up. It's time to send it off.

Now after the rough draft, I've done the Plot draft, the Setting Draft, the Character draft and the language draft. By this time I am thoroughly sick of the story.

There's another tell in my life. At night, I start dreaming of the next story and suddenly the plot begins to gel. Time to get rid of the old and on to the new.

There are ways to do this. One is to submit to a publisher. If you have one who will look at all you write, you're in luck. Then there are friends who can read the story andhelp you decide if it's done. Now that can be a problem and you must remember friends should only be reading to see if they enjoy the story. There are also other kind of readers for your story. Often they give great feedback and then occasionally, they want to rewrite  your book so that it becomes not yours but theirs. This can happen with editors, too.

But after you write The End, put the story aside for a few days or weeks and then look at it again. Then send it on its way. Of course after the book is published, you can think of other ways you could have made it better. Too late. Save that knowledge for your next.


Monday, June 1, 2020

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Reading #Thoughts #Writing #Masks and other things

Meander 1 Reading _ Am finally finished thbook and sent it off. I'm reading Keyelle Allen's latest adventure featuring Luc. Pietas sends him on a simple task but nothing in this universe is simple. Havea long way to go but I'm enjoying as Luc falls in love with a small child, Senthys and becomes a father by default.

Meander 2 - Thoughts - Was just going to write about masks and how important is is to wear them when you are going to encounter other people. Then that awful murder we all saw on TV happened and what followed. I can't imagine how any decent person would hold a person down with his knee on his neck. Depraved indifference is what I saw and what the other policemen who just stood there and even helped did. The initial riots and anger, I can understand but watching the violence erupt everywhere else hurts. I am especially worried because four of my grandchildren are black and there have been some near incidents of prejudice against them. Nothing this violent, thought. I am white and my husband and I adopted a small girl we love very much. Something must be done. I've been trying since I was a child but it takes more than one person.

Meander 3 - Writing. Finished Tangled Dreams and sent it off. Took a day off but am back to planning the next book which loosely will belong to the Mistress of the Moons and Healwoman. Hopefully we'll have new covers for these books. The only title I can think of right now is Nilos. This is one of the four nomes on this world. This will be a cast of thousands book. Not really but there will be at least six major characters and probably 3 or 4 minor characters who will stick their viewpoint in.


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Sunday, May 31, 2020

Sunday's Book Seducing the Baker #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Romance #Contemporary #Cupcakes

Seducing the Baker (At First Sight Book 6)

She was the only girl to turn him down. What will happen when business and a wedding bring them together again.

Jules Grayson was a player as a teen and that hasn’t changed. Business and a friend’s wedding join to bring him to the place where his life had imploded and where his trust issues began. A Ponzi scheme and a suicide forced him into a group home he hated. For ten years he has avoided returning.

Grace Sutton is faced with a dilemma added to by the appearance of Jules in her Sweet and Spicy Cupcake bakery. Years ago she turned Jules down but she had a crush. His appearance erodes the vow she made years ago. Men had used her mother and led the woman into drugs and alcohol. Grace vowed to forego relationships with men until she could support herself. Though the bakery is making money, she doesn’t feel secure. When Jules arrives with a contract for a magazine feature, she is conflicted and attracted.


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Saturday, May 30, 2020

Saturday's Blurbs feature Books by Joanie MacNeil #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Romance


The Trouble with Natalie

The Trouble with Natalie
Experience has taught Natalie Harrigan that men are trouble, and having a man in her life is not on her agenda. Her priority is to succeed in her recent appointment as CEO.
Enter Luke DeMarco, Director of Public Affairs and Natalie’s young brother’s best friend. Luke has loved Natalie from the moment he first set eyes on her. Now, twenty years later, she’s more woman than ever, and Luke’s not too worried about the twelve years difference in their ages. Surely his gentle wooing will convince her that age is no barrier to love? But Natalie is his boss. Will she allow him to move from their boardroom to her bedroom?


No Boundaries
Attractive Paige Delaney is more woman than Jack Shannon wants in his life, though he's in serious need of her award winning skills in web design.  Paige believes her sexy new boss thinks he's God's gift to woman.  Both are single parents with shattered dreams and damaged hearts, having suffered betrayals of trust in previous relationships. Each desires a loving relationship though are cautious about trusting the opposite sex again. 
When Jack moves into his new house and discovers Paige is his next door neighbor, their protective barriers and personal goals are under threat.  Is it fate or their teenage children conspiring to push them together?

Sapphire Kisses
Alexandra Jordan doesn’t expect the challenge ahead of her when she agrees to spend the summer as a research assistant for acclaimed author, David Meredith, who is losing his sight.
David feels threatened by her presence in his home, his sanctuary, the only place he can be independent. Unwavering in his belief he doesn’t need help, he wants Alex out of his life. She is just as determined to do the job she’s been paid to do. Once he accepts Alex isn’t like other women, her beguiling ways soon intrigue him…until he discovers her secret.


Friday, May 29, 2020

Friday, Joanie MacNeil is visiting and talking about Who She Was Before #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthoe #Romance


What were you before you became an author? Did this influence your choices as a writer?

My career has always been in an office environment. I was a mature age student at university when my three children were born. Talk about doing things the hard way! After completing my degree, I worked part time, returning to full time when my youngest was three. My roles were as an Executive Assistant at a university and in government. For a while I worked as a Temp in a variety of office environments and enjoyed the change away from long-term office politics.

In a small way my career influenced my writing. No Boundaries and The Trouble with Natalie are set in office environments. 

Other elements in my life have filtered into my stories or characters including familiar locations, motherhood, travel, university, and people I’ve met during my years in the workforce.

2. Are you genre specific or general? I don’t mean major genres but subdivisions or romance, mystery or paranormal.

I write contemporary romance, a range of sweet to sexy stories, about new love and second chances.  I also write the occasional short romance story.

3. What is your latest release?

Mandraki Magic, a novella set on the Greek Island of Rhodes. Following a brief visit to this fascinating island I knew it was the right setting for the story I was working on. When I switched the location the magic flowed.

4. What are you working on now?

I’m enjoying working on one of my previous releases, A Traditional Affair. Following a visit to Scotland very early in my writing career I couldn’t resist writing a contemporary Scottish hero on my return home.

I’m also working on another earlier release, a short story set in Scotland.

5. Does your reading choices influence your choice of a writing career?

As a child I was an avid reader of adventure novels, including those written by Enid Blyton. My favorite series was The Famous Five. Later on I devoured Agatha Christie novels. Years later I began reading historical romances. I loved the romance, suspense and adventure, the pure escapism into another era, into the lives of the characters. The romance element influenced me in my decision to write romance. I settled on writing contemporary romance and switched to reading more contemporary stories.

Some years ago I had an idea for a time-travel story, but haven’t developed it any further. Writing contemporary romance remains my favorite.

Now I don’t read as much as I’d like to, but still enjoy a good romance, mystery/suspense stories, and Icelandic Noir. I downloaded a few books prior to visiting Iceland late in 2017. I enjoy reading novels set in areas I’ve visited.

6. Where can we find you?


Thursday, May 28, 2020

Thursday's Fifth Scene from Seducing the Attorney #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Eomance #Attorney #Occupational Therapy


He nodded. She could have the kid every weekend. A frown tightened his forehead. Was that a good idea? Might put a spike in her ability to earn a living. He leaned against the back of the sofa. Perhaps another arrangement was possible. Like the one she had fled from moments before.
Laughter reached him. Lauren appeared with the infant in her arms. She dropped a blanket on the deep blue carpet and crouched to straighten the cloth. She added toys and rattles.
“Watch him while I start laundry.” She ducked upstairs and returned with a basket. She entered the area near the door into the garage.
“We need to talk,” he said.
She peered around the wall. “I know.”
“I’ll be staying for the weekend. Since I must be at the office Monday morning I’ll leave Sunday evening. You should plan to move out of here by next weekend. I want to sell the condo and put the money in the bank for the boy.”
The look on her face puzzled him. She stepped toward the couch. “I don’t live here. I’ve stayed because it’s important for Jamie to be in familiar surroundings. I’ll ask my landlady if she minds having a baby in the apartment. I can move his crib and dresser there.”
“Wrong. I’m taking the boy to the city. I’ve arranged for a nanny.”
“Jamie. His name is Jamie.” She strode forward. “Did you forget we have joint custody? I refuse to allow my nephew to be in a dark cell with a strange woman so you can forget he exists.”
Tony clamped his lips together and sought an answer. He didn’t trust her. He knew what she was. “I refuse to allow you to drag a different man into his life every night.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I know how you earn a living. If you’re hurting for cash I’ll pay you for tonight and tomorrow night.”
“Excuse me.” She fisted her hands on her hips. “You know nothing. You’re making assumptions and that makes you an ass.” The words shot like bullets.
The baby cried. Lauren scooped him into her arms and held him close.
“Mama. Dada.”
“No love, not today. Just Auntie.”
His sobs slowed. “Tee.” He buried his head against her shoulder.
Tony stared at his hands. He didn’t understand her anger. Couldn’t she admit the truth? Guilt for making the infant cry swamped him. “We’ll discuss this later.”
“Just remember I want what’s best for Jamie. If I must I’ll fight you.”
“I want the same for the child. If you fight I’ll win and you’ll be exposed.”
“His name is Jamie.” She whirled and walked away. Her black slacks fit perfectly showing her narrow waist and delectable rear. His cock surged to attention. He rose and then sank back. He wouldn’t chase her and prolong the argument. He gulped deep breaths. No way would she win the battle over custody. He would have sole charge of the baby and he would have her body where he wanted it.
The phone rang. He grabbed the receiver on the first ring. A man spoke. “See you tomorrow at eight.”
“There’s no need.” Tony hung up and chuckled. He would handle the situation when she learned she had no date. But the lady wouldn’t be disappointed.

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Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Wednesday Choices #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Hospital politics #romance #kitten

Choices

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Blurb:
Johanna Gordon devotes her time and energy to her job as Director of Nursing at Hudson Community Hospital. With budget cuts hanging over her head, Johanna suspects the CEO of scheming a plan that threatens her job as well as the hospital, and she’s determined to find out why.

The choices she’s made for herself and her career leave her with no social life until she meets Dylan Connelly. He’s everything she’s always wanted, loving, devoted to his kids and everything she’s never had. Just when she finds love with the new man, an old flame returns with promises of a life together. Johanna has to decide between security and companionship, while trying to recapture the past, or moving forward with her new life.


Reviewed in the United States on December 4, 2016
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Janet Lee Walters has provided her many fans with still another conflict-driven story that's filled with a realistic, edgy medical setting, a plucky proactive heroine, and a cast of secondary characters that portray all the foibles of the human condition. Joanna Gordon, Director of Nurses at a community hospital is faced with tough choices. She must stand up to the unscrupulous CEO, doing what she knows in her
heart is right, even if it costs her her job. Joanna grapples with choices in the romance department as well. While she is the epitomy of a driven career woman at the hospital, when it comes to matters of the heart, she's much more the soft kitten, just like her pet kitty at home. The book held my interest right until the end as I kept reading to know which man would win out. I wasn't disappointed!

All-in-all, this an enjoyable read that deserves a 5 star rating.


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Excerpt:
JOHANNA GORDON RAKED HER fingers through her short curls and glanced at the clock centered on the wall between her diplomas. Seven-thirty. No wonder her shoulders ached. She’d been hunched over the desk since four.
            With a sigh, she closed a folder and added it to the neat stack on a corner of the desk. She pursed her lips. For two weeks, the budget for the nursing department at the hospital had consumed her time. Unfortunately, money would remain her focus until she found areas to cut costs without compromising patient care or breaking the current contract with the nurses. Not that Hudson Community’s CEO cared about either option. She stretched to ease the tension between her shoulder blades.
            “Why couldn’t I...” An idea occurred and she smiled.
Something to consider. Richard Jamison didn’t care which programs were dropped as long as his pet 
projects remained intact. Just this morning he’d reminded her she belonged to administration and to remember where her loyalties lay. Not with him. She’d risen through the ranks and saw more than the profits and losses he tossed around.
            The loudspeaker on the wall crackled. “Dr. Red to the Emergency Room.” In staccato fashion, the operator repeated the message three times.
            With a well-honed response, Johanna rose, grabbed her briefcase and, in three strides, reached the door.
 The call for any surgeon meant an emergency requiring immediate surgery. Her body quivered with excitement.
 She dashed through the empty outer office, crossed the hall and hit the call button for the elevator.
            Just like an old fire horse, she thought. The alarm clangs and I’m off running. She stepped into the empty car. What was her hurry? How much help would she be? She’d been away from the bedside for ten years.
            As she exited on the first floor, she nearly collided with Rachel Hill. Her friend’s dark hair had slipped from
 the neat bun at her nape. Like a sail, Rachel’s lab coat flew behind her. She carried two units of blood.
            Johanna frowned. Rachel usually worked the day shift. “Bad accident?” Johanna asked.
            “The worst. A six-year-old hit by a car. And to think I volunteered to switch.”
            As Johanna matched strides with her friend’s half-running gait, the soft leather briefcase slapped against her thigh. “Need an extra pair of hands?”
            “Hardly. If there was another body in the room, they’d be standing on the patient. Be glad you’re out of the 
zoo. Not that I blame people for caring about a child, but if the patient was old, indigent or dying... Don’t let me get started.”
            “Want to talk?” Together they dashed up the five steps to the emergency room level.
            Rachel straight-armed the door. “Maybe I do. Dinner on—” The door closed and cut off the rest of her words.
            Johanna frowned. By the time they found an evening to fit Rachel’s schedule, she would have forgotten the incident that had triggered her anger. Instead of talking about the hospital, she would discuss her children. Despite their closeness, this topic always added to Johanna’s aching knowledge that she had no one.
            She continued to the exit. For the past few months, she’d wondered if the climb up the administrative ladder had been the right choice. Ten years ago, she’d been an ER nurse, meeting challenges and solving a dozen crises every day. The decision to leave the ER had been made for financial reasons. The higher salary had paid for her sister’s and  her parents’, home health aides. Six months ago, the family obligations had ended, leaving Johanna
 with an empty social life.
            For a moment, she stared at the red brick building. The hospital’s center section was five stories, while the angled wings were four. The sight always made her think of a bird in flight. Lately, her office here had seemed more like home than the house eight blocks away.
            A reluctance to move held her prisoner. Spray from the lawn sprinklers misted on her face and arms. She studied the bank of peonies along the walk leading to the hospital’s front entrance. Their sweet scent mingled with
 the aroma of wet earth. With a sigh, she overcame the inertia and crossed the street.
Brisk steps carried her down the hill. In the distance, the Hudson River reflected the colors of the setting 
sun. At the bottom of the hill, she turned the corner. She hurried past houses dating from colonial days to a turn-of-the-century Victorian that towered over two houses built in the last ten years. Each house had a unique 
charm.
            She paused beside the yew hedge surrounding the yard of the house where she’d lived all her life. As she strode up the walk, her hand brushed the clipped edges. The scent of roses reached her. Red, pink and white
 blooms covered the trellises at either end of the porch.
            She climbed the steps, turned and paused. With arms crossed on her chest, she stared at the street. As though trying to erase a chill, her hands moved along her arms. A soft sigh escaped. The ice of loneliness couldn’t
 be rubbed away like frost from windows on a winter morning.
            Her hands dropped to her side, but she made no move to go inside where shadows of the past gathered.
 She had no desire to face memories of the years when she’d been a devoted sister and a dutiful daughter.

            She looked at the darkening sky. Sometimes, she felt her entire life had been lived in the moments between day and night—with every instant tinged with gray, and every action controlled by duty and responsibility. Were they virtues or walls she’d erected to keep from reaching for life?

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Revising as you go #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor $Writing #Revising

Now this isn't my way of revising but many authors find this works for them. I tried it a time or two and never got much further than the first scene and lost interest in that story. But I'll give you some reasons this might be the method for you.

Begin at the beginning and make your word changes as you go along.

Read the passage you've written yesterday and make the changes before moving on to the next scene

Sentence drafting can be liberating.

For some writers it's easier since they don't have to write a complete draft or finish the book in one big gulp.

Revision seems easier since the story is being revised sentence and scene by scene.

If a block is hit the sentence writer can go back and tinker with what they wrote before.

These are some of the advantages and this way of writing may work for you.


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