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Showing posts with label VTP. Show all posts

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors November 20, 2016


Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)


Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               


This week, I'm posting another snippet from Christmas romance a short story that was included in an anthology from Victory Tales Press: Let it Snow. I'll be excerpting from it for several weeks. 
The set up:”  Raff, the MC, is doing a bit of reflecting about the farm he lives on--giving the reader a glimpse into his character. In this part of the story, the reader already knows that for the most part, Raff's grandparents raised him.

His grandma had left it to him. She wrote it in her will that it had always been his grandfather's fondest wish, that Raff would live on the farm and maybe even work the land.
He smiled at the thought. Him? A farmer? It may have been in his genes, but he'd only barely taken it to heart. Though that was sort of sad, the mere fact that the proverbial apple can fall far from the tree was also sometimes a blessing. Considering his own parents, that had been the case. The alcoholism that consumed their lives had not become his destiny.


  What works and what doesn't? Even though this one is done, I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share. It might help the next one. :-)
The blurb
Raff, retired and alone, befriends Mandy-a single mother of two who lives down the road from him. The young woman reminds him of Angie, His high-school sweetheart and the only girl her ever loved. He and Angie had planned to spend their lives together, but many years before, on the Christmas they announced they were getting married, her father whisked her away to find a good man, the "right" man.
Three months before Christmas, when the rat-infested mobile home Mandy rents, burns to the ground, he offers to let them stay with him in his big, old farmhouse.
Their short stay turns into a longer one, and Raff discovers that he likes having children in the house, and he likes Mandy's company. She's alone in the world, and he wants to help her and the kids get back on their feet.
As the holidays approach, while Mandy searches for her birth mother and then has to choose whether to meet her or not, Raff is forced to face his memories of the Christmas long ago when Angie broke it off with one phone call, and then she moved away.
Is there still room in his heart for the one true miracle of Christmas… the miracle of love?
Let it Snow is available on Smashwords and on Amazon.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors November 13, 2016

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)


Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               


This week, I'm changing gears. I have a romance short story coming out in a Victory Tales Press Christmas anthology: Let it Snow. I'll be excerpting from it for several weeks. 
The set up:”  Raff, the MC, took in a young, single mother after her home burned. He's been alone for years. It's the end of Thanksgiving day--which has turned out to be a wonderful day for him--that brought back a flood of memories.   Their guests are leaving. "Angie" is his one true love from decades earlier.    





After hot cocoa and decorating the mantel with holly branches and berries, there was a round of hugging and thanking and wishing each other well. Everyone went home, leaving Raff and his little tribe snug in the old farmhouse. 
He lay in bed that night, thinking of how his life had changed. The wave of regret came to visit, like ghosts of unsaid vows and unborn children, reminding him he'd made mistakes. He listened to the wind whistle around the tall stone chimney, and rattle the old windows. Angie, where are you...




  What works and what doesn't? Even though this one is done, I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share. It might help the next one. :-)
The blurb
Raff, retired and alone, befriends Mandy-a single mother of two who lives down the road from him. The young woman reminds him of Angie, His high-school sweetheart and the only girl her ever loved. He and Angie had planned to spend their lives together, but many years before, on the Christmas they announced they were getting married, her father whisked her away to find a good man, the "right" man.
Three months before Christmas, when the rat-infested mobile home Mandy rents, burns to the ground, he offers to let them stay with him in his big, old farmhouse.
Their short stay turns into a longer one, and Raff discovers that he likes having children in the house, and he likes Mandy's company. She's alone in the world, and he wants to help her and the kids get back on their feet.
As the holidays approach, while Mandy searches for her birth mother and then has to choose whether to meet her or not, Raff is forced to face his memories of the Christmas long ago when Angie broke it off with one phone call, and then she moved away.
Is there still room in his heart for the one true miracle of Christmas… the miracle of love?
Let it Snow will be available soon on Smashwords and on Amazon.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors December 27, 2015

 

Hello all.  Last Sunday of the year!
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 

              Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE

This week, I'm excerpting from a short story called, "Jack and the Christmas Journey." 

It's the beginning of chapter three. The MC, sixty-something year old Tildie--who was widowed three years ago, is not happy about her little group of friends dragging her out of her house to go Christmas shopping. It's been three years since she lost her husband Harp, and she's still working through it all, teetering between grief, and a need to get on with her life. She is the POV character. Carol, Lindy, and Sissy are her friends. Ben is a man from her past. It's five days before Christmas. My last post ended with this sentence:  Sissy said through a smile, ""The man's still got it." We continue from there.


     Tildie looked down at her plate, doing everything she could to avoid their conversation.
     "Oh look, he's coming this way," Sissy was out of her chair before Tildie could stop her. "Ben! Oh Ben?" Her voice rose well above the patrons' chatter while her arm, waving like a turning windmill, completed the spectacle. "Hey, come sit with us."
     Tildie's cheeks burned and her smile felt stiff when she looked up and met his eyes. He stood before them, wearing his easy, lopsided grin. God, still shades of the handsome kid he was decades ago.

    

That's it. Thank you for reading it. Though this story is published, I still learn from your feedback--and I'm so grateful for any insight you share.

Next week, I'll be barrelling into the New Year with my Nano story from 2014, a scifi/dystopian.

Happy New Year!! Have fun--and be safe. :-)