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Another Sneak Peak

Hey folks,

Last week I gave you a sneak peek into a new book. Sadly, due to circumstances beyond our control, the launch date has been pushed back to Early December. However, do not despair, the one scheduled for release in November is still on track. So, here’s a peek into that one.


Lungs bursting, eyes bulging in terror, the young thief fled through the marketplace; if they caught him again they would cut off his hands. Fifteen summers would be too short a life; Dale wanted more. Fighting desperately for air, and an escape route, he ran on.

“Stop thief!” came the cry that followed him as he sped through the market town. Dale knocked people down, pulled over carts of fruit, knocked apart stalls, and anything else that he could do to slow his pursuers. Whimpering in terror, he clutched the loaf of stolen bread to his small immature breasts as he ran; ahead loomed the city gate and the promise of freedom beyond. Dale fled toward it.
As Dale neared the gate two burly town watchmen suddenly appeared between him and the freedom it promised. “Not so easy this time,” roared one of the watchmen. “We’ve got you now, my lively young fellow.” He swept his long pike pole toward Dale’s legs in an attempt to trip him up. Dale leaped nimbly over the pike and then dove between the legs of the second watchman. With a forward roll Dale was on his feet and out the gate. In a few moments more he had gained the trees. Once in the trees he easily eluded what was left of the pursuit. Those fat townsmen would never go much farther than the gate.

At last Dale sank to the ground still clutching the bread. Tearing off a piece, he began to eat ravenously. “Too close,” he thought to himself, “far and away too close.” Dale would have to leave this town behind and find another place to ply his trade.

Saving half the bread for morning, Dale set off through the trees. Wary as any deer, he made certain he was not followed. At last he came to his home, a huge hollowed out oak tree. That oak was probably Dale’s only friend in the world. Careful to leave no trail for anyone to follow, he crawled into the hollow of the welcoming tree. “Home at last,” he sighed.

So there it is. Watch for this one to appear next month. 

Now on to ROW80
Okay, time to set the goals and aspirations for this round. If any of you remember, I started out this year with lofty ambitions. Sadly, a lot of everyday life got in the way and messed me up. There were illnesses in the family (including me) as well as lots of unseen outside pressures. So, the year will now be a rousing success as I envisioned.

However, having said that, we do have two new novels to launch this round and I am excited about that. Getting these two launched is the big goal for this round.

On the writing front, I am working on a story just for me. (Yes, I will share it with you all once it is finished. tee hee) I plan to take my time with this one. I’m also going to try something new for me. Plotting. (Ow, it even hurt to say it.) I also plan to do a lot more reading this round.

The goal: Reach twenty thousand words on the new WIP by Christmas. This week, shoot for two thousand words, no more.

Somebody hold me back:

That’s it for me this time folks. Hope you liked the intro to the new story. Drop me a line to say hello.

Bright Blessings

Quality Content

Hi folks,

here I am , head in hand, with no promise fulfilled for you. I have been promising a new book, a new cover, something, for weeks now and all I have for you today is a rant. Sigh, life is what happens when you make other plans.

Right, the rant. Well, it’s this. All the experts tell you that you must blog several times a week and always have quality content. I’ve taken several courses and they all say that. The thing is, nobody will come right out and tell you what it is. 

Just what the hell is quality content? Says who? Who gets to be the judge of your content? Do you shoot for good quality content or is poor quality content sufficient?

Here’s an example. I was encouraged to read one man blog. He’s pretty famous and has millions of readers, so they say. Everybody loves him, so they say. There you go, he’s got quality content. I read several of his posts and found only a sad and bitter man spouting negativity. 

In my opinion, that is poor quality content, but many people disagree with me. Therefore I conclude that quality content, much like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. (reader) This still leaves me wondering what the heck I can do differently (better) than I am currently doing.

End of rant. Opinions please, I seriously want some input here.

Okay, you made it this far so here’s a short excerpt from the new book I keep promising.

Annie had met the man in blue a few days before, sort of. He was the talk of the town now, but very few people had yet seen his face. She had been walking her dog, Bitsy, when she heard the high-pitched whine of the motorcycle engine. The machine and rider came rocketing up the street just as Bitsy pulled her head from the collar and raced into the middle of the road, barking wildly.

Annie screamed in terror as the tiny dog attacked the racing machine. The rider slammed on the brakes; the machine stopped instantly, rising high up on its front wheel and turning a perfect circle before settling back to the ground. Bitsy leaped in and began to bite at the rider’s boot.

The bike was painted cobalt blue and the rider was dressed from head to toe in cobalt blue leathers with a matching helmet. As Annie ran to get Bitsy, the rider scooped up the dog in a gloved hand. His helmet was tinted so she couldn’t see his face as he handed back the squirming dog and spoke to her. “Did you drop this, Miss?”

“Yes, thank you,” she replied gathering the small ball of ferocity into her arms. “Thank you so much for not killing her. Are you all right?”

“My heart rate is a bit high right now,” he chuckled, “but I expect I’ll live. Can you direct me to the six hundred block of Maple Street?”

“Oh, of course. It’s down this street for two more blocks then turn left and head up into the hills. It’s up there in the fancy houses overlooking the town. Once you’ve made your left turn you’ll eventually encounter Maple Street.”

“My thanks, Miss. Have a great day and keep an eye on my friend there.” With that he gunned the engine; the motorcycle rose up onto its back wheel and raced down the street. Annie watched it go until it was out of sight.

Okay, that’s it for me today folks.
Bright blessings
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Quality Time

Hi folks, I promised another excerpt from Shelly’s Turn and here it is along with my Wednesday check-in for ROW80

“So do we get to spend some quality time together tomorrow?”
“Sure thing, Dad, I’ll be cleaning out the garage, cutting the grass, tidying up the flower beds, and stuff like that. This place has been neglected since Charlene died. I could sure use the help if you don’t mind.”
“Terry, I thought we might take in a ball game or something like that.”
“Sure, Dad,” snarled Terry as he leaped to his feet and glared at his father, “let’s you and me bugger off to a ball game and leave Mom with all the work here. Let’s go play father and son while she tries to do the stuff I should be doing, the stuff you should be doing.  Is that your idea of quality time?  Well it sure isn’t mine.”
“Now listen, Terry…”
“No, you listen. First you ran out on me and Mom, then you sold our house from under us, then you get your girlfriend knocked up and have to marry her. Now you’re here to play father and son while you work up your courage to tell Mom you’re going to jam out on the alimony payments.”
“Now look, boy,”
“Go ahead, Dad; look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong.” Jillian said nothing as Terry let his father see his anger for the first time. Albert needed to know his son was angry and Terry had a right to express that anger. Albert dropped his gaze and could not meet his son’s eyes.
“I thought so,” snorted Terry as his father looked away.
“It’s not that easy, son,” sighed Albert, sinking back into his seat.
“It was easy enough when you left,” replied Terry.
“No Dad, I don’t want to hear it because it will just make me madder. You know where to find me tomorrow if you really do want to spend time with me. If not, I suggest you go back to your new wife.”
“Terry, I will still pay support.”
“And alimony or go to jail,” replied Terry as he stalked away.
Albert sighed as he watched his son walk away. “Jill, it’s not like you think.”
“No?  Are you so sure?”
“Gail’s got cancer,” sighed Albert. “She’s refused to have any treatments because she would have to have an abortion. The doctor believes she might live long enough to have the baby, and she intends to do just that. I need to …..”
“The support payments for Terry will be fine, Albert.  Go now; I’ll talk to Terry in the morning.”
“No, let it go, Jill. He’s still young enough for life to be black and white yet. Let him enjoy it while he can. I’ll head back in the morning. Just tell him I love him.”
“I think you should have told him that yourself, Al.”
“Perhaps I should have, but I doubt he would believe it at this point in time. I’ll send the support and as much as I can, Jill, I promise.”

Now on to the goals.
1.      Blog twice each week.
This one is #2 so I’m good here.
2.      Continue to read and comment on the blogs of my fellow writers
I love this one, it is never a problem to accomplish.
3.      Write at least 4K words per week.
I’m at 3K for the week so far. Shouldn’t be a problem.
4.      Read at least one book every two weeks.
Just finished “The River Knows” by Amanda Quick
Well, that’s it for me today. I hope to get Shelly’s Turn up  by the end of the week.
So how are you doing? Meeting your goals? Are you having any fun at all? Both? Talk to me folks.

New Book

Hi folks. Here’s a sneak peek at my next book, another Transgender romance, this time chronicling the struggles of a teenage girl to be. This is the third novel I wrote to honor my friend who took her own life. Some of her struggle is woven into this story. Through this simple tale I hope to shed some light into a seldom seen corner of our society. So, here’s the cover and an excerpt. With luck the book will be out by the end of this week or early next.
Smiling with child-like delight, Terry sat on the bed and carefully dumped out the contents of the envelope. There were several things there, including an eight by ten photograph of a very beautiful woman. It was just a head and shoulders shot, but he could easily see that she was dressed for a very formal occasion. There was also a sealed envelope addressed to ‘Whoever finds this.’  With a shrug, Terry tore it open.
“Hello, whoever you are,
Please don’t destroy this letter until you have read it through. I have placed these things here in hopes that a compassionate soul might someday find them. I plan to take my own life tonight, and I know they will obliterate every sign of my existence once they find the body. This envelope will contain all that’s left of a shadow human, one who existed only in hiding, haunted by fear and rejection, yet alive and real nonetheless. 
Here is my picture to prove it. There is also a small picture of my mother and father, as well as a few of me as a child. There is a lock of my baby hair, to which I will add a lock of my own now. There are dozens of other things that should be here as well, but they never did come into existence for me. My grandmother’s wedding ring is here, and so are the keys to that old Chevy that I had for so many years and loved so much. There is also the collar from my dog Sweetie Pie who died of old age last year. 
In truth, there is little else to put here, except this key. If you have access to the house that was my home, it may prove useful. There is a loose panel in the wall at the back of the closet.  Move it aside and there you will find a locked box which the key will fit. My diaries are in that box, and I beg you to read them before you burn the lot. I know I have no right to ask this of you, but this is my only chance to have a single human being truly understand that I ever existed at all.
In gratitude,
Charlene Gordon.”
Okay, on to the ROW80 goals
1.      Blog twice each week.
Did that.
2.      Continue to read and comment on the blogs of my fellow writers
I did manage this one.
3.      Write at least 4K words per week.
Got it last week and have 1K done for this week.
4.      Read at least one book every two weeks.
Reading “The River Knows” by Amanda Quick now. Love her books.
Okay folks, that’s what I have been up to lately. What have you been doing? Are you keeping up with your ROW80 goals? Talk to me, it’s lonely in here. 🙂