This is the fantastic cover for my WIP
Someday I will finish this one.
It's Check In Day.
Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?
This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.
How well are you doing?
Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.
Every word is one word closer to the finished product.
Still working on Sweet Talkin' Sugar. Each day brings me closer to a first draft finish. I wanted to finish this but life stepped in and said I wanted to do other things instead. Going to try to finish Sweet Talkin' next week. Same goal this week. I'm telling myself to sit down and do it!
Excerpt from Sweet Talkin' Sugar:
In observation mode he walked through the casino, hands in
his pockets, listening and watching, his heart racing. Before the blackjack
table at the end of the row, he paused to reflect and decide on a course of
action. The air inside was sultry, hot and smoke-filled. He swept one hand
through his damp air, fresh from a summer rain. Forced his mind from the heat
and the rancid smell of cigarettes, and with single-minded focus, stared at the
table and the cards, lying innocuously on the green felt.
The picture of cool calmness, she sat on a bar stool, a
drink in hand and cards in the other, her legs crossed provocatively. Her
daringly cut emerald V-neck dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, but he
forced his gaze to the man beyond who stared at her as if he owned her. Every
hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a chill slivered down his spine,
nerves on edge, muscles tensed. His brows furrowed when the man turned his
attention, for one brief moment, his way.
How was your week?
Please feel free to share, seven words, seven sentences or seven paragraphs in the comment section.
Been having troubles getting 'in the mood' then, as you said, life stepped in and threw me three curves in a row. However, with that said, I've felt motivated to put fingers to keyboard and get a couple new pages done on the third Dragon story.
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“Um, Bobby?”
“What?”
“Who was that tall guy I bumped into?” she traced circles on the table with a talon.
“I have no idea. I was in front of you. If you describe him to me, maybe I can figure it out. Is it important?” He straightened in the chair and leaned his forearms on the table.
Jody could tell he was staring at her. “Naw, just wanted to apologize. I was a bit abrupt with him. The one thing I remember clearly was he had copper eyes.”
Jody heard the swift intake of breath from Bobby.
“Are you sure? Copper?”
His snout nearly touched hers as he stretched across the table toward her.
“Uhm, yeah.”
“Wow. You’ve either been drinking or have seen a ghost.” He sat back and slowly shook his head. “Copper eyes.”
“What the hell are you going on about? What’s so fantastic about copper colored eyes?”
“Now you know full bloods have golden eyes, right?”
Jody gave an impatient nod of her head and emitted a low growl.
“Most full bloods have golden or gold-toned eyes. Warrior dragons were identified by their copper colored eyes. Few have been seen since the Mage wars. It’s thought they all died in the battles waged over Europe.”
“So what’s the big deal?” Jody’s curiosity was quickly moving to overdrive.
“I’ve not seen a lot of full bloods but I’ve never seen a warrior line dragon. If you bumped into a warrior class dragon, it will have been the first in nearly half a millennia. ”
Allana and Sable, nice to read excerpts from your current projects. Right now I only have a few skimpy notes for my novella for an upcoming Christmas anthology, but here are a few lines from HOW UNCLE HORACE SAVED CHRISTMAS.
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The entire town eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus. They waited. And waited. And waited…
"It's awfully foggy."
"That shouldn't be a problem with Rudolph leading the way."
But midnight came and went, and still no Santa.
Small children started to cry.
Older ones said, "I told you there was no Santa Claus."
Adults communicated in distressed whispers...
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Posted by: Amber Angel
Your new project sounds great! Hope everyone has a great writing week. Here are 7 paragraphs from one of 4 WIPs I'm cooking on right now. From "Hat Trick," book 4 of the Black Jack Gentlemen series):
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It was a match like any other. The crowd roared. The heat baked his skin. All he heard was the breathing of the defenders, the men he barreled through on his way to the goal, to his goal, to winning the game, again. Because this was what he got paid to do—win soccer games.
Never mind this was some kind of lame-a** friendly, pre-season bullsh*t.
“BJs! BJs! BJs!” the raucous fans chanted, having latched onto the short hand of their team name—the Black Jacks—in way that was fitting, considering what a soap opera of a place it had turned out to be. He blocked the noise, set his jaw and kept moving through the thin wall of protection and planted the ball in the upper left corner of the net, giving the flat-footed goal keeper a little salute and a smile as he jogged around him.
Too f**king easy.
His teammates joined him in a scrum near the edge of the pitch, already celebrating the now guaranteed victory over their archrivals, the Pittsburgh arseholes or whatever they were called. He didn’t know or care. He accepted the kudos, trotted to the middle of the field so the arseholes could start over and immediately snagged the ball from one of them and played keep away for the final five minutes of the match.
Game over, Black Jacks 2-Pittsburgh Arseholes 1. Not that it mattered.
“Declan! Declan! Declan!” The crowd had a new cry now and one that made him blush beet red every time. Which in turn made a distinctly female contingent squeal in embarrassingly loud delight. He sighed, and whipped off his uniform jersey, a stupid ploy that the marketing geniuses forced on them, and which got the whole team endless internet press for being the “expansion team with the most naked flesh” award or some stupid, yet important designation.
Whatever sold tickets.
Thanks everyone for leaving an excerpt. I hope to make this an ongoing event.
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