Fiction Friday Post for August 21st, 2009

Oh, woe is me! It's been so bloody long since I've posted on one of my favorite online writing exercises. I sporadically participate in this exercise and there are always so many wonderful posts. I love to read every one of the entries. Now that I'm dedicating my Fridays to my own writing, I will do what I can to include “Write Everything“s Fiction Friday. This week:

Start your story with a game of hide and seek.

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RT Convention Update: “Pants-ing” vs. Plotting…The Debate

Continuing my blogs on my experience at the Romantic Times Book Lover's Convention 2009 (in Orlando, FL), it was my greatest pleasure to speak with so many writers about the craft and the process in which people craft their own stories. I LOVE to hear all the ways that people come up with their story ideas and what brings them to that last page where they type our favorite words….THE END.

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Write Anything: Fiction Friday Post

writeanythingclipFiction Friday Challenge

I've been out of the circuit for a little while due to how busy I've been, but I'm going to try to get back into it. Here's the Fiction Friday challenge for May 1st:

A secondary character says this somewhere in your story; “He’s the cutest little boy. Makes it that much sadder, doesn’t it?” Continue reading

Moving On!

Ok, folks! I've had it!

I love my story MIDNIGHT CONQUEST, but since I've been working on this story for 17 years, I think I'm ready to puke on it! I understand the editing process and what one needs to do to get a book to publication. I've had several technical manuals, marketing materials and web sites published to know that true enough AND I've seen friends go through the process. However, in my recent experience with returning my revisions to The Wild Rose Press, I've discovered that I have a blind eye to the mistakes I am making. I wrote “passion” or some form of that word at least 10 times in two pages! I did this even though I re-read the pages AT LEAST five times. I'm usually pretty good about something repetative like that, but it's clear I'm not seeing things like that on this project. I think there are two reasons why… Continue reading

MIDNIGHT CONQUEST Merchandise!!

vampire02smCan you believe it!?! You can now buy Midnight Conquest merchandise at our CafePress.com store…among a few other things! I'll have more items up in the store and with the way things are growing, we'll end up opening a separate CafePress.com store instead of just being a section in the Enchanted Woodz store. Check them out and express your vampy self!!

That's my two pence…

Arial 😉

MIDNIGHT CONQUEST – Book Cover & Trailer!

OMG I'm so excited!!! I've create my own book cover AND a trailer for my new book (under review by The Wild Rose Press). Check it out!!!

This is just a mock-up of the book cover. Visit my web site for a more detailed view of the picture: www.ArialBurnz.com.

THEN after I finished doing my book cover, I create my very own book trailer!! To view the trailer, you van visit my web site at www.ArialBurnz.com and click on the Bonded By Blood link in the left-hand nav OR you can click here to access the page directly. However, when you're done, it will advance to the BBB main page, but out of context of the web site. Just close the window when it's finished.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did creating it!

That's my two pence…

Arial 😉

[Fiction] Friday – August 22, 2008

Greetings! And here’s another installment of the Write Anything blog’s weekly challenge – [Fiction] Friday. We’re supposed to write about…

Have Your Character Steal Something. Now Have Her Rationalize It.

“I didn't mean to!” Janie protested, tears streaming down her face.

“How can you possibly say that?” Mike snapped back at her. Running his fingers through his hair, he paced the room. “What did you think the last six months were all about?” When she said nothing, he practically pounced on her, meeting her nose to nose. “Was this all a game to you?”

She moved away from him, avoiding his eyes, biting her thumbnail nervously. “No, I didn't think it was a game. I just…”

“Just what, Janie?”

Her eyes looked to the ceiling as if the answer was written there, new tears trailing down her cheeks. “It all happened so quickly. I didn't think it would happen so fast. I really didn't think it would happen at all.”

“What were you thinking, then?” It was happening again and Mike cursed himself for it. Her large brown eyes pierced his soul and he felt himself growing weak.

“I didn't think you could fall in love with me. I…I didn't dare…” Janie dropped her head in shame.

Mike moved to her side and curled his finger under her chin. “You didn't think I could? How could I not fall in love with you, Janie? You are the most dynamic, creative woman I have ever met in my life. I've never met anyone as strong as you are, and yet you stand here as if you think you aren't worthy of my love. You've stolen my heart completely and there's no turning back for me.”

Janie's eyes met his and he could see the total surrender. His mouth slanted deliciously over hers, her lips open and waiting for him, and he held her in his arms vowing never to let go.

Yeah, I'm a romance novelist!!

That's my two pence…
Arial 😉

[Fiction] Friday – A Stolen Conversation

Greetings! And here's another installment of the Write Anything blog's weekly challenge – [Fiction] Friday. We're supposed to write about…

A Stolen Conversation

woman-hiding-behind-wallHer heart hammered in her chest. She ducked around a corner, into an alley, trying to catch her breath and stay out of sight while she agonized over her escape route. She couldn't believe she'd gotten herself into this situation!

I'm not cut out for this espionage crap!

As exciting as the idea sounded at first, now that she was in the middle of it, it was more than she could handle. But they DID make it sound pretty simple, focusing more on achieving the goal and less about how life-threatening it would be.

But that was the point. If I die, no sweat off their backs and their asses are covered. I'm the one that's in deep shit now!

Her breathing down to a manageable level, she peered around the corner only to jump back at the bullet that ricocheted off the brick wall.

Fuck!

She followed the wall in the opposite direction, clutching the digital recorder in her pocket. At the end of the alley the chain-link fence seemed to mock her, freedom just on the other side of that barrier.

I'm fucking forty-eight years old! How the hell am I going to scale that thing?

A silver sedan pulled up at the entrance of the alley blocking her only escape and four men stepped out looking none too happy and all about putting her in the hospital…or worse.

It's do or die, baby!

She turned to face the insurmountable chain-link fence to see a black sedan pull up on the freedom side, again blocking her way. But a sigh of relief gushed out of her when she recognized the government officials who had given her this damned assignment. The men in the silver sedan grudgingly disappeared into their vehicle and sped away.

“Did you get it?” Agent Sommers asked, his sunglasses firmly in place and hiding his eyes. Though she had wondered once before, she couldn't care less if she ever saw what color they were. She wanted out of this.

“Yes, I got it.” She closed her eyes and put her hand into her pocket, touching the digital recorder again, holding the stolen conversation she'd captured. This was the key to her freedom, the final part of her end of the deal. It was over. When she opened her eyes, her stomach churned in fear at the smile on his face. She wasn't going to live through this after all, was she?

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Oops!!! That's all five minutes allowed me! Sorry I couldn't finish it! If you enjoyed this Fiction Friday installment, please CLICK TO TWEET &/or SHARE ON FACEBOOK.

Thank you!!

Arial 😉

[Fiction] Friday – A Failed Proposal

Here again, for another installation of the weekly challenge on the Write Anything blog…[Fiction] Friday. I have five (5) minutes to write about…

A Failed Proposal

His head in his hands, despair moving over his whole body and soul, he couldn't believe she'd said no. He looked to the sky and cursed the Gods above. He couldn't believe he'd actually asked her! What was he possibly thinking? How could someone as successful and intelligent as she possibly consider his proposal? He had stepped way out of his league on this one! Wiping the tears from his face and mumbling words of disgust to himself at such a pathetic display, he gathered up the papers before him, strewn about in his emotional outburst, and pulled himself together. This wasn't the end of the world. There would be other opportunities. And perhaps, if he played his cards right and made the necessary efforts to improve himself, he could even approach her again. Hopefully, he hadn't burned that bridge.

Thomas looked at the presentation on his laptop, the final slide still alight on the screen before him, trying to drag him down again. NO! He closed the presentation. He'll look at it again tomorrow, or even the next day. Let him get over this setback first. Then he would make the necessary changes and look for other prospects.

She wasn't the only possible investor. There were plenty of other people out there willing to put their money into his venture. He had great ideas! Straightening his tie, he closed the laptop case, filed away the rest of his presentation for his business proposal and strutted out of the conference room with confidence.

There ya have it! Hope you enjoyed it!!

 That's my two pence…
Arial 😉

 

[Fiction] Friday – A Leopard Print Dress

It's a little late, but I'm taking the challenge from the “Write Anything” Blog. They have their “[Fiction] Friday” challenge for August 1, 2008: Write about a leopard print dress.

Here's my post… 

It was corny, and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her backside. Leopard print on a woman tapped into a primal part of him that was…corny. He couldn’t help thinking leopard – a wild, feral beast that has stealth-like moves…put that on a woman how to buy klonopin online with a tight, trim backside – like the one Karl was staring at – and it just automatically became sexual for him. Yes, cliché’, but true.

 

That's it. I only had 5 minutes to write! And I didn't edit, so straight out of the noggin. Keep in mind…I'm a romance novelist. 😉

 

Would love your comments and I'm looking forward to reading others and making comments of my own.

 

That's my two pence…

Arial 😉