Friday, June 12th, 2009
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Thursday, June 11th, 2009
Ever have a problem getting into the groove? You know, whether it’s the writing thing, housework, day job?
I’ve had one heck of a time the last few weeks trying to get my word count in. Don’t know what the problem is really. I suspect part of it is the fact that I’m waiting to hear back on another project and I’ve been distracted with that. Part of it is that I have a lot of other stuff I needt to get done and it’s weighing on me. You know. Real life stuff.
I have to say I was starting to panic. I thought. Is this what writers block is? But no, that wasn’t it. I knew what I wanted to write. I knew where my story was headed. I just, couldn’t. Get. It. Done. Now, I am the type of writer that needs a deadline. I need to have that time crush to get my ass in gear.
But still, I found the word count wasn’t getting anywhere near where I wanted it to be. Too Many Distractions.
Twitter….oh my lovely twitter. How I resisted your pull for months. And now, I’m sucked in but good. Refresh and Twitter really make me happy.
Facebook….you’ve still got me, but alas Twitter is now taking up some of the time I used to devote to you. Still love ya, but just not as much.
Nationals….can’t wait, can’t stop thinking about it.
Blip Tv…..I find after much horror, I actually dont’ mind the sound of my voice or my image on the puter…..I love making videos….Miss Dane, why did you lead me down this path?
Anyway, at the end of the day these are just excuses.
I am happy to report that once again the words are flowing. I’m not sure what the heck was up. I do know that I had a lightbulb moment recently, where I realized that A) I’m a writer. For like, real…so B) this is no longer a hobby but a job. I have contracts to fufill. and what this means is C) sometimes I just have to suck it up and work through the process even when it seems to be against me.
Cause that’s what writers do….right?
Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
congratulations to Lea for commenting on Cynthia Eden’s blog and winning a copy of her forthcoming book, Midnight’s Master. It’s tuesday and because I love Adam Lambert and this song, enjoy!
Monday, June 8th, 2009
Hey everyone, today I’m guest blogging over at Cynthia Eden’s. She has a new release this month, and I will be giving away a copy of her latest to a random commentator!
Midnight Masters
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She’s running an event, 30 Days of Demons and I’m blogging about how a demon became the anti-hero in my young adult book! See you there!
Saturday, June 6th, 2009
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This week, my excerpt is from the current Jaguar Warrior’s book I’m working on. It’s Skye and Jagger’s story. I’m well into my first draft and please bear with me…this is unedited! That being said, in this particular scene from the first chapter, Skye has been cornered by two enemy warriors, it’s do or die… Please remember to click on the links below to blog hop and enjoy many more scenes from other writers as well!
“We know exactly who you are, Skye Knightly,” He laughed once more and she felt every single hair on her body rise as the danger of her situation tripled, “and we know what you are.”
Skye bolted, leaping over the large boulder that stood between the cave and her body, reaching deep into her satchel as she crested the rock to land hard, knee deep in rushing water.
A splash sounded behind her, and she whirled around, releasing a deadly blade in a hard arc that struck the jaguar dead center in its massive chest. The beast roared in fury and the man at its side snarled in rage as he too, jumped towards her, his anger and bulk carrying him forward in a rush.
Skye tried to twist away, but the warrior was too powerful and his momentum crashed his large body into hers, knocking them both into the fast moving water that fled the cave. Her head went under and she sputtered wildly as she came up for air, her feet churning fast in an effort to get away from her enemy.
His fist came from nowhere and connected with her head in a hard ringing slam that brought stars to her eyes. She flew back and once more was under water. Skye kicked with all her might, hoping to ride the current over the falls, and felt tears of frustration rise as a painful grip wove its way around her calf. She was hauled out of the water, and thrown back onto the embankment beside the mouth of the cave.
To the large furious man above her, she weighed little more than a doll. His heavy frame covered hers, the muscled thighs gripping her body as his hands encircled her head. Her arms were trapped against her sides and the sheer weight of him made breathing difficult. Skye ceased her struggles, aware that it both inflamed and excited the man as evidenced by the growing hardness against her body.
His eyes were as black as tar but the tinge of blue light that shone from behind them was eerie and he smiled at the fear that briefly graced her features. He ground his body against hers, laughing as she bucked her hips, the reaction instant as a sickening lurch went through her.
“You’re not going anywhere bitch.”
His hands tightened cruelly against her cranium but Skye held on and uttered not a sound as he continued to apply pressure, his fingers sharp with their claw like nails, biting deep into the skull. She watched in silence as his eyes began to shimmer and the blue light that lit them churned brighter and morphed into a deep red color.
His mouth opened to a slash of white teeth and his tongue reached down towards her. He growled, menacingly and Skye tried to arch away, but she was held fast, and she shuddered as he licked her face from her forehead down to her chin.
She was gonna be sick. She could feel her gut rolling over as a mixture of dread and fear settled in the shadows of her soul.
“It’s a shame really, how this night will end. You taste like the sun. And make no mistake, I will taste every inch of you, but first I need to know where the portal is.”
“Screw you, asshole.” Skye spit in his face and cringed, expecting some sort of physical retaliation. Instead laughter echoed across the stillness of the night.
She closed her eyes as he howled at the top of his lungs, “The jaguar will once more feast upon the flesh of the eagle.” He moved slightly and she was able to breathe a little easier, “but first things first.”
The bile that had been sitting at the back of her throat rose quickly and even though Skye was a warrior in her own right, an Eagle Knight, she felt shame wash over her at the fear that began to beat through her body as his eyes raked her curves.
Her mind began to close in on itself and a vision of her father drifted past her eyes. How had it come to this?
Her father’s eyes sliced through her, full of love, encouragement but alive with the fire of battle. It was all she needed and once more she began to struggle against the monster. A surge of adrenalin rushed through her veins as her heart answered the call, and she continued to struggle, ignoring his harsh laughter.
Her blue eyes sought the black of his and her hatred for the jaguar sizzled. “I will never submit willingly to such filth.”
“I wouldn’t dream of you submitting willingly…that would take all the fun out of it, don’t you think?” His laughter fell over her like sharp glass and she felt the heat of his breath on her face.
Skye closed her eyes. She wasn’t strong enough, physically to defeat the bastard on top of her. She braced herself and sought the place of calm and tranquility that resided in her mind. He would use her body, but she would plot and find a way out of this.
There was no other option.
An unholy roar rent the air and bounced off the rock face as it slid out into the night. It was full of power and Skye felt the warrior atop of her still. Something new stalked this evening and she waited, hoping an opportunity for escape would present itself.
Her eyes cracked open and she watched as a furious snarl erupted from the man on top of her. His large hands ground their way into her skull once more and he cracked her head hard against the rock she lay against. The pain was immediate and Skye felt her sanity slip away as the scent of blood filled the air. A deep sadness leeched from her heart into every cell of her body, but she could do nothing about it.
She would fail her father and their people.
And she would die this night.
The following authors are taking part today!
Shelley Munro
Anya Bast
Cynthia Eden
SJ Day
Vivi Anna
Jaci Burton
Mandy Roth
Michelle Pillow
Juliana Stone
Moira Rogers
Sacha White
TJ Michaels
Maura Anderson
Beth Kery
Jody Wallace
Eliza Gayle
Kelly Maher
Elisabeth Naughton
Taige Crenshaw
Beth Williamson
Thursday, June 4th, 2009
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Don’t forget Saturday Snippets tomorrow!!!!
Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
Hey all! A few things….
I’ve over at The Bradford Bunch today blogging about my random thoughts! Stop by if you feel the need to give me some love!
As well, make sure to stop by this Friday for my new weekly video blog. I’m going to do one each and every friday and promise that they will be somewhat entertaining! Gotta keep up the those DaneHart women!
Then Snippet Saturday! This weeks theme is Fight Scene! Should be very cool!
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Have a good one!
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
Hey all! Once again my buddy and fellow vocalist from Sexytime has written a guest blog! Enjoy!
Escape Reality with these Shows!
Most of the people who watch reality shows on a regular basis must really want to escape reality.
I am convinced of this. How else would you describe a person who watches the reality show Mr. Personality? First of all it’s hosted by Monica Lewinsky, who has a female contestant pick one guy out of 40 or more who wear nothing but a mask, or so I was told. Which makes sense….Monica’s personality was often judged by what we couldn’t see but could only imagine. So she was perfect for working with someone to try and pick a mate who liked to use props.
But if truth be told, I would have rather tuned into a “reality show” that had a blind-folded Monica trying to guess where a cigar was made.
Okay, maybe this doesn’t tickle your interest, but what do people find “real” in this world of reality television? For example;
Who wants to Marry My Dad? Another show that should have been put back in the classifieds under “Looking for a Mate” or something. If the dad really wanted to get married, why didn’t they just take him to Russia? What a waste of time…..so much for letting things happen naturally. How about a show called “Who wants to date my Dad”. Let’s take this thing in baby steps shall we?
Armed and Famous? First of all, pretty liberal use of the word “famous”. Latoya Jackson? Out of the 10 famous Jackson’s, isn’t she like #13? Anyways the show was about these wannabes working on the law enforcement somewhere in Indiana. How about Gary, Indiana? Let’s see them do a night shift there. Of course, most of them would know the ins and outs of law enforcement considering you needed a mug shot to be on the show. And LaToya getting tasered…..priceless. What they needed to do is scrap their original line-up and put Nick Nolte, Glen Campbell, Lindsay Lohan and Keifer Sutherland on the beat……..arresting people trying to steal airplane bottle out of the local liquor joint. That might have been real. And think about the car chases? Wouldn’t that be something?
Girl has to find out which Guy is Gay? I forget the actual name of the show, but this one didn’t need to take 3 months did it? How about 3 minutes? All they needed to do was put on Morrisey and the guy who danced the best to it…….well……….you could narrow it down couldn’t you?
The Biggest Loser? My daughter told me I should put on more weight and go on the Biggest Loser to make the family some money. Enough said.
The Real Housewives of Orange County? More like the real cost of divorce and cosmetic surgery. Everytime I catch a bit of this show, I’m waiting for Bob Barker to come out of their room and kiss them. They can’t work the washing machine, they can’t cook, they drink shots off their chest and they jump off their roof to get into their jeans in the morning…….I’m thinking they need a pimp.
Flavour of Love? For a guy who could eat a cob of corn through a snow fence, he sure can get the drag queens can’t he? Nice message…..look like you just got hit by a truck wear a clock on your chest and you sir are the right catch for a woman anytime! And he gets a girl called “New York” famous who works her way into three “reality” shows of her own……one being New York Goes to Work…..where the audience picks one out of three jobs she should go apply to. I’ll help her with this one…..since you made out with Flavour Flav…..you could probably clean the cheese graders for a local pizza parlour. Those things are just a bitch to clean aren’t they?
Who’s Your Daddy? For some women, this is more a shame than a reality show, not to mention a very confusing time on Father’s Day. So, let’s just leave it for the DNA to decide and shut the cameras off. Please. Didn’t we try this already anyways? Where is Jerry Springer these days?
Amish in the City? With all due respect, unless there is a candle party in the city somewhere, these people should not be forced to survive out of their element, should they?
The Littlest Groom? I guess it’s better than the trying to find the ugliest bridesmaid. I just think that it’s kind of sad when he and his wife are searching every arcade for the right gumball machine when they go look for his ring.
Temptation Island? The reality of this show is that you don’t need to go to an island to test how faithful you are to your mate, or vice versa. Most people already got put through this. It’s called their “stag night”, which usually ends with each couple covered in real cheap baby oil. And if you want to know if you passed the test, just check eveyone’s cell phone camera that went with you. This might be the only time where a picture tells the real story.
Married by America? More like who did America fall in love with. I thought this was called American Idol? Maybe I’ve got the two shows mixed up. Anyways, if you want to put them together, make sure you go get them a gift when they register at Wal-Mart. We’ll see how interested you are then, if you are so sincere at playing the part of Cupid.
Who wants to Marry a Millionaire? Probably everyone. That way they can divorce them and get half.
Confessions of a Teen Idol? Never saw this one, but I’m guessing that one of the confessions was that after wearing pop bottle glasses and pouring ketchup on his french fries, he finally admitted that he really didn’t know what kind of ketchup it was because he just couldn’t see. And who told that kid how to spell Oscar Meyer? That, I want to know!
You may or may not agree with me on my spin and take on these shows, but these reality shows and others like them are just a cheap way of exploiting people to get high ratings for those who produce them. It’s so sad. And the suggestion here is that the more un-realistic your show is, the higher rating you will receive by those who quite frankly want to escape the normality of their own lives.
I mean, I guess in their world, you can only watch CNN for so long.