Today I'm welcoming award winning author Em Petrova to my blog. I've been a huge fan and recently got to take a class with her where I learned a lot about editing. Not only is Em a wonderful author, but an inspiring person.
One of the most talked questions amongst writers is voice. What is it, where do I find it, how do I use it? When you receive the inevitable rejection letters, sometimes agents or editors will comment on its presence or lack thereof. If you’ve got it, readers flock to the shelves like children clambering to hear one of Grandma’s stories. Some of us have it naturally and others have to work for it. Out of eighty-some rejection letters, I was often told my voice was strong, but my story was not for them.
Luckily, like the craft of writing, your voice can be cultivated. When it comes to singing, a voice teacher might hone your pitch or help you work on your breathing techniques. You might practice for years, wailing your heart out, and chances are your singing will improve, but you’ll never become a contestant on American Idol. Here’s the good news! You don’t have to have the best voice to engage readers! But finding the true quality for you is important. So how do you do that?
A writer’s voice is the pitch and tone, a style that feeds your words a particular feel. When people read your words, they’ll hear a subconscious whisper in the back of their minds. The most important thing to remember is that your story is an interpretation of the world seen through your eyes.
Yes, your hero or heroine’s points of view are important, but first and foremost, you’re translating this story. No one can tell it but you. If your writing partner attempted to tell the same exact story with the same plot, characters, and conflicts, she’d tell it differently. Because the words are filtering through her brain. She’s giving it her stamp in new ways because she loves the color purple and she broke her arm rescuing a kitten from a tree
and she’s a mother. To create voice, your unique traits will shift into sound, beat, rhythm.
Here’s an exercise I often do to warm up, especially if I’m starting a new manuscript or I’ve been away from my work-in-progress too long. Block out ten minutes, get your booty in your chair and open a blank document. Then start typing. Don’t type with a direction in mind. Just let your muse wander. Talk about the curtains in your office, the damn phone that rings too
much, or the shirt tag that feels itchy on the back of your neck. Don’t you dare edit! And who cares about typos, run-ons or grammar? Just type. It will sound something like this:
The trees are black and icy with arms reaching toward the midnight sky. Tiny drops of need pulsing, racing, climaxing in the veins of a depressed elephant trainer who needs more money and more work. But there’s no work in the business for elephant trainers. She needs a home, a family, but will she get it? Probably not. She only has this big fat grey hide in front of her, and it’s a big block in her life. The biggest she can imagine. Like the gorilla in the room, she has an elephant. (this was impromptu and unedited).
See? Sounds crazy, huh? Where did the elephant trainer come from? No idea. My muse went off on a tangent. But that’s not the important part. Did you hear my voice in there? Voice helps set the mood and creates stronger characters. Often writers get nervous about voice because any scrutiny cuts us and feels like a personal attack. Don’t let that hold you back. If your voice is coming through, people will like it or not, but that’s the point. You’ve connected with a reader and given them strong emotion—she likes it or doesn’t.
Another thing to remember is there are many different sides of you. Your voice isn’t going to sound flat and one-dimensional because you aren’t. You’re a wife, mother, co-worker, sister, leader of the Benevolent Order of Basket Weavers. Whatever. As writers, we already have multiple personality disorder. Let those tones shine through the writing clouds and illuminate your words.
Also, though your POV’s and characters will change, your voice will stay pretty constant. Your evil rapist villain won’t sound the same as the cherubic child of your heroine, but we’ll still know it’s you telling the story.
Searching for voice takes some time for most people. Don’t get frustrated. Keep playing with your words until you find a rhythm. Exercises will help greatly, just as a vocalist practices scales. Write a scene of action and dialogue. The quick pace might unleash your inner tone. Write in an unconventional POV—a witness to a crime, an unseen narrator, or a minor character. Tell us about your heroine’s sexy encounter with her boss in the broom closet. And try that ten-minute sprint.
Unleash and let your mind go. Your voice is probably hidden beneath the rubble of rhetorical devices, punctuation, and formatting. Searching for it is very important, but I know it’s in there. And your readers are dying to hear it.
~where words mean so much more~
When my daughter was born, we had already spent two or three months thinking about baby names. We eliminated many from the baby book and had it narrowed down to a top ten of boy names and girl names. Can you see Letterman doing a top ten of your baby names? Trust me after being a teacher for years, there were some names eliminated right away.
I loved names that were from my favorite shows and embodied the unique nature I wanted for my child. Names like Jade, Rhiannon, or Sydney. I wanted strong names for my son. Names like Kane, Seth, and Wade.
Coming up with a name for my characters is often just as challenging. It's imporant to think carefully about the characters when you write the story. As an author, you decide everything from their hair color to their physical attributes. Their name has to "fit" the characters as much as their looks.
With my Wilder Sisters stories, I've already thought about the five girls' names. For me it was important that all the girls have the same beginning letter. Since Syndie's story was the first story, I realized that all her sisters must begin with the letter "S". I wrote down a list of names that started with "S" and have begun to write the other stories with those names. Syndie Wilder of Forever Love is the oldest sister. Stacey from Beach Desires is the fourth sister. I'm currently working on a third book in the series. What name would you choose? Stephanie? Shelby? Susan? Doesn't each one convey a different memory for you? Or a different picture of the charcter?
Syndie had to be unique. She was a girl who left town right after high school. She was SYN with a capital S, only in reality she was a 'good girl' who lost her boyfriend for not putting out. Her sister had to be just as important. Stacey was a girl who was hiding her true self her entire life. Stacey fit in and conformed. She didn't make waves. That is until she broke the chains of small town life and was free to be honest about her sexuality.
If you would like to read Stacey Wilder's story, check out the fun summer romance of Beach Desires, available now at Amazon, All Romance and Secret Cravings Publishing. http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-beachdesires-804335-149.html
Today I am welcoming David M. Brown to my blog to talk about his latest book and what is an Epiphany. David will be giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one randomly chosen commenter at
the end of the tour.
~~What is Fezariu’s Epiphany?
The word “epiphany” has religious connotations as a Christian feast day on 6 January, which commemorates the baby Jesus as the manifestation of the son of God. “Epiphany” is also used to describe a sudden insight or revelation, something groundbreaking or life changing, such as a scientific discovery. I wanted that element where a character has many experiences in life and only at the end are they able to fully reconcile these conflicting thought and feelings into the epiphany of the title.
Fezariu’s Epiphany began life as a very different story to what it is now. Previously Fezariu was a young man, the son of a farming family, who dreamed of fame and fortune by joining the Merelax Mercenaries – a prestigious force of hired hands and among the most accomplished warriors in Elenchera. Years later, Fezariu has seen many wars, subdued many rebellions and had his hands bloodied and dirtied by his experiences. He is a shadow of his former self and in the end he realises there is nothing heroic or romantic about war and this is his epiphany that he embraced the death that comes with war over the life that comes with farming land. Only by near losing his humanity and having little of himself left does Fezariu eventually achieve this insight.
That was the original concept but it’s completely different now. In the finished novel, Fezariu suffers many tragedies in his childhood, including the abandonment of his mother and the murder of his stepfather. He comes to believe that he is accursed and to blame for all these terrible things that have happened. He chooses to save what little family he has left by running away and taking solace in the arms of the Merelax Mercenaries. This new life is the distance Fezariu needs from his past. He is anonymous and can live his life without having to look back. Though Fezariu excels as a mercenary the past simply will not let go.
In the end Fezariu realises he must go back and face his childhood and the reason his mother abandoned him before he can bury his past for good. What is Fezariu’s epiphany? That I can’t tell you as it will spoil the story! All I can say is that Fezariu endures many ups and downs in his life but only at the end of the novel does he have the epiphany of the title and it is a life changing moment for him. It tears apart all his previous perceptions and shapes a new future, but by the time this happens Fezariu’s life is in danger and whether he survives or not is not for me to say!
Epiphanies are rare occurrences, really key and significant moments in history and in the lives of individuals. I’ve had many insights and revelations in my time, but I don’t think any of these would constitute an epiphany. Through Fezariu’s story I have lived and shared his experiences and sat on his shoulder as he experienced his own epiphany. Whether I have an epiphany of my own in future doesn’t bother me. Sharing Fezariu’s epiphany has been more than enough.
12-year-old Fezariu thought his mother died when he was little, but when his beloved stepfather dies the boy discovers she is alive and well - and working at the most famous brothel in all of Elenchera. When she cruelly rejects him it's more than he can bear, and he runs away to join a band of ruthless soldiers for hire. The Merelax Mercenaries will fight for anyone who can pay them, no matter the justice of the cause.
Fezariu grows up among the soldiers and becomes one of them. He thinks his time with the mercenaries has hardened him. But a campaign in his old home town pushes him too far, and he discovers what really happened to his mother. Maybe there are some things money
shouldn't buy... and maybe it's time Fezariu took his revenge.
As the hours passed, Redemption slowly came back to life as families braved the streets and began the painful process of putting this latest display of insurgence to one side. Only when the last of the graves had been erected would the residents of the city be able to focus fully on maintaining the prosperous empire Eligantiar had built through its many colonies in the west. The dawn of a new day brought hope in the form of the Eligantians’ continued resilience. Many rebellions they had faced since first landing in Emeraldon but they still
remained to this day, defiant masters of the continent with the native valkayans the reluctant victims of relentless imperialism.
Only when Vintaro had exhausted his supply of Mizuansi did the trio stand and make their way back into the heart of the city. Their minds and bodies yearned for rest and the warm embrace of the nearest bed to assuage their fatigue. As the trio wandered along the streets they spoke of their first assignment, the adversities that they had faced and how together they had cemented the glowing reputation of the Merelax Mercenaries in completing their task with resounding success.
The trio parted ways when they reached the central square. Fezariu returned to the inn where General Bayard was staying and where Arshea had died. He settled in a vacant bed in General Bayard’s room, convinced he would not rest.
Fezariu thought over the choices he had made in getting to this point in his life, leaving Alycea and Edward, risking everything by pursuing his dream of becoming a mercenary, and now finding that his hopes of having no one to care for or to disappoint had failed to come to fruition. The Merelax Mercenaries, for so long Fezariu’s sanctuary and escape from the haunting memories of Clarendon, had now left him feeling vulnerable.
REVIEW SOUND BYTES
There are many plot twists and turns in this masterfully written book chronicling the life of a mercenary named Fezariu. Fezariu's Epiphany is a fantasy work on a grand scale in which you enter an imaginatively drawn world filled with many lands and spanning great periods of time.
Jason Sullivan - Different Outcomes and author of The Dark Yergall
When a reader that normally does not like fantasy novels set in world with unknown names falls in love with a book from that genre, then you know the author did a spectacular job of bringing their story to life for all to enjoy.
Talina Perkins - Bookin' It Reviews/Night Owl Reviews Night Owl Reviews "Top
You can almost smell the filth and corruption that permeates Clarendon, a true cesspool of a city. This is a story of how a boy grows into being a man and accepting his faults and redeeming his failures. I recommend it.
William Bentrim - Azure Dwarf and author of The Adventures of Hardy Belch
David Brown could be considered a fantasy fanatic, especially since he has spent the last 10 years developing a 47,000-year history for his fictional world of Elenchera. When converting his obsession into literary form, David commits himself to a rigorous writing and editing process before his work can meet his approval. Combined with the critical eye of his wife and a BA Honors in History and English, David's dedication leads him to his goal of inspiring readers through heartfelt stories and characters.
Although David is inspired primarily by fantasy fiction, he also finds his muse in the form of anime, world cinema, history, and biographies. His own books, Fezariu's Epiphany and the in-progress A World Apart, combine aspects from worlds both old and new into compelling tales of a world not soon forgotten., David himself certainly does not lack a spirit of adventure; in fact, he left his job in 2007 in order to spend a month traveling. Second only to meeting and marrying his wife, David counts this as one of the most amazing experiences of his life.
The Elencheran Chronicles: http://elenchera.comThe World According to Dave: http://blog.elenchera.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/elencheraFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/fezariuGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11451305-fezariu-s-epiphany(book page)
Don't forget that David will be giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one randomly chosen commenter at the end of the tour. You can follow the tour for more chances to win.
Stop by Goddess Fish on June 16th for a Rebel Ink Press Party. We will be featuring some wonderful new releases, including my own Protecting His Wolfe. I can't wait to share my story with you!
Memorial Day is a day to remember thos who gave their lives for our country. The men and women who fought bravely for freedom. I've been lucky to have many wonderful family members who have served our country. My great grandfather was in World War One. He came home safely and came into my fifth grade class to speak about the war. My grandfather was undergoing his physical when he found out that two of his brothers had just died in World War Two. So the military let him go home. They didn't want our family to give any more lives. My father was in the National Guard and while he never served in a war, he was very proud of the work he did. Currently my brother-in-law is serving in the Navy. He served in Iraq and used to write emails to me about his time over there and even volunteered to send my class some scorpions! He and my sister as well as their children have been in Japan for the last three years and are coming back to the United States. Our family has been a part of protecting our country and freedom but in a small way. On Memorial Day, I want to remember those men and women who didn't come back or who came back changed in a monumental way. They gave their everything so that we could have all that we have. Thank you!
Today fellow Rebel author Suzzanna C. Ryan stops by to sit in my interrogation... um... interview...chair. I'm so happy to have her here because she is an amazing author and inspiration to me.
Hello and Welcome ! Please tell us a little about
Hi Melissa, my name is
Suzzana C Ryan.
What song best fits your life? And
Somewhere Over the
If you were a cartoon character who would you be and
If you had to live without your car or your computer, which would you choose?
Do you have any funny stories from growing up that you can share?
Mmm…the Easter Bunny…deathly afraid of him…Now come one in order to deleiver all those damn eggs that rabbit had to be pretty big. I had nightmares…about the 50 foot Bunny. Finally my mother set me straight. Then I demanded all my chocolate…for over 5 years.
What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?
Gamble…drink…smoke….sex…not really…writing…is my solace
If you had to be one of your characters, which would you be and why?
Tracey Reagan, from my new release, A love Dipped in Blood…a half-breed with a drop dead gorgeous sex machine Vampire mate. (half-breed…two steps from transition, from being a full vampire. Still considered human, with the ability to live with a vampire mate for eons)
Your books have a wide range of genres, do they have any common themes?
I am a true erotic romance writer. Whether it be m/f m/m or f/f or any combination there will
always be an element of romance behind my stories. Love is such a wonderful thing, and I enjoy that HEA ending.
Did you always want to be an author?
Yes, or an archiologist
What is your favorite part about being an author? What is your least favorite?
The thrill of cover art and seeing my work in print…editing…
What has been your favorite part about getting published?
Realizing a dream, crying every time I see my name on a cover. Reading my own work and realizing wow I really wrote that.
Where do you write? Do you need anything to help you get in the mood for writing?
I have a guest room that we’ve set up as an office. It’s quiet and country French décor and I have an array of music…I love Gothic Rock, Xandria, Within temptation, Nightwish…then certain love songs from the Eagles, Led Zeppelin…I think u can see I love music.
Tell us about your latest release: (blurb, excerpt, cover)
Chance Harris is a powerful Grand Witch. Her obsession is one gorgeous vampire named Eric Clayton. She’s loved the vampire forever.
It’s time for Chance to take a mate, time for her to give up her promiscuity and settle down. She only sees one man, one vampire, that will suit her needs. But Eric Clayton can’t be caught that easily. He can only see the witch whose claim to fame is a very tight female anatomy. He can only see a woman with a tainted reputation.
One flower grows that can enchant a witch, the black rose. Will Chance ever see love and black roses in her future?
Their hearts will clash and ignite. A push and pull of emotions will ensue, ending in a love that will transcend time and last an eternity.
Here’s a very sexy excerpt from Black Roses:
I ran my body down his and kissed every inch of him. I got to his six packed abs then his dick. He was beautiful, thick and long, the head dark pink and perfectly shaped. The veins were engorged and the large vein running along the back beckoned my tongue. When I put him in my mouth, his girth stretched me wide, my teeth grazed his shaft. I sucked him in and let my tongue caress him then licked and sucked his cock using my saliva ridden hands to pump him. It was all so sexual and carnal, the tip of his cock secreting drops of semen as he was nearing his orgasm. I licked the head, tasting him, and my body convulsed, he was mine and now I would show him just how much he belonged to me. I ceased my pressure at the base of his dick and sucked him hard. It was my name he yelled out as he came. It was me he vowed his love for, and it was me who would love him for eternity.
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How did you decide on your story plot?
The title Black Roses….then just began to write…that’s how it happens…I can’t even tell when the sceme is going to shift. Or a character is going to die.
How did you choose your characters names and location for your story?
Chance Harris and Eric Clayton? The names come…I guess writers call it muses…
Do you have a favorite scene? Why?
Yes...this Vampire’s a bit kinky….likes doing things in public…and he fingers Chance under the restaurant table…makes her come, call it his appetizer…
Do you have a character that you identify with?
I do believe there is a part of me in every character I write about. Though, my characters are not me. It’s fun to let’s say add the little tidbit of info that the main character doesn’t like Pineapple ( I don’t like Pinapple.)
Let our readers know how they can get a hold of you…
http:///www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.comhttp://www.suzzanacryan.blogspot.comface Book, twitter,
Red Paint in the hair?
Blue paint on the jeans?
Sand in the shoes?
Peanut butter on your favorite shirt?
White socks look brown?
Sleeves or shirts a little bit damp?
Well, take heart because……………..
Your child probably……….
Worked with a friend
Solved a problem
Created a masterpiece
Negotiated a difference
Learned a new skill
Had a great time
Developed new language
Your child probably didn't………..
Do repetitive tasks that are too babyish
Do worksheet tasks that are too easy
Do sit down work that is discouraging
Paid good money for those clothes
Will have trouble getting the red paint out
Are concerned that your child's teacher isn't really paying attention to your child-
The Teacher probably……………………
Was aware of your child's needs and interests
Spent time planning a challenging activity for the children
Encouraged the children to try new things
Was worried that you might be concerned
But try to remember, if you will…………
What your favorite activity was when you were four years old? Was it outdoor play with water, mud, dress-up clothes? Young children really only learn when they are actively involved in play, not when someone is talking to them. There is a big difference between "Messy" and "lack of care".
Keep in mind, that most certainly the teacher made sure that your child was fed, warm, took a nap, washed hands after toileting, and before eating--and planned messy, fun things to do, because she knows, that's how young children learn!
Send your child to school in clothes that can get dirty. Keep extra clothes at school for when your child gets wet or really messy. If you need to take your child out somewhere after school, bring your "good" clothes and allow time to change when you pick up.
And finally…..remain calm, remembering that in a few years, teen-agers will use shampoo, mirrors and all of the clean towels--but for now, we’ll just give them time to be kids!
Can a summer fling last a lifetime? Stacey
Wilder escapes to the beach for a much needed vacation and meets a woman who tempts her passion. But Stacey hid her desires growing up because small town Catholic girls don’t fall in love with other women.
Mandy Kenzie is a Southern girl who also dealt with discrimination growing up over her choice of lovers.
When she meets Stacey, sparks fly and passion ignites. But will their beach fling become a forever match or just a vacation affair?
Can Stacey and Mandy make their long distance
relationship work? Or will they let the prejudices of their upbringing ruin their chance at happiness?
Today my guest is author Annette Bower who has graciously stopped by to share one of her favorite school memories. I love that her memory is more about life than just the lessons in school. Annette will also award a $25 GC to All Romance eBooks to one randomly drawn commenter, so be sure to follow her other blog stops for more chances to win! Tour information is found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/04/virtual-name-before-masses-tour-moving.html
Good morning Melissa. Thank you for hosting me today. My memories that often come to the forefront when I think of school are not about reading, writing or arithmetic but about life.
My family moved around our home city, Regina, Saskatchewan. I attended four elementary schools (one school twice) and two high schools, all of them parochial.
While in elementary school, I had learned a song during a school holiday that went something like this: “Oh you can’t get to heaven in an old Ford car cause an old Ford car won’t get you that far, I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more, I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more. Etc.” It went on for several verses and the last verse was: “Oh you can’t get to heaven in a rocking chair cause the Lord don’t want no lazy folks there, I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more.” Etc.
When I returned to school, I corralled a few select friends into the corner of the school grounds and sang this song to them because I thought it would be considered naughty, or sinful, or wrong but I sang it anyway. I don’t recall who taught me the song but I had learned it well because these words remain in my memory as well as the feelings of possible danger for challenging what I assumed would be considered contrary to our teachings.
Perhaps this is why Anna in chapter 1 of Moving On-A Prairie Romance can pick up and move to a new community. It was a risk, but not too risky but just enough to force her to change her world and question some of the expert advice she had encountered in her recent past.
“[Anna’s] mother had suggested a plane ticket from Toronto and rental car, a long weekend
vacation, check things out instead of rushing headlong into the unknown. But Anna couldn’t. She drove for four days. It was now or never. She turned off the engine, opened the door and pushed one sensibly soled foot over the edge and onto the stone path that led to the house.
The windows were dirty and the exterior paint cracked and flaked. This was just the place she needed if as they say, your environment reflects your state of mind. Maybe in this place they would get off her back.”
When I was in grade five, I was a member of a group of students who were not chosen for the baseball team. My family owned a bat and soft ball so I begged to take them to school. We leftovers made up our own team, scrounged a piece of playground, and played scrub. Our diamond must have been shorter. I remember, during one of our recess games, one of our team hit a line drive and one of the players was struck by the ball and her eyeglasses were broken. I was held responsible because I had provided the bat and ball. The principal wanted my family to pay for the glasses. We didn’t have that kind of money. I can’t
remember what happened. I know my father visited the school. Nevertheless, our baseball team was disbanded.
I like exploring what it feels like to be on the outside. This is what Nick experiences in Chapter 4 of Moving On-A Prairie Romance.
“Nick remained hidden. He wouldn’t interrupt but if they needed help, he’d be there. He welcomed Herman’s relaxed face flushed with life and Anna’s white limbs flailing against
black earth were a vision. Finally, she lay back and enjoyed her prone position. Her legs and arms splayed as if she were about to play one of the oldest games and create a winged snow or rather dust angel. His heart lurched. He longed to join them, but he knew that as soon as he emerged from the trees, everything would change. He felt the twinges of being an outsider, there to protect and observe, but in many ways powerless to do much else except provide hope like he does in his armed forces duties.”
I remember in Grade 7 a handsome substitute teacher taught us the proper technique to eat soup without dribbling. I still use this method today. In chapter 5 of Moving On-A Prairie Romance Nick introduces Anna to line dancing.
“Anna was no stranger to music but she was a stranger to the dance steps. However, the stomps, kicks and grapevines became less complicated with each repetition. She liked moving to the music. She watched the red boots and skirt of the woman in front of her. She saw the added swing of her hips and suggestive dips of her shoulder. Anna added these movements. When she glanced at Nick’s face, he smiled. She smiled back and tried harder to keep up with the line. During the next set, they held onto each other and swung in unison.”
Thank you, Melissa for asking me to share memories of my school years. I had not evaluated how these early interactions with real life influence my writing. As a writer I approach a story from who I have become by the experiences life has given me.
Moving On: A Prairie Romance
by Annette Bower
Anna is a mysterious woman that has just moved to Regina Beach. The residents of the small town know everyone’s business and they are very interested in discovering Anna’s secrets. Nick was a Sergeant in the Canadian Army, doing active duty until a horrific accident sent him home to recover. He helps Anna feel safe and comfortable in her new environment, just as he has always done for his men in strange, dangerous places. Meanwhile, he focuses on preparing for his future
physical endurance test to prove that he is capable of returning to active duty.
Anna doesn’t talk about her past, and Nick doesn’t talk about his future therefore she is shocked to discover that his greatest wish is to return to active duty. She won’t love a man who may die on the job again. Intellectually, she knows that all life cycles end, but emotionally, she doesn’t know if she has the strength to support Nick.
[Nick] hopped out, hurried around to her door, opened it, grasped her hand, and pulled her to her feet. He gently pushed against the small of her spine, propelling her forward. His breath fanned the tight fluff on the back of her neck as they reached the steel double doors. He reached around her and opened the door to music. Country music.
He pulled her onto the dance floor into a fast waltz. Her feet automatically followed his measured steps. He felt the tension ease out of her body. She looked around. She even leaned her head back in response to a spin, exposing a wonderful slender white neck. He quelled an urge to lean forward and kiss the column down to her seductively exposed collar bones. He felt himself react, again. Maybe he was the beast that she spoke of. Keeping track of his left lower limb became a non-issue while he focused on another part of his anatomy or he’d embarrass himself in front of his neighbors. The music ended. He kept his hand firmly around her waist as he propelled her to the makeshift bar.
“Yes.” She hesitated as if she was searching the jargon of a memory. “Draft?”
He handed her the dew-covered glass which she pushed into her lips. He clung to his bottle and tipped it evenly, watching her through half-closed eyes. She was an enigma. Pain and party. Her face had shown shadows of solemnity and joy of life.
He wanted to know her, but at the same time, not know her. Her pain both called to and repelled him.
Annette Bower lives and writes in Regina, SK Canada. She is an author of many short stories published in anthologies and magazines in Canada, the United States and the United Kingdom. She explores women in families, women in communities and women at the beginning and end of love and their quest for love.
She pursues the writing craft in workshops, conferences, Writing with Style, Banff Centre for the Arts, Victoria School of Writing, Sage Hill Writing Experience, the Surrey International Writing Conferences and the Romance Writing
of America Conferences.
When she isn’t writing she walks or bikes around the streets and parks in her neighborhood imagining complex worlds behind seemingly ordinary events.
Her first contemporary romance, Moving On A Prairie Romance is published by XoXo Publishing™ a division of Ninni Group Inc.
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I wanted to share with you a little about my life. But I wanted you to see my life through the camera's lens not through my words. My stories tell a little about my life but here are some never before seen photos!
This is me as a baby.
This is our high school newspaper staff. I'm the one in the bottom left corner. I was one of the editors.
This is my Dad and sisters, my son, and nieces and nephew at the cottage.
This is my DH at Sleeping Bear Dunes. We love to camp and visit the State Parks.
This is my home. I love the old style with the new amenities.
This is the Captain. He watches over our family. :)
I'm so proud of my kids. They are the best things I've ever done!
They are great friends and siblings.
This is Grissolm. I love my furbabies. We have two. They are both snugglers and love to give kisses!
I love my babies so much that I got a tattoo of their prints on my foot. After all, they do walk all over me!
These are just a few of the photos of my life. I hope they show you the person I am. I'd love to hear from you and see some of your photos! :)