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Friday, December 23, 2005


My friendly UPS man delivered my Christmas present from Santa early! I got my ALPHASMART NEO yesterday. Let me tell you -- this gadget ROCKS!

If there were any better tool for a writer, I can't imagine it. This is the best invention since the microchip. It's so small, and light, slightly smaller in width than the average keyboard, and only a little taller it can easily be taken anywhere. I can't wait to try it tomorrow at work for the first time! In spite of its small size, it's VERY comfortable to type on, unlike many laptop keyboards. And so easy to download onto a computer word program it's not even funny. It's hysterical to watch the letters appear magically during the transfer.

I just adore this. It's the best present Santa has ever thought to bring. Bless your little frosty mustached, Chevy drivin' heart, Santa. :)

Sunday, December 18, 2005


He may not have made any lists, or checked them twice, 'cause I'm not really sure this girls been all that nice, but Santa Claus has come to my town already.

Okay, so the big guy didn't have a flowing white beard, or any reindeer... in fact, he's sort of frosted with grey, and drives a black Chevy truck. Did I mention I sleep with Santa? Hey, it has to have some fringe benefits. I got my Christmas present early. Well, I got to know about it early because I had to do the ordering to get it right. Santa gave me the go-ahead to get my ALPHASMART NEO and convienent carrying case for the holidays. It would be nice if it got here by Christmas, but just knowing it's coming is a big enough gift.

Now I can write at work (which I do anyway, but since there's no computer, it's all by hand, and that's a PAIN. Not to mention the even bigger pain of having to come home and type it all into the computer. IF I can read it by then.) I can also type on the weekends we're away showing horses. And anytime I darned well please. Even take it out to the barn during 'mare stare' when I live out there for about a month. Yippee, I can now continue my working even during those trying months.

Don't worry, Santa is going to be getting a big hug, and extra benefits tonight, for sure. :)

Friday, December 16, 2005

Good day to you, too!

I'm having a good day today. That's saying a lot since it's blizzarding, and cold outside, and I despise both. However, I got another request for a partial today, and that warms the soul no matter what the temperature outside is!

So, I'm 3 for 35 in query requests so far, although roughly 1/2 have not answered either way yet. So I don't feel I'm doing too badly in ratio.

Hope you all are having a wonderful day, no matter what the weather is like outside.

Sunday, December 11, 2005


I did NaNoWriMo for the first time this year, and was able to complete the 50,000 words to earn the stamp of a NaNo Winner. It was so much fun, and such a great way to challange myself to push my limits that I decided to keep it up.

A new organization, based on the idea of NaNo started up, and along with several hundred others so far, I joined in. NANOWRIYE is 2006's version of NaNo craze for the year. There are various divisions an individual can join in according to their desires for a total word count for the year.

I've chosen the 250k club as the perfect goal for myself. On some days I am quite capable of well over 1000 words, but of course, life can take its toll on others. So I felt that 250k was managable. It should allow me to finish off the two 75-100k novels I'm working on at them moment, and hopefully at least one more as well.

NaNoWriYe can be found at :

Come join the madness!

Friday, December 09, 2005


The great gates of hell are guarded by the most ferocious of beasts and only open one way, down. Except for every full cycle, on the fourth bell of the full moon that sounds throughout the spiritual plain, when the gates of heaven and hell are opened wide to bring back lost souls, and those on the run.

Alexander is Hell’s most beautiful assassin. Lucifer himself adores Alexander above any other--a fact that doesn’t set well with Alex’s fellow demons. Alex is passionate in his discontent with life, and all that hell can offer is not enough for even its most treasured spirit. As the first bell rings, signaling a new cycle in hell’s domain, Alex’s ambitions fire into action, and in a pique of angst he crashes through the gates of hell, battles the hounds, and heads to the surface above. He only has three more bells to find his peace before Satan is freed once more to round up his minons gone awry. So what happens when a brooding dark Lord from hell sets out on his own to find a life above ground? All hell breaks loose.

Alexander is overwhelmed by his experiences on the surface. He must quickly find his equilibrium in order to prepare for the demons Lucifer is sure to send after him. Doing his best to blend, and that’s not easy for a winged assassin, he blends into life on earth until a particularly vicious battle in the park leaves him beaten and bloody on the ground at the feet of a perky young born again Christian named Christine who is sure she’s found a brave angel of God who’s just defeated a demon from hell. Well, she is part right.

Christine is forced into the most painful decision of her young life, caste away the demon from hell, or help him defeat the devil, and possibly lose her soul in the process.

Hell’s Bells is part one of a planned trilogy that will give new definition to the relationship between heaven and hell, and just where earth stands between them.

Monday, December 05, 2005


Maybe it's just the infernal cold, and having to warm the car up for twenty minutes just so I can get in without it feeling like entering an igloo, but I'm moody today. (Of course, it's also the beginning of the month, draw your own conclusions to that one.) But to top it off, I'm waiting.

Yes, it's the eternal writer's fate: to wait.

I have a partial on an agent's desk.

I have a partial in the Harlequin Epic contest (that was supposed to be finaled on Dec 1, but got pushed back to Dec 15th... so more waiting).

I am waiting to hear on about 15 other queries.

I'm query weary.

Of course, through it all, I write. I have my new WIP, and I have taken quite a liking to this blog of which I moaned so heavily about at first. Funny thing, these blogs. They kind of get under your skin. In fact, until about a month ago, I hadn't even cruised other blogs. I barely knew they existed. Now I have about twenty in my favorites, and click on them daily to peruse other writer/agents/publisher/etc... thoughts and random rants. It's become quite addictive.

Can we say - procrastination?

Not really though. Sometimes it's just a needed break from a lengthy time spent swimming through 'just the right words' in the current manuscript. Sometimes it's just for fun. A lot of times it's really educational.

Oh, I should add one more wait-I just sent in a synopsis to the 'Honest Critique' blogger who is another annonymous wonder out here in blog land. One who is a slush pile reader for a publishing house. Seems like an interesting deal, and I'm anxious to find out what he/she says about my current synopsis. But it will be a bit of a wait, since s/he posted just today that s/he's gone on vacation for two weeks. Just my luck, my timing stinks once again.

So here's hoping that any of you writers out there have better luck, and timing than I do this holiday season, and for anybody reading: Happy Holidays.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

New Prompt

This was the prompt: You just killed someone.You killed someone on purpose.Now you need to hide the corpse.What do you do?

My solution:

Any idiot who sets out to commit murder, would certainly have a plan for what to do with the body afterwards—almost any idiot. Raises hand, not this one.

Poor schumck, I thought. That’s all I could do at the time. Look down at his limp, lifeless body, and sigh. I had thought about killing the bastard for years. Really, I seriously contemplated his demise for roughly five of the six years we’d been married. Sometimes it was a way to forget about the pain, sort of a daydream type thing. More often than not though, it was a very calculated, scheming, all out consideration of exactly what I would do, and how I would do it.

I planned which weapon to use, giving each and every possibility fullest consideration as to its ability to cause great pain, prolong death, and exercise the most excruciating amount of torture. I calculated the scene. The where had to be perfect. At least I thought it should be, after all he’d given me in the first six years of marriage, I, at least owed him a fitting final scene.

A dungeon would have been nice.

It’s really hard to find a dungeon in Hackensack, New Jersey though. Hell, I didn’t even make it down to our basement. Now he lay, cold, still, hey, you know, I just realized, I like him this way. Too bad he couldn’t have been more like this when he was alive. Anyway, he’s flat out on the damned kitchen floor. Not only do I have to think about what to do with his big, fat, gained-sixty-pounds, you’re a great cook dear, nothing else, but a great cook, body, but I also have to figure out how to get blood stains off of the woodwork.

Not too brilliant, I admit it. But this hadn’t been the real plan. For all the premeditation I’d done, none of it came of any use when he walked down the stairs this morning and had to be a smart ass when I asked him if my new pants made my butt look fat.

“Your butt makes your butt look fat.”

That’s what he said, I swear it. Maybe it’s ground for murder, and they’ll let me go on conditions of temporary insanity. No one else has to know that I’ve wanted to kill the jerk for years. Or that I have an arsenal in a suitcase buried deep in the back of the closet. All waiting for the perfect moment that will never come. It’s over.

There’s some relief to that.

Maybe I’ll just wait until the cops show up. Do cops just show up? Or does somebody have to call them? I should have watched more cop shows when Joe did. That’s his name, or was, Joe. Joe Nobody anymore. Cold, dead, Joe.

Where’s that phone?


I just love doing those. It's fun. This one will probably, most likely, maybe never :) make it into any WIP of mine. But it was sure fun to write. I like prompts. They grease the wheels. They make you think, even just for a short while about something else besides what you're knee deep in at the moment. They allow you the freedom to experiment. And sometimes, just maybe, they give you a real imagination supernova, and a new story line.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Done Deal

Well, that wasn't nearly as difficult as say, cutting off my fingers one-by-one. In fact, it was nothing more than a good way to kill about 20 minutes of should-have-been-writing time. So it's done, the world will continue to spin, and I can no longer hide behind the anonymous MissWrite.

Some things are for the best.


Well, I'm seriously considering coming out from hiding here, and making this a true blog, rather than playing character games and hiding behind the veiled world of screen names. The reason for my considering it is simply that, while it was fun for awhile, it really serves no purpose other than being able to spit a little fire once in awhile without it really reflecting on 'me'.

That said, I'm not actually that much of a 'spitfire' to begin with. It's fun once in a while, though, I have to admit that.

I have started to think that doing this blog for 'real' would be a little more fun in the long run, however. So... maybe I will.

For the record, as anonymous as I've attempted to be in some ways, I have left small hints in the fact that I posted some of my writing below. Although to be perfectly honest, I do realize that only a select few would recognize it, since they are from a closed workshop. :) Cheeky, huh?

Anyway, on the issue below over decisions... HOORAY, not only have I figured out WHICH of the two pieces to work on as a concept for my new WIP, but I was able to incorporate BOTH of them into it. How fantastic. I was thrilled. The murderous one is the kick-off concept, and the jungle one, with some modifications will be a scene from about the middle of the work. I have the complete synopsis done, now I'm off to write it.

Oh... and I came upon a picture today in my on-line travels that sparked my imagination enough to come up with a story concept for it, and it will be my next WIP. (Or maybe, if I'm feeling really ambitious, even worked on side-by-side with the current WIP.)

Check back over the next few days, and maybe, just maybe MissWrite will be the real deal.

Happy writing to all.