We've mentioned this charity anthology benefitting Toys for Tots (Just click the cover on our sidebar for more information or to purchase.) Though it's not the season, not quite yet, I'll wet your whistle for our giveaway coming up Wednesday, December 2nd. From editor John Floyd's forward, I've selected two sentences about the variety in this holiday assortment, because it isn't just in the bylines.
"The characters are just as varied: Chinese assassins, guardian angels, ex-cons, shoplifters, recovering alcoholics, schoolkids, werewolves, security guards, elves, farmers, jealous spouses, even vengeful electronic devices. And of course there are a few police detectives and amateur sleuths and private eyes thrown in-- these are, after all, mysteries."
From the beginning of my book-length rewrite, here are two plus one of my own:
"Perhaps she shouldn't find it so appealing, Frankie thought, but she'd had her fill and then some of gritty authenticity. Authenticity was a dark, viscous pool you slipped in. It was the smell you couldn't wash out of your hair."
Share any two you've read and/or written this week, theme optional. Add them to the comments or let us know where they are. And get ready for gifts from us next week!
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8 comments:
You've piqued my interest about the anthology.
Now, your sentences, Clare, make me cringe at the thought of authenticity. I can feel it. Well done.
Got two up at my place.
Love your sentences, Clare! And, of course, I am planning on delving into the anthology as soon as I have five free minutes...
Oh, right, and for my sentences (I'd give you two I read, but I am not home and don't have access to them!) here you go:
Jake slanted a look at Tara, walking beside him. Damn, she was good. Her tone was so even you’d never know she didn’t believe a word of the crap she was spouting. For a bizarre moment, he wanted to grab her and plant a giant, smacking kiss on her lips. Something completely outrageous.
"Authenticity was a dark, viscous pool you slipped in. It was the smell you couldn't wash out of your hair."
Excellent!
(Next week I will get something together for a TwoFer.)
Laura- I want that big smacking kiss!
David- We'd love to have you! The water's fine.
Thanks Clare...now I know what that smell is that I can't get out of my hair :) Great description.
Only been writing nonfic this week. Boring! Good stuff here, though.
Love your sentences, Clare!
I have my copy of Gift of Murder...but like Laura, I haven't gotten to it yet!
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