Well, oops! Occasionally late but always great (I hope.) I'd meant to perform this service and announce over the weekend, but I let myself get totally distracted by going to see a holiday musical with two of my fantastically-talented (of course) young nieces, and then became temporarily despondent over my football team's subjecting itself to the spanking machine (again.)
Returned to my senses and sense of duty, I chose this holiday pitcher for thematic integrity. I created extremely-official paper slips of similar sizes with entrants' names. Before and during the drawings, I mixed the slips, and they were selected blindly by a disinterested hand other than my own. So without further blah-blah, in lieu of two sentences I've read, and with many thanks to everyone who commented with terrific stories and entered our giveaway, here are our 3 lucky winners!
Angela,
Mindy, and
Mason Canyon
However, festivities aside, this is still Two Sentence Tuesday, and here are two eggs still warm from the hen, as it were:
"What if I told you what plagued Rolando wasn't shame or grief, not even insomnia, depression, or any of the other diagnose-ables?" Denver leaned in, eyes alight like a man about to deliver a can't-lose tip at the track.
I now feel safe in declaring-- which should worry me--that I've been subjecting myself to a kind of punishment which also leaves the backend sore: I'm writing a 2500-word chapter a day during this month to get finally off my plate and mind the 85,000-word first draft of a novel concept I've been toying with for what seems like forever.
If November's a dumb month to try to complete 50K (and it is, and I love the process of failing at it most years I participate), then December has to be an even worse month for generating even more words. So far, I'm even achieving it! As I'm also planning a visit to old-home Chicago and Michigan in January, brain-dead backwardness is apparently a compulsion. Please don't forward links to therapists and self-help books until after February though.
We'd love to share the gift of two sentences you're read and/or written over the last week, so add them to the comments or let us know where to link!
UPDATE: Leah J. Utas, one of our previous giveaway winners, has begun the dance of delight with her prize, and also has, um, fire in the belly. Or something.
Mason Canyon, one of our current winners, has two sentences she's written and read in the comments. Be sure to check out her blog, though, because the sentences remind you of something you won't want to miss!
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11 comments:
Clare2e, good for you for your daily December clip. That's a whack of a lot of writing.
You've piqued my curiosity re: Rolando, and I love the "eyes alight" description.
I have a Tuesday offering at my blog.
Congrats to Angela, Mindy, and Mason! I know you'll enjoy your prize.
And Laura, good sentences! I'll keep my fingers crossed that they keep pouring out.
Congratulations to all the winners.
First, let me say THANK YOU to the Women of Mystery for hosting the recent contest and I'm delighted to win.
Second, since I'm new to visiting this site (which I'm enjoying very much), I'm not that familiar with "Two Sentence Tuesday." Not being sure how it works here's two sentences I read this week "The voices out in the cafe seemed to falter. There were hurried footsteps and the door swung open." - from Eggs Benedict Arnold by Laura Childs.
Here's two sentences I wrote that can be found on my blog http://www.masoncanyon.blogspot.com/
From time to time we all need reminders, or at least I do. I have to be reminded where I put the remote, where my keys are, what I did with the paperwork I had yesterday, and I could go on and on.
P.S. I love the mug you used for the drawing.
Well, I'm nowhere as ambitious as you are, Clare, but I have been making fair headway in my 1,000 words a day goal. Here are some from last week:
“A feed factory? You want to check out a feed factory?” Toby’s incredulous tone had Ethan’s heart sinking. “You really do like a challenge, don’t you.”
(Can you reasonably expect a drug dog to sniff out narcotics in a factory where various animal foods are produced? I don't know, but it's going to happen. As an aside, I grew up in New York, and it wasn't until I moved to St. Louis that I realized there were such things as "Hog Chow" and "Horse Chow." Silly me.)
Mason, I can so totally relate to your sentences! I swear I'd forget where I put my head if it weren't attached to my body.
Since you give so much away, turnabout's fair play, Mason!
Laura- Yes, I think they can. I attended a presentation with a search and rescue trainer who'd also worked with narcotics and bomb sniffers. The pooches have incredibly discriminating snoots, though what you have is a good scenario that someone might attempt as a masking tactic.
Congrats to Angela, Mindy, and Mason! Enjoy your copy of THE GIFT OF MURDER. Thanks, Clare, for handling the giveaway.
Great sentences, today, folks. Clare, I love your “can’t-lose tip” simile. I hope you have a comfy cushion for your tush while you keep your “butt in chair” while writing all those words! You go, girl! And you, too, Laura -- what a fabulous pace (and your lines sound like an interesting challenge). Leah - your words are chilling! Mason - I hope you join us again for Two Sentence Tuesday. We can all relate to your sentences; you’re preaching to the choir here!
I’ve been doing research about the migrant labor camps in Suffolk County in the 1950s. I recently read the “Rural Migration News” online, which cited a Newsday report:
“Some migrants made $70 to $90 for a six-day week, but a survey showed that the average weekly wage in 1959 was $26. The migrants paid labor camps $12 a week and 50 cents a meal or $12.50 a week for room and board.”
My two sentences:
Sampson, a migrant worker born in Mount Olive, North Carolina, is sought, located and arrested almost four years after this hearsay becomes known to a law enforcement agency; apparently, the wheels of justice turned slowly in the late 1950s. If Sampson knew he was a wanted man, why would he keep his DMV records up-to-date and remain gainfully employed, using his real name?
I need to do a lot of writing in December, but I've got to get through with these pesky tests first.
Clare, you didn't fail at NaNoWriMo! 50k words isn't important. If you wrote at all, they– and you– succeeded!
Kathy- this is such an underexposed area of NY history- I find it so fascinating.
Charles- tish tosh to tests. Give 'em all A+s and you'll be well on your way to writing only fiction! : )
Leigh-I don't mind having failed to make the 50K- I always learn a lot out of the process of trying, and once, yes once, I won. BWA HA HA HA! But I do appreciate the writerly support- tx!
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