Tuesday Twosome

The holidays were a busy time, and I truly enjoyed them, but the fun didn’t keep me from my reading. Among the many books I read were the latest ones from Janet Evanovich and Michael Connelly. You can’t beat Stephanie Plum and Harry Bosch for a good time.

I also did some writing, though I freely admit not as much as I should have. I’m trying to get the first book in a trilogy about three young witches who live in the mountains of North Georgia, and it has been very slow at times. I’m thrilled when I finish the day with words on paper (well, on screen, anyway).

BourbonI read Haunted on Bourbon Street to keep my mindset on ghosts and other scary creatures. Deanna Chase filled this little book with lots of supernatural activity along with good humor and romance.

Here are two sentences from Haunted on Bourbon Street:

Then, in a gut-wrenching slash, Roy’s energy severed my connection to Kane. Struggling, I sent my own energy out in a panic, desperately trying to hold on to Kane’s strength, but nothing worked.

And here are two sentences from my work this week:

“You thought you’d stay tonight?” Jake said angrily. “No way.”

Brenna laughed, “I’ve been reading about tigers, shifter, and I understand they like a little snarling and scratching before they have sex. I’m up for that.”

Maybe you didn’t even get two sentences in the past two weeks, but it’s a new year and a clean slate. Time to get back to writing.

6 thoughts on “Tuesday Twosome

  1. Thanks, Leigh, I needed that. “It was a dark and stormy night,” no, I’m actually getting ready for SinC’s open mike night. I will focus on my WIP with a more critical eye. Thanks for the books, I love Evanovich and have never read Connelly but plan to. Trying to hang onto my writing style as I craft this new novel, so I’m limiting my reading. That’s holding me back in a way.

    “Her heart ached from loneliness as she stared at him. He gazed into the distance as if she weren’t there. Ignored, that’s what she was, yet she knew he loved her.”

  2. Good sentences. I loved open mike night. The stories are so varied and interesting. It’s so much fun to hear what everybody’s working on at the moment. I almost wish we’d get an update on what was read the next year.

    • Leigh, I thought I knew everyone much better after I heard their stories. All of us had distinct and different voices. Fascinating. I will miss you.

  3. I’ll miss hearing from you, too, Leigh! The two sentences we see every week don’t give nearly as much flavor as hearing you read. That said, let’s see, in the past week I wrote a lot of words.

    Here are a few from my week:

    When they got home, Evie told Patricia she’d be down in an hour to help with dinner then climbed the stairs to her apartment. She felt bruised and beaten, all the tension of the day manifesting itself in sore muscles and a screaming headache. She needed to close her eyes, to lie down in quiet darkness and forget about nosy neighbors, irresponsible fathers, dead mothers, and all the babies she’d never have.

  4. Leigh, Dot and Laura, those are sentences that make you want to read more.

    I’m reading “No Ordinary Life,” Doris Kearns Goodwin’s wonderful book about the Roosevelts during the war years. Here’s a rather lovely and uncharacteristic moment between Eleanor and Franklin:

    “‘To the person who makes it possible for the President to carry on,’ Roosvelt said, as he gestured gently toward Eleanor, an affectionate smile on his face.”

    These from the WIP:

    While they were talking, she had to force herself to meet his eyes. She was thinking about the night before, acknowledging to herself that the feelings she’d had were still there, like the lump you felt when you went to bed and hoped would be gone in the morning.

  5. I miss Leigh, too! Way to remind me-waaaah. Well, even though I have a silly romance in the works, it has nothing as spicy (yet) as snarling and scratching foreplay–oh, my.

    Here are two sentences from C.S. Lewis’ preface to THAT HIDEOUS STRENGTH, the 3rd in his “Space Trilogy”: I have called this a fairy tale in the hope that no one who dislikes fantasy may be misled by the first two chapters into reading further, and then complain of his disappointment. If you ask why–intending to write about magicians, devils, pantomime animals and planetary angels–I nevertheless begin with such humdrum scenes and persons, I reply that I am following the traditional fairy tale.

    The last 2 sentences I wrote: “You’ve let him destroy half my life,” she said, “but left me with enough that I won’t misbehave. Now, where do you think Robert’s taken my son?”

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