tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post5120076872387185893..comments2009-11-25T18:21:19.744-05:00Laura K. Curtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08444534759113332744laura.kramarsky@womenofmystery.netBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-76064415881816367522009-11-25T18:21:19.744-05:002009-11-25T18:21:19.744-05:00Love your sentences, Clare!<br /><br />I have my copy of Gift of Murder...but like Laura, I haven&#39;t gotten to it yet!Kathleen A. Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809993168019150186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-33910774206263685132009-11-24T23:44:36.230-05:002009-11-24T23:44:36.230-05:00Only been writing nonfic this week. Boring! Good stuff here, though.Charles Gramlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-8286488217145199402009-11-24T14:08:25.713-05:002009-11-24T14:08:25.713-05:00Thanks Clare...now I know what that smell is that I can&#39;t get out of my hair :) Great description.Rebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05318594769530526005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-10348666328756152242009-11-24T12:50:55.468-05:002009-11-24T12:50:55.468-05:00Laura- I want that big smacking kiss!<br /><br />David- We&#39;d love to have you! The water&#39;s fine.Clare2ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105229820107294986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-71078178240809339612009-11-24T11:28:37.796-05:002009-11-24T11:28:37.796-05:00&quot;Authenticity was a dark, viscous pool you slipped in. It was the smell you couldn&#39;t wash out of your hair.&quot;<br /><br />Excellent!<br /><br />(Next week I will get something together for a TwoFer.)David Cranmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749857752139212888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-12626820885542093352009-11-24T10:23:24.637-05:002009-11-24T10:23:24.637-05:00Oh, right, and for my sentences (I&#39;d give you two I read, but I am not home and don&#39;t have access to them!) here you go:<br /><br />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.Laura K. Curtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08444534759113332744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-78898100871068744502009-11-24T10:21:47.708-05:002009-11-24T10:21:47.708-05:00Love your sentences, Clare! And, of course, I am planning on delving into the anthology as soon as I have five free minutes...Laura K. Curtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08444534759113332744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123252981343255.post-58730730812921165082009-11-24T09:03:29.414-05:002009-11-24T09:03:29.414-05:00You&#39;ve piqued my interest about the anthology.<br />Now, your sentences, Clare, make me cringe at the thought of authenticity. I can feel it. Well done.<br />Got two up at my place.Leah J. Utashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08497599109798015888noreply@blogger.com