Weekend Writing Warriors: 22 Sept

By Monica | Filed in Writing
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Weekend Writing Warriors

Yay for three weeks in a row for Weekend Writing Warriors! I might manage to once more make this a regular thing. The last few months have been a little crazy, so hopefully I can be a little more consistent.

Weekend Writing Warriors has some terrific writers participating. To read some of their posts for this weekend, or if you’d like to participate in this weekly adventure, click the link or the logo.

I have the next snippet from my WIP. Currently titled STOPPING BULLETS, it’s the story of a young woman, Justine, with a talent for stopping bullets and moving other things with her mind. She lives a secretive life to avoid becoming a lab rat somewhere. But her secret isn’t going to remain a secret much longer.

To update: last week, Quinn had just arrived at the diner where Justine is working, and she tries to act normal while Quinn has an equally difficult time meeting her eyes. The events of the night before are on both their minds! Except the “night before” is not what you might be thinking… (For the full story so far, start with the Six Sentence Sunday posts! The first one is here.)

We ended the last snippet with Justine asking Quinn, “Anything else?” followed by Quinn’s “Uh, yes, actually.”

And here are the next eight:

I grabbed my order pad with relief; I could handle taking an order. It dawned on me that I wasn’t supposed to know anything about last night. “Something wrong with your arm?”
 
Quinn stared. When he didn’t add anything more, my heart rate kicked up a notch. “How are you?”
 
A beat passed before I could answer, “Fine.” Just peachy.
 
 Work in progress here, but I’d love to know what you think!

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Weekend Writing Warriors: 15 Sept

By Monica | Filed in Writing
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Weekend Writing Warriors

Yay! I made it two weeks in a row for Weekend Writing Warriors! If you want to know more about this weekend adventure, click the link or the logo to read about it and get your link listed.

I have the next snippet from my WIP. Currently titled STOPPING BULLETS, it’s the story of a young woman, Justine, with a talent for stopping bullets and moving other things with her mind. She lives a secretive life to avoid becoming a lab rat somewhere. But her secret isn’t going to remain a secret much longer.

To update: last week, Justine had been trying to keep her mind off the exposure of her secret to Quinn when he walked through the door of the diner, and she did her best to act normal. Her fellow waitress saw through her facade, though. (For the full story so far, start with the Six Sentence Sunday posts! The first one is here.)

We ended the last snippet with Justine asking herself, “Boy, did she have the wrong idea.”

And here are the next eight (if something reads a bit awkwardly, there was a bit of fudging to get this bit to eight!) :

Quinn walked straight to the counter, looked at me, then at his coffee. Finally, he took a seat. “Hi,” he said as he tried to look at me again, but his eyes darted back to the coffee. “Uh, thanks.” He took a sip, then unbuttoned his coat with one hand.
 
I avoided looking at his arm and ignored guilt that rose in me. “Anything else?”
 
“Uh, yes, actually.”

 Work in progress here, but I’d love to know what you think!

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Weekend Writing Warriors: 8 Sept

By Monica | Filed in Writing
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Still making the weekly blog hop Weekend Writing Warriors a biweekly event here, but at least I’m consistent! If you want to know more about it, click the link or the logo to read about it and get your link listed.

I have the next snippet from my WIP. Currently titled STOPPING BULLETS, it’s the story of a young woman, Justine, with a talent for stopping bullets and moving other things with her mind. She lives a secretive life to avoid becoming a lab rat somewhere. But her secret isn’t going to remain a secret much longer.

To update: two weeks ago, Justine was berating herself for thinking more of herself than Quinn’s injuries. But she gets over that quickly. After all, her anonymity is more important. (For the full story so far, start with the Six Sentence Sunday posts! The first one is here.)

We ended the last snippet with Justine asking herself, “So, why didn’t you run when you saw Quinn?”

And here are the next eight:

The front door opened to save me from answering my traitorous brain and swept in chilled air. And Quinn. For a moment, I held the coffee pot in midair as my own chill passed through me.
 
I shook it off and poured Quinn the cup he always asked for. I tried for a smile, but my face felt like it would break. My eyes darted to Maria, refilling a customer’s coffee. By the smirk on her face, she hadn’t missed Quinn’s entrance, even though her eyes were on the cup she was pouring. Boy, did she have the wrong idea.

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Weekend Writing Warriors: 25 Aug

By Monica | Filed in Writing
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I seem to be making this a biweekly thing here, even though Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly blog-hop-thingy! If you want to know more about it, click the link or the logo to read about it and get your link listed.

I have another snippet from my WIP, currently called STOPPING BULLETS, the story of a young woman, Justine, with a talent for stopping bullets and moving other things with her mind. She lives a secretive life to avoid becoming a lab rat somewhere. But her secret isn’t going to remain a secret much longer.

To update: two weeks ago, Justine was wondering what it would be like to live like everyone else, having friends, family, not always on the move. (For the full story so far, see my past Six Sentence Sunday posts! The first one is here.)

I’m breaking my (personal) rule and  jumping ahead a paragraph or so, just to get to where things are happening. My thinking is if the snippet doesn’t seem interesting enough, then some snipping may be in order.

We ended the last snippet with “Maybe when I got to know someone, I wouldn’t have to relocate.” Well, here’s the next eight (a paragraph later)!

 

A flash of last night came to me, and guilt twisted my stomach. Quinn had been shot. But I’d been engrossed in how he’d recognized me without a thought to how he was doing. Although, he had been more about who I was, not asking for an ambulance.

Okay, not so much in the guilt department. I’d done what I’d had to do. I’d stayed hidden for too long to throw it away now.

So, why didn’t you run when you saw Quinn?

 

Work in progress here, but I’d love to know what you think!

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Review: White Night, Jim Butcher

By Monica | Filed in Review

White Night
White Night by Jim Butcher

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Ok, I’ll admit it. I love Harry Dresden. Shocker, right?

Mr. Butcher, you’ve got yourself a die-hard fan here. Your characters rock. Your battles leave me breathless. And the world you created is fascinating — though I wouldn’t want to live there! Just one request: Can you let Harry sleep a little more?

HERE BE SPOILERS

Interesting developments with Molly. And Lasciel. I wonder if this is the last we’ll see of her. And when we thought they’d saved the women and gotten the bad guy, there was more to do! But the plan for taking down the White Court, well, they didn’t reveal much beforehand, but I figured it would be as nuts as Murphy thought. Hah! It may have been worse than her imagination could conjure up.

Harry’s pretense of being Thomas’s boyfriend to get out of the apartment was priceless. He’ll regret that one.

During the big battle scene, I kept waiting for Murphy to show up. I knew she had to, since Harry specifically asked if she was “in.” I couldn’t wait to see how she’d come riding in on her motorcycle or something — it was so worth the wait! Marcone and his mercenaries added an interesting element to their exit strategy — kind of emphasized how desperate they were. And speaking of exits, nice one, Harry! I’m sure there was no other way but to kiss her, huh?

This was hilarious:
“Welcome, sir,” the redhead said. “May I take your coat and…and stick?”
“That’s the closest I’ve come to being propositioned in years.”

Poor Harry! And right in front of Murphy. Ouch.

and this:

“I was going for cool and strong, but my voice came out sounding angry and not overly burdened with sanity.”

Murphy and Dresden continue their strictly “friends” policy. I’m hoping for a change in that. Thomas sure thinks they should. They really have grown on me.

Perhaps the only thing I missed from this one was there was a bit less in the Bob department. But the next story, which I’ve already started, is making up for it.

“Damn, there ain’t nothing like a good entrance.”

And an entrance that was. Awe. some.

 

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