Taking a day off to think about tomorrow’s post and maybe, just maybe, go to the beach.
Happy times to Amber Skyze! Not my announcement to make. Love you!
Oh…I think there will be a review (Sunday) of Incorporeal at The TBR Pile. I’m kinda scared. Hope it’s good.
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Thanks! I’ll keep all of the above in mind!
So, on to Blue Jeans and Stilettos! A baby bird has flown the nest. I first met Jordyn Meryl, author of When Dreams Change, when I judged her work in a writing contest. Honest to god, I don’t know the outcome of the contest, I was more interested in the entries I judged. Jordyn’s submission stood out. It really stuck to me - not because I found her story ready for publication, it wasn’t quite ready yet, but because she’s a dang good storyteller.
If I remember correctly, I judged six entries. Of the six, five were pretty close to perfect - perfect spelling, punctuation and grammar. Each theme was the perfect theme of the moment, and yet none of those close to perfect five held my interest. Jordyn’s simple jewel of a story about a widowed teacher, hurting and alone, dipping her lukewarm feet back into the dating pool and meeting somebody completely unexpected, captured my interest and stole my heart. I was so enamored of her little romance that I emailed her.
I am so proud of Jordyn and her friends. They took their own path with Blue Jeans and Stilettos! Good for them! I’m still in the middle of reading. Maybe a review next week!
You can follow Jordyn and her partners over at Writers of the Lake.
This is my computer. My battery is fried so I have to sit in one place instead of moving around as I usually do. Annoying with a capital ‘A’ like apple.
I need a new battery. I went to Staples, where purchased the laptop less than a year ago, to buy a battery. They don’t sell them. The techie guy explained how to order a battery online through hp. Yeah…right. As if. They don’t have my battery in their online store, so I was forced to dial the 800 number. I’m pretty sure my call was routed to someone living on Mars, possibly on one of the moons of Saturn.
Me: Hi, I need to order a battery for my laptop.
Her: Unintelligible.
Me: Excuse me, I can’t hear you very well. I need to order a battery for my laptop.
Her: Unintelligible…computer…kind…unintelligible...gurgle.
Me: (extrapolating) It’s an hp Pavillion dm3-1130us Entertainment Notebook.
Her: Unintelligible…account…PIN…garble…garble.
Me: (Can you hear my eyes rolling?) I don’t have an account or a PIN number. I registered the computer when I got it, but I’ve never had an account with hp.
Her: What kind…unintelligible…unintelligible.
Me: (yelling) An hp Pavillion dm3-1130us Entertainment Notebook.
Her: gurgle…garble…address…unintelligible.
Me: 816 Mt. Vernon Drive.
Her: gurgle…Versa Dip?
Me: No, 816 Mt. Vernon Drive.
Her: unintelligible…gurgle…Persa Dive?
Me: (screaming) 816 Mt. Vernon Drive. Eight-One-Six. M like man. O like owl. U like universe. N like no. T like tank. Second word… V like victory. E like eagle. R like run. N like no. O like owl. N like no. Third word… D like duck. R like run. I like Ike. V like victory. E like Eagle.
Her: garble…garble…garble…Tive?
Me: (loud screaming) No! Oh my god, what is wrong with…?
Her: gurgle…unintelligible…Hold ple…gurgle…unintelligible.
Me: Wait! Ack! Squawk! Eeep!
I think I was in danger of having a stroke. Hp, you should be ashamed of yourself! I tried your 800 number first thing this morning and the idiot I spoke with, and I believe her call center was located on Uranus, told me: “You have garble…gurgle…unintelligible…wrong part…unintelligible.”
You forced me to make another trip this morning, this time to Office Depot, where I discovered they don’t sell batteries either. At first they tried to sell me a new laptop with an extended warranty. When that failed, they told me to order the battery from non-hp site - so I did, but that site does not guarantee that the battery I bought will actually fit my computer.
Seriously?
What’s worse is that you, hp, have forced me to write this post instead of my planned fun post on Stilettos and Blue Jeans. Unintelligible…garble…garble…gurgle…
Oh, at Rosalie Lario’s place as part of my virtual tour. Stop by!
Truly, I am a bad girl. I’ve never valued delayed gratification, whether it comes to chocolate or sex. I mean, if I want chocolate, I eat it. If I want sex, I…but there’s no need to be graphic, plus my husband says I’m not allowed to blab about our personal life. And he trusts me to be discreet. LOL!
I speed. I hate waiting at red lights. I’ll turn right and right and right to avoid a stop sign. Traffic jams drive me utterly insane. However, hubby has taught me the value of slow. Kind of like the slow food movement, you know? He’s oddly Zen-ish for an intense, powerful, passionate man. I’m just intense.
He loves my contemporary, Pushing Her Boundaries. Of course he loves it since he lived it, but he loves it for another reason. He says the extremely long, pages long, maybe even an entire chapter long sex scene is so good that he can re-read it over and over again. It’s unlike my usual up against the wall - although a wall is in there too.
The author, the lovely, sensual author Katalina Leon and her work Noblesword, gave me permission to write a long sex scene. I’m serious. Noblesword is brilliant. Kat has written the first pages and pages long sex/sensual scene that works for me. She paints her scenes with the most vivid colors, sights, fragrances, sensations…
Most of the time when I read a long sex scene, I’m bored to tears. The ability to create a lengthy yet engaging sex scene is an art. Although I love writing sex scenes, I feared to attempt anything lengthy. I’d always been advised that sex scenes should be kept short. Kat changed my point of view entirely. Reading Noblesword was an epiphany. If you can make a long encounter between your characters smoulder, excite the reader (and your hubby because men ought to read romance), do it. Do it now!
Just like the act of foreplay, shaping an engrossing sex scene takes time, patience, thought, creativity and mindfulness. If you do it right, you create a warm, living, breathing, powerful, sensual encounter for the characters, one that resonates with readers.
I think I’ll write another one of these days. 
