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Weekend Writing Warriors – “Love You, Mom.”

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Welcome to the weekly 8-10 sentence blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors Click on the link for participation guidelines, as well as the official list of participating authors. Thanks for including me in your Sunday reading! In just a couple of weeks, I leave to start my new life teaching English in Poland!
I’m sharing a snippet from an untitled Young Adult WIP, which is formerly Due For Love. Same characters, just a different plot thanks to the advice of an author friend. This snippet takes place at the very beginning of the story, with the heroine, Melissa, waking up talking about the most precious thing to her. Please note that this is a first draft and the snippet is formatted to meet the ten sentence rule.

     I open my eyes, turn over in my bed and stare at a five-by-seven picture on my nightstand of my mother holding me in her arms when I was a year old. My dad used to take us to this park every Sunday, back in the good old days when we were living in my nation’s capital before life brought us to Cincinnati. During the warmer months, he and my mom would bring a blanket and a picnic basket and set up shop on the grass with the backdrop of the Potomac and the Washington skyline. One day, he decided to take a photo of her and I while we were sitting on a blanket.
     Dad says it’s the best photo of us and she’s never smiled so much in any other picture of her.
      It’s the only picture I have of her, and it’s the first thing I see every morning when I wake up no matter where in the world I am, and I never get out of bed without looking it. Her bright youthful smile and the way she caressed me, gives me the strength to face whatever crap life wants to throw at me that day.
     I trail a finger along the glass that protects the picture from dust. “Love you, Mom,” I whisper just I do every morning for the past thirteen years since her life was taken away from me by that drunk driver. I’ll continue the tradition every morning in my new dorm at UCLA when I move there in a few months.

Not a lot of action, but we learn quite a bit about Melissa in ten sentences. For the full blurb about the novel, click here.

Thoughts and feedback are most welcome as they will help with the revision stages. I will share more next week.

Sorry I’ve been away most of the summer. Busy getting ready for the big move, but it’s been a grand summer. I plan to keep participating once I’m across the Atlantic, so don’t fret! Enjoy your Sunday!

Question for my author friends: can anyone recommend some good online writing groups? Ones that help with perfecting writing craft/promotion, cover designs, etc. Feel free to include your recommendations in your comments? And thanks!

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Weekend Writing Warriors/#8Sunday – Rumble at the Table

The is the 8-10 sentence blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Click on the link for the list of participators and rules for participation. What a week it’s been, especially for those of you in the U.K.. I can’t believe Britain is actually leaving the E.U.

More from Never Let Go. Last week we got a glimpse of Melissa and Ashley’s father albeit his reaction to a gift from Ashley’s boyfriend.

In this excerpt, Melissa addresses her concern to her family during dinner about a minivan parked outside the country house, which she noticed in a scene earlier. Her mom explains that it belongs to the owner of a house named Angie, who leaves it there when she’s not present. Melissa, however, doesn’t buy it. She’s the first to speak:

“She has one car, but leaves the other one here…in the middle of the woods? C’mon, am I only one at this table who thinks that’s a little stupid?”

My parents glowered at me with their arms folded across their chests.

“I know what you’re trying to do, young lady,” my dad said disapprovingly, “but it will not work.”

“Oh knock it off Dad, I swear you just love bullyin’ me, don’tcha?!”

“Melissa don’t talk back to your father,” my mother barked.

Ashley rubbed her temples, muttering under her breath.

There was no point fighting with Dad – not in front of Ashley. She had witnessed more of our heated arguments than she would’ve liked to remember.

“I’m goin’ back to my room,” I declared, picking up my plate and washing it in the sink.

 

Things are heating up between Melissa and her dad. She’s also right about the minivan as the mystery behind it is revealed later in the story.

I will be away next week, so you won’t see my name on the list.

Thanks for visiting my blog and taking the time to read this excerpt. Feel free to offer your feedback!

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Weekend Writing Warriors/#8Sunday -Here Comes Mom

This is the 8-10 sentence blog hop, Weekend Writing Warriors, the place to get your Sunday sampling of snippets from a smorgasbord of writers. Click on the link to see who’s participating.

Another snippet from Never Let Go, currently in the editing process. Last week I shared one where Melissa has just been pranked by her younger sister, Ashley, albeit spraying lemonade in her face. In this snippet, we’ll see how Melissa reacts:

            Anger simmered inside me as I finally managed to open one eye.  The lingering juice made my vision kind of blurry, but not enough where I couldn’t see the cocoon of joy wrapped on my sister’s face – the kind after success in tormenting me. “Ha-ha, I gotcha, I gotcha!”  

            “That’s it, you’re dead,” I grabbed a vase from a table, cranked it back as Ashley gasped and shielded herself with her arms.

            “Melissa Lauren McNamara don’t you dare,” my mother’s voice thundered in the air.

             Ashley and I froze as we watched her come down the stairs, my heart dashed from her clogs thumping on the wooden staircase. “Put it down this instant!”

            I set the vase down on the table, giving Ashley the coldest frown I could and wiping the sticky juice off my face and neck before it could drip onto my shirt.

            Ashley cringed with red cheeks under our mother’s disapproving glare. “And as for you…Ashley Joanne Elizabeth, spraying your sister with pop?”

 

Dang, Mom! Why’d you have to spoil the fun? You know a mother means business when she uses your full name. I sometimes wonder how I came up with my characters’ names. There is a reason why Ashley pranks Melissa, and it’s revealed near the end of the story, but I can’t give it away yet. Next week, I’ll share a snippet from a different scene.

As always, your feedback is most appreciated.

 

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