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Jan 13th, 2012 by AJ Best
Editing the Story Forgiveness
Dec 28th, 2011 by AJ Best
It’s time to edit Forgiveness. I’m sure we would all wish we could honestly edit the act of forgiveness and make things as they were before the forgiveness is needed. Not only am I glad that that edit key doesn’t work, but also that I’m talking about my short story.
I’ve edited and fleshed out the first two ‘chapterettes’ and need to work the last three. I need to come up with another 900 words to meet my 5000 word goal. When I started working on this project with Kissa Starling a million years ago, I never thought I’d be this far along and actually fleshing things out and listening to the editors at the publishing houses. Don’t get me wrong, I do take criticism well, it’s just that was my first baby and it had been turned down. The first house I sent it to; nada. The second house I sent it to, didn’t understand it. I personally think that they should have read it a little better, it was only 4000 at the time.
But now that I sit back and realize I’m being a big baby, it’s time to submit again. So tomorrow is for working on nothing but the last three ‘chapterettes’ to complete this and send it somewhere. Here’s the tag line if you’re interested.
When the wires of communication in marriage get crossed and tangled, is love enough to bring everything back into balance?
Mary is prepared for the anniversary of a lifetime, but Joe isn’t even on the radar. When her worst fears seem to come into play, will their anniversary plans fail, or will love win out in the end?
Ugh, Just Not Feeling Like Writing #NaNoWriMo
Nov 5th, 2011 by AJ Best
I joined a support group for those of us in NaNoWriMo. It’s been a great help to me. But for some unknown reason my characters didn’t want to talk today. Or maybe I just didn’t want to write. I tend to get into a stress mode if I feel I HAVE to do anything for an extended period, so I decided to play hookie! All I wrote today was:
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“It’s time for your medicine, wake up Kendra,” Sister Mary loomed over the bed blocking the warmth from the sun. Kendra wished she could ignore the Sister and go back to sleep. She wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin again, but Sister Mary didn’t budge.
She grasped the blankets and pulled them up to her chin and rolled slightly onto her left side. The pain woke her and kept the veil of sleep from her eyes. “I’m awake now,” a yawn escaped her without warning.
“You’re worse than a kid when it comes to waking up. Come on, I can see you’re in pain. Breakfast’s ready.” Sister Mary did her best to hide the smile and the laughter that bubbled from her throat.
Unedited Excerpt From Chapter 4 #NaNoWriMo
Nov 4th, 2011 by AJ Best
Creature of the night. Great now Kendra was certain to never see him again. He was positive that Sister Mary would tell her all of his flaws and the nature of them. Now there was no way that he was going to be able to make good on his promise to revenge the wrongs that had befallen her.
“Damn it!” His fingers tightened into balls, his already pale complexion to lighten even further. The set of his jaw caused his cheeks to sink in slightly. In over four hundred years he had not been this angry, had not wanted to kill so completely so savagely.
He’d known this woman mere hours and she was driving him to do things he had vowed to never do again. It was this vow that allowed him the ability to request asylum for Kendra, and now he was willing to undo all he had fought for, all that he currently knew. All for her. Forever for her.
Unedited Excerpt from Chapter 3 – Blue Rose Night #NaNoWriMo
Nov 3rd, 2011 by AJ Best
Listen little one, he is vampire.
She must be loosing it, hearing voices telling her about vampires.
Ask the nun, ask Sister Mary Akeldama, she will explain. Having no other recourse Kendra waited until they reached the abbey. The room, sparsely furnished, gave the feeling of peace and comfort.
“Sister Mary Akeldama, I was wondering…”
“I had not given my name child, did Geo tell you?”
Kendra stiffened unsure how to tell this woman that a voice had told her. Would she then kick her out and not help her? Biting the bullet isn’t always easy, but she had no other choice. “I heard a voice who told me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s how I know.”
“When did you start hearing this voice?” Sister Mary’s gaze swept from her feet to her head. Though what she was looking for, Kendra would never be sure.
“Just outside on the steps.”
“Perhaps it is the voice of God then. Please call me Sister Mary, my name can at times become quite a mouthful.” Another smile lit Kendra’s face, another unexpected detour from the pain inside and out.
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