Writing A-Z Letters K & L

Hi Y’all. I got behind last week on my blogging with family and so much outside work to do.  Hubby and I are trying to get this jungle of garden and my rose garden back under control for the weeds. I will let you know if we win or not LOL.

I missed last weeks post on the letter K so this week I am doing  K and L, which is kinda good since two of the words fit together quite well.

For K I have kind and the derivatives, kindly and kindness. I like a character that is kind and has a good heart or a broken hero that is lost and needs  a boost to the seat of his pants to get back to that point.  He may not have anything kid to say to anyone like a crotchety old man LOL.

Kids can be an important part of a story in so many ways. They can be catalysts for  a characters behavior, a plot if one is missing or ill or if a character wants one or not in their lives.

Then there is Kiss ( not the  old rock band) but a kiss. A romance isn’t a romance without Kissing, which brings me to L

Love is the first word that springs to mind and one of the most important in romance.

Libation is a cool L word . This can be used in paranormal romance as an act of pouring out a liquid to a God or Deity such as a sacrifice. This is great for paranormal stories. For regular romance it works as well. It can refer to consuming alcohol and would work in both contemporary and historical fiction.

Lark. A lark is a bird. But it can also mean on a whim.

Late. Nt good if you are on a deadline!

Last but not Least ( see that…a twofor!) life. A good story needs to resemble life in some form. even though it is fiction it needs to make sense. Life is important to characters. what they do for a living, how they live, where they live, what they live for. All of this makes a story.

I hope you enjoyed the double post.  Is there any K or L words you like? What do you do when Life gets you down?

 

This-n-That Thursday~#throwbackthursday~~#springcleaning

Hi, Y’all. Spring is finally in full bloom. We are still having a touch of cool weather and some rain here. Schools are getting out, and it’s time to start spring cleaning if you haven’t already.  What is Spring cleaning? It is when we are tired of being cooped up in the house. Tired of the clutter and time to put away the warmer stuff like blankets and heaters and pull out our summer clothes, mend what needs mending, have yard sales to get rid of some old our old stuff and get new if needed.

I remember when I  was younger and mom would gear up for spring cleaning. She would gather cleaning supplies like Murphy’s oil soap and pine sol. She would tackle one room at a time taking everything out; she started with the floor. We had the old hardwood ones you had to polish. She would do the stripping and rewax the floors, wash walls and base boards, dust for cobwebs; our furniture was the wooden stuff with big cushions so she would polish it and put it all back.  She would take all the plastic off the windows we used for winter and washed all the windows remove nails so she could open them to let in cool air( we didn’t have an air conditioner back then. I am not sure how we survived.  The house smelled like fresh air, rain, and pine.

Next, she tackled each bedroom doing the same cleaning floors changing the bedding to cooler lighter ones putting away the quilts and flannel sheets. She even washed our stuffed animals, had us go through all our toys any we out-grew, didn’t want or was broken got tossed, given to a cousin or put in the yard sale, the same with our old clothes.

She would scrub the bathroom like the living room washing baseboards, opening the window washing all the curtains. Last was the kitchen. She took everything out of the cupboards washed it all down, walls included and the bug man would come in and spray before she put everything back away.  She would gather all the stuff she had boxed from each room and dad would have done the shed by now, and Mom and her friend would have the rummage sale.  She would give my sister and me a dollar each for our donations and let us go to the neighborhood store around the corner. We would get a big bag of candy each since back then; they had penny nickel and dime selections. We would get soda for a quarter and a bottle as well, maybe chips for a ten cents. We were in heaven. It wasn’t like now when the grand-kids call up and ask “can I get a few 20’s to take on my field trip Monday?” (true story). “Or I beat my game can I get a new one?” Grandson asks.”How much?” I answer.   “Oh about $60.” He responds like that’s a drop in a bucket. You give them a dollar they are like “What am I supposed to do with this?”

Back to the spring cleaning. These days we may do it a bit different. At the time above my mom didn’t work. Once my brother was born, she did begin working out of the home, and here spring cleaning was spread out on the weekends not done in one week.  Nowadays most of us do work, so we have to find the time to fit in this task.  That is why I thought I would do series over a few posts on Spring Cleaning.

Next week I have a guest post that is sharing some tips and tricks and even has a few printables.  Then Next month I  plan to share some of my before and after pictures, some will be in the house, some will be gardening since I am cleaning my yard as well.

Do you do spring cleaning? Have a yard sale?  Do you have any memories of your mom and spring cleaning?

Remember~~If you can dream it~~You can do it!

Snippet Sunday

Snippet Sunday Hi, Y’all! Are ya ready for another snippet? I am still working on Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats. It is exceeding the 50k mark. I had a twist pop up that adds a lot of drama and brings us into TJ’s past. I have skipped down, and this is Chapter 20. In TJ’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats ( Copywrite 2015)

“Sorry coach. Annie isn’t answering her phone. I have a strange feeling in my stomach something is wrong.”

“I am sure everything is ok. I need you in your right mind. I will give Caleb a call while you guys warm up. He can try to get hold of her, and when he does, I will let you know.”

“Thanks, Coach.” He is a good man. I am lucky to have him as a coach. And friend.

“Ok guys.  We are past mid-season. We started out full force then you all got a little too self-assured and cocky. Once we had a loss, you all got too defeated. This is a game, but it’s also some of your futures.  We need to get out there and show these guys we are a force to be reckoned with. Simon you have been on fire until a week or so ago. Whatever is bothering you talk to me or work it out? Tonight I want to see that old Simon. The one that shocks everyone that is watching.  TJ you need to get your head out of the clouds and remember this is a team. All of you. If you are not playing for your own futures, paly for the team. Now let’s pray.”

We all form our circle placing our hands on top of each others on a bat. The coach says a quick prayer.

“Ok, guys warm up. TJ I will make that call.”

I watch Coach Rick make his call. It is too quick for my liking. His phone must have rung almost immediately. He answers, nods his head slips it back in his pocket.

The game starts. I can’t focus. Finally, it’s our bat. I notice the coach is avoiding me. That can’t be good.

In the bullpen, Simon corners me.

“Hey what is up with you. I’ve never seen you drop the ball so much.”

“Annie didn’t answer her phone  when I called.”

“Maybe she left it in the kitchen or she was on the road driving back from Vicki’s.”

“Possible. She has never missed calling me or answering my call before a game. I feel like something isn’t right.

Music starts up signaling we are up. I notice coach on the phone again, and then hurriedly grabbing his assistant coach, Harrison Johnson.

“Hey TJ. I need to you come with me to the locker room, please.” The look on his face confirms my suspicions.  Something bad has happened.

Well, what do you think? Does it make you want more? 

If you like snippets here are some excellent ones.

V.L Locey is posting from her WIP;  a MM hockey romance so skate on over there for some hot sexy fun ( I love Victor!) http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/

Ellie Mack is posting from her Valkyries Curse if you like Vikings and lots of action  head over there for a peek.https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com/

Snippet Sunday~~#Winner Winner!

Snippet Sunday

Hi, Ya’ll. Can you believe it’s December?  Good news. Despite the crazy month last month.  I am a Winner!

NaNo-2015-Winner-Badge-Large-Square

I  made my NaNoWriMo count, but its was a race to the finish line.  Even better news is I am not quite finished with the story. I think I need at least four more chapters and maybe an epilogue since other characters deserve a story.

Writing sex scenes are out of my comfort zone. My Paranormals are about a two-flame story. I amped this up to four though during edits I may damper the heat some. This week I decided to share one of them with you. Annie has decided to take the next step with TJ and see where the relationship goes.They go out on a special date that began with her watching him coach his little league team of boys from the homeless shelter. She sees what a wonderful man he is despite his young age.( If you missed that scene I posted part of it last week. It is hilarious and one of my favorite from the book.)

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats (Copyright 2015)

We barely get in the door when I find myself trapped between the wall and a hard body. He ascends on my mouth our tongues tangoing I try to push him away so we can head to the bed, but my arms are pinned to my side.  He edges one knee between my legs parting them slightly putting us at an angle where his length is rubbing against my hip.

 He breaks contact heaving. “Oh hell, I am about to—well-” his olive skin is flushed, lips thick and puffy, brown eyes as dark as coffee. I take this opportunity to take back control and ease him back to the bed, pushing him to the edge.

“You ready to unwrap your present?” I slid his hands to my back. It takes him a moment, but he finally finds the small zipper that keeps the girls trapped in. He slowly tugs it down; eyes trailed to my breasts.  He slowly glides the straps off. He sucks in a deep breath as the white silky demi-bra barely conceals the girls is exposed.

“Holy hell. You are so beautiful” he buries his face in my cleavage. I feel warmth even through the thin fabric as he sucks my nipple through the material. He has a cloth fetish I think. First keeping my panties that first night, now laving over my new bra.  Suddenly I find myself tossed over on the bed with a sweltering TJ over me. He tugs off the dress takes and places it on the chair by the window. He stands to stare at me. I feel a little self-conscious as he begins caressing me with hands and tongue.

“Hey aren’t you a little over-dressed. I want to get my hands on some skin too.”

“I have a little problem.”

“It’s not as little as you think it is.”

I hope you enjoyed this snippet. I would love your thoughts on the sex scene. Is it too explicit? Not enough? What would you like to see more or less of?

If you would like to read more of BaseBall Bats and Cowboy Hats and missed the first three snippets ”

 snippet 1 

snippet 2

Snippet 3

 

For more great snippets check out my friend V.L Locey

And my friend Ellie Mack

 

Snippet Sunday~~ NaNo falling Behind

Snippet Sunday

Hi, Y’all this hasn’t been the best week. I have been gettign sicker instead of better. and had to go back to the Dr again. Yes the fluid is still trapped  in my sinuses( noKidding perhaps that’s why I have the headache from hell for two months?) More antibiotic and nothing to relieve the headaches not much he can give me that don’t affect my seizures or stomach.  To top it all off being in the Dr office and crowded sotre afterwards cased me to catch  a cold right in my chest.  It’s hard enough to type with a headache but do it propped on pillows in bed with  chest on fire. But I ma managing a few words a day.

 

I write in  first-person split views.  I tried hard this time for third but the first chapter was so flat i had to redo it.  If you missed it last week you can find it here.

Remember this is a very raw rough draft.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2015

TJ

This week  is TJ’s  a small portion of TJ’s take he was very fidgety.

The ride from Iowa City seemed to take forever. It’s not the first time I have stayed in a host house. Last year we had a married couple that had kids at home. That was quite an experience. The kids at last year’s host house were active, loud and followed me around all the time when I was there.

I grew up mostly alone. My older brother was killed when I was eight. He was 4 almost 5 years older than me. He was hardly ever at home hanging around my uncle Tito. I try to not think of that day when we got the news about Manny and Dad. It still saddens and angers me in so many ways.

When I was offered to stay here if I would donate a couple hours a day to some farm chores I jumped at the chance. When I found out our host had a couple horses, I was ecstatic. Not only do I get to play baseball in a prospect league with a chance of draft I finally get to work on a real farm.

Having some of the other team mates around will be different but nice as well. Especially when I found out my best friend and current roommate, Simon Beckner was staying here as well.

Simon comes from money so he volunteered to drive his SUV. This way we have transportation to practice and town if we need it. He is excited as I am about staying here and getting to work with the animals. He wants to be a vet, though I don’t know how he plans to do that and play ball.

I hate this music he listens to. I think e only owns 6 songs on his IPod since the same six have been playing for hours. I can’t call it rap since it has singing and it I slower than hip hop.
“And how much longer till we get there? Your music is giving me a headache”

“I have some aspirin in the console if you need some. We are in Edenfield now where the Stadium is I want to map out our route from The Field to Mrs. Thomas’ so we know how to get here and how long it takes.”

“You always do think ahead Simon but I really need to get out of this car.”

“DO you want to get out and look around at the Stadium?

“No I can make a few more minutes.”

“I think it’s more like 20 or 25.” Simon ( says sarcastically)

I love Simon to death but he can be hard to take in large doses. At least at home I can go to my room and ignore him.

“At last we get to be in the same house. You know how meeting new people is for me.”

Simon isn’t small but he is very different and get picked on a lot. He isn’t violent in nature and won’t defend himself. I on the other hand have no problems decking some homophobic butt-head first and asking questions later. That goes for anyone I care about. I won’t lose anyone else without taking action.

“I think we know a couple of the others form our school and team.”

“I think there is only one from our school. Carl Brorby.”

“I know Carl he is pretty cool. But isn’t he really wanting to play professional baseball? Why would he want to work on a farm?

“Yeah. He is majoring in business. I think he can works with his brother some in construction. Some of us will help with the animals some with minor repairs.”

 

“I see. I guess I figured we were all going to be used as ranch hands.”

Can I change the music since we are almost there?”

“I guess I can listen to a few minutes of some country cowboy whining about  losing their girl, house truck and dog.”

I playfully punch him, then search for a good station.  I figured being near the country it would be easier but most were Simon’s kind of music, some rock and I finally found one with older country music.

 

We left the main road and the sight was stunning. Lots of grassy pastures with cows, or goats grazing, some trees, fields with wheat and corn coming up and windmills. I love windmills.

After a few miles on this off road we turned onto a gravel road.  I could see in the distance a large yellow house with white trim, a natural wood barn. The closer we got I saw a small herd of goats.

We pulled up and Simon got out to greet out host while I gather my phone and Walkman placing them in my pockets.

I looked up to see the most beautiful woman standing with Coach Rick that I have ever seen. Where is her husband? Wouldn’t he want to meet us to show us our chores?  Maybe he works somewhere else. I see Coach Rick glaring at me so I tuck the Walkman into my shirt pocket and head out to meet my host.

I hopped out of the vehicle and jogged up to Coach and the hostess. Why the heck did Simon park so far from the house. Then I saw the others tossing ball and figured he didn’t want to t chance a ball through his window or a dent. The way we pitch a ball can do some damage.

Excitement overtook me as I took her small fragile looking hand in mine.  I had a strong urge to pull her into my arms and kiss away that nervous look. I only met her moments ago and deep down I want to protect her.  Hot dam no ring! How on earth could a women this gorgeous be single? I guess she could have a boyfriend but all is fair in love and war.

“TJ go join the others while we finish out business.”

He doesn’t look very happy with me. He turns his head back and begins talking with Annie.  A sweet name for a lovely woman. The way the coach is looking at her and talking so gentle I wonder if he has a thing for her?

My friend Vicki  Locey is also writing an intiguing MM romance for NaNo too. If you would like a sneak peak at hers check it out here.

http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/

 

 

 

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