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Blog: NaNo Day 4, Deleted Scene (Klingon Stomp Entrance)

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[Blog: NaNo Day 4: Deleted Scene (Klingon Stomp Entrance)]

 

Cons of Romance
Words 343 – A Deleted Scene. Just didn’t work for the book, but the scene itself is too cool not to share.

Klingon Stomp

Either side of the entrance to the ballroom were white draped tables covered with knives and swords, colorful plastic and foam toys. The hosts of the Stomp must had wiped out dollar stores for miles around to get this large of an assortment. In front of each table stood a tall Klingon warrior in full gear, arms crossed, appearing menacing as only Klingons can. The music emanating through the doors physically assaulted us, and I gained renewed respect for my fellow cosplayers; had I such duty I would have created an earplug of some sort, wax or …

I would need explore white noise backwash possibilities limited by eighteenth century technologies. An interesting challenge I think Sally will love. I made a mental note to talk to the vixen.

“Weapons?” The right one growled at us.

Both my hands rested lightly on the crook of Brent’s arm. I leaned against him, laying my head against his shoulder, my curls cascading forward just shy of the moving gears on my corset. “No, thank you sir-ah, I have brought my own.”

The Klingon nodded approval then looked at my escort. “Weapons?”

“Umm.” Brent glanced down at me for instruction.

“I think a knife would be lovely.” I suggested, nodding towards the playthings. Gently I drew the con’s Guest of Honor over to the spread. “Ah, this should do nicely.”

Brent seemed bemused as I handed him a curved plastic blade, the cartoonish pirate weapon resplendent in red, gold, black, and the tacky pretend-gray of toy steel. My poor man looked very much like Alice must have after falling down the rabbit hole.

Returning my gloved hands to their proper location on my escort’s arm, I asked “Shall we dance?”

“Sounds wonderful Miss Timepiece.” His relieved answer indicated his uncertainty about arming guests entering a party did not extend to his feelings about spending time with me. Tucking the blade into his belt so he could place his left hand over mine, he clasped me firmly to his person as we both entered the Klingon Stomp.

Blog: NaNo Day 2, They Meet

Book Cover for Cons of Romance

Words 65 from NaNo: They Meet

“ConBottony?” The polite combination of confusion and certainty – after all, T-shirt with the word stretched over my C-cups – tinged the pleasant baritone voice and melted my insides for a second.

“Mr. Aleman?” I responded.

He sighed with relief, sticking out his right hand, his left carrying a military duffle bag. “Please call me Brent.”

Oh, he is so not going to fit in my car.

Blog: NaNo, First Day, First Hook

Book Cover for Cons of Romance

Holding cover by Erin Penn

First 118 words from NaNo – let me know what you think about the “hook”:

“I so totally owe you one. Parker is still hugging the porcelain god, I think searching for his toenails. If you need anything, just ask.”

 “Well, if you are offering…” I signaled for the airport off-ramp, smiling at the windshield so the tease would carry in my voice. “I’d love a table outside the dealer’s room.”

 My hands-free speaker barked with laughter. Score one for me in releasing some of Heather’s stress. With half of her staff suffering from a late-season bout of the stomach-flu, being run ragged didn’t begin to cover her present situation. “Tell you what sweetpie, cross the 1,000 annual sales mark and I absolutely will find a way, even if I have to bump someone.”

 

Blog: The Muse Speaks Up

Meme from Facebook (no associated copyright I know of)

 

“New job?” the muse in my head asks.

 

I wince. The slave driver is back. “Not so new anymore, the shiny has worn off a bit.”

 

“Yeah, kind of noticed. You are finally getting brain cells back now that you are not constantly learning new things.” He smiled, evilly. “Soooo, when can we write?”

 

“Please,” I beg. “I just caught up on my sleep. I still got my tax job on weekends, and my other virtual-night job, and I need to clean the house, and I haven’t seen my friends in six months, and ….”

 

He interrupts. “And when can we write?”

 

Not an argument I am going to win. “Tonight?”

 

“Tonight sounds good.”

 

**********

 

I’m back! Still need to do a dozen things, but they can wait – or so my muse says. My bill collectors don’t agree, but what do they know? The dust bunnies like living in the corners of my house and are on the muse’s side, so the majority wins.

 

So where were we, my dear readers, before life so rudely interrupted?

 

I had caught up on my bi-weekly postings. Needless to say, that has fallen behind again.

I was one shy of finally completing the Breathless Press Sunday Fun pictures and needing to switch format from the Sunday visual inspiration and Wednesday personal flash.

I had started the initial stages of two books: The Antichrist’s Big Sister Blog and Erin Penn’s First Base Collection Year 1.

 

So where are we going from here, because the ride isn’t over. My muse has declared it!

 

Well, I owe a few back blogs, 32 to be exact. Nineteen Sunday style and thirteen Wednesday style. Since only one Breathless Press Sunday Fun Photo remains, I am going to need to change the format of the blog a little.

 

Wednesday will continue to be a flash every week, but with a twist. On odd numbered Wednesdays a picture shall be used as inspiration for the flash (Visual Flash) – similar to the old Sunday Breathless Press pictures – and even numbered Wednesdays, the story will be produced without visual prompts (Text Flash). As I will be the source of all the pictures going forward, I will make certain the picture’s copyright allows blogging usage. I will continue to supplement the Text Flashes with images like I have in the past, writing the material first and then finding a matching picture.

 

On Sunday, I will aim to provide a 250 to 1.000 word segment of my Work-In-Progress (WIP). This will guarantee every week I will write at least 250 words for my WIP. (Thereby making my muse happy. It won’t shut him up, but he will be happy.) A minimum of 1,000 to 3,000 of a flirt (10K) should be completed every month with this schedule. Maybe I won’t be able to keep up with my original plan of 10K published words a month, but I will be able to deliver 3 to 4 flirts a year leveraging the Sunday WIP. The related pictures to the WIP shall be the cover art.

 

Still on the front burner are the two books, The Antichrist’s Big Sister Blog and Erin Penn’s First Base Collection Year 1. I paid for the cover art, I am going to use it. I will do a major push to get at least one, if not both, out by ConCarolinas. Since the convention is scheduled for May 30th to June 1st 2014, I don’t have much time. Like last year, I do plan to offer at least one of my published books for free through Amazon on the Monday immediately following the Con.

 

So that is the plan.

 

*****

“So are we going to really write now?”

 

“Yes, muse, we are going to write.”

Flash: Pickup Line

Books being created by computer

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“Hey, come here often?”

Debb looked up from the book covers she was perusing at the remodeled book store. The guy was cute in a geeky way. Thin glasses propped on his hawkish nose. Trimmed sides with a flop on top reminiscent of childhood shaves in the Southern boys get each summer. An overlarge T-shirt proclaiming the supremacy of RetroBand, hung past his waist over black jeans. Hiking boots prepared him just in case a mountain suddenly sprouted in the shopping center. He only had one visible ink, on the back of his hand. She couldn’t make out the runes. She liked his smile.

“No, just had to see the new store. Don’t have them yet out in Shelby.”

The man looked around the modernized store. Amelie’s coffee, a favorite of the chain, remained up front, though the worn leather seats had been replaced. Nearly everything else had been changed a couple months ago. The book shelves where slimmer with all the covers facing out. Only one cashier station was up front to take care of people buying stuff. Thanks to the Replicator-Source model, less clutter filled the aisles. Even so, little keychains, games, and T-shirts seemed to outnumber the shelf space reserved for books in the bookstore. The main concession to the bookstores official purposes were the two B&N replicators which took credit and spat out actual books, plus an eBook browsing station.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” The guy wiped his hand on his jeans before offering it. “Cameron.”

“Debb.” She shook hands. “I don’t know yet. Book prices don’t seem different, but I like the fact I can still touch something. I end up doing most of my shopping on-line now and, for speed sake, I usually just download to my tablet. I miss being able to actually hold a book.”

Cameron’s straight teeth became visible as he gave her a huge grin. “Me too. Had to go with a tablet since I moved out of my parents and got my own place, but there is just something about ink and paper.”

“Absolutely.” She agreed. “I read differently when I got a real book. I flip ahead, and go back. I set it down for a quick run to the bathroom, lay it on my chest to contemplate a scene, put it on a shelf and then pick it up again later to open to a favorite section. My tablet, I just read it front to back and am done. I don’t know why I even bother to keep books on the tablet when I am through. I think I have gone back to only one book once I was done reading.”

“Aside from school work, which I am so glad I don’t have to lug around my electronic manuals, I avoid reading eBooks. Pleasure reading is one hundred percent a paper experience.” Cameron saw a slight frown on her face. “Not that eBooks are bad. They are great – manuals need constant updating and upgrading and I don’t have to worry about that at all. I just like my fun reading to feel like fun. – Huh, what do you like to read for fun?”

Debb nodded at the section they were in. “Science Fiction, obviously, then fantasy, poetry, mystery, romance, thriller. Pretty much if they have a section in the store, I will read it.”

Cameron picked up a cover-one. To save on money and space, books stores with replicators where printing covers and the first chapter of books and placing them on the shelves. Saved in shipping full books and still let people who wanted to touch books still have something to hold while they think about buying. The really popular books, printed as cover-threes, were near the coffee shop. Marketing figured if you got through three chapters with your coffee, you were hooked enough to meander over to the browsers or replicator and pick up a full copy. The rest of the store was for serious readers looking for suggestions.

“Do you like any of these?” Cameron asked as he put the cover-one back.

Turning back to the shelf, Debb looked at the covers again. “Thinking about a Weber, he is always good and I love Asimov returning to his proper prominence on the shelves. Have you heard of Kagan or Hartness?

“John Hartness is a South Carolina writer like David Weber, newer. Mostly fantasy fiction along the lines of Shawn of the Dead and World’s End – urban fantasy comedy – his Bubba the Monster Hunter books are classics – but since 2018 he has tried his hand at sci-fi a couple times.” Cameron picked up Janet Kagan’s Mirable. “While he is great if you want something silly, Kagan is an unacknowledged master. She only got out three books before her death, but each one is fantastic. I think her Uhura’s Song is the best of the Star Trek series. The other two are completely her own universe.”

“I haven’t read a good comedy in a while, but Kagan sounds interesting.” Debb plucked the Mirable cover-one out of Cameron’s hands.

“If you can afford the time, why don’t I go find the Bubba Omnibus and buy that for you, plus a coffee?”

No guy had ever bought a book for her before. A few had tried to buy her drinks while she was out with friends. They never got anywhere. Half-drunk people don’t have interesting conversations. The book version was much more appealing. Intrigued, Debb said yes.

Cameron made his way to the Fantasy section, while Debb headed to the front with the cover-one in hand. Inserting Mirable back down in the scanner, the B&N replicator lifted the details. Debb then placed her left hand on the sensor. The screen popped up asking which credit or debit provider was to be used. She ran through the options, pleased to see her credit card had a lower balance than she remembered when her account information was verified. She approved the transaction, choose the paperback with normal print option, and the replicator started slushing material out of the source module.

Waiting for the replicator to finish, she watched Cameron start the other replicator going. He swiped with an actual credit card. Some people were deep old school, while she debated getting the injected chip with her credit and medical links built in. The medical was the real selling point. If a bad accident broke off her medic alert bracelet, her aspirin allergy could be deadly.

A soft bell heralded the satisfying thump of a book landing in the completed area. Debb moved the cover-one to the filing cart for a clerk to return to the shelves. Then she joined Cameron as he waited for his book to be ejected.

“I prefer bubble tea.” Debb leaned against the machine. “Amelie’s coconut cream boba is to die for.”

Cameron gazed up at her. “Never tried it – sounds interesting.”

“Shall I go order two while you finish?”

“Sure, and pick out something to eat if you want.”

Debb sauntered over to the coffee stand, considering the pastry selection. She had a free afternoon, and if the guy was interested in food as well as drink, he had free time too. Could be a fun afternoon. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Cameron approach. Could be a fun evening as well, the guy was really cute, and, so far, not a single slurred joke. Maybe she should hang out in bookstores more.

(words 1,246 – first published 9/25/2013)