Archive for November, 2005
November 29, 2005
The Best is Yet to Come!
Last night the critique meeting went great. Beth and Yasmine showed me how to clean up the rough spots in this on-going saga. So once again I’m back on track. I must admit, I was pleased when they reacted to a line just as I’d hoped. It’s a thrill when your reader gets those little nuances tucked in a scene.
This morning I ‘m ready for bear, hmm, bare. Yes, definitely bare because David and Teddi are now hot on the path to gratifying sex. Yes, the road will be bumpy. It has to be – it’s a romance. But there’s a hellova lot of fun along the way.
Time to get back to writing. Teddi’s in the middle of a fantasy where David is licking and sucking. The poor woman can’t be left out there with her nipples puckered and her vagina throbbing for too long.
November 28, 2005
This day is insane and passing much too fast. Since early this morning I’ve written, scratched out, rewritten, and scratched out even more. Triskelion Publishing is patiently waiting for the rest of this manuscript and tonight is my critique meeting. If I don’t have something worthwhile Beth and Yasmine are going to flail me alive. I might as well carry my own whip to save Beth the time digging for hers. And if I don’t really get the lead out of my ass, Triskelion is going to tell me to take a hike.
Where the hell did I ever get the idea I could write fiction? Oh yeah, I remember. It all started when these words began to bubble inside me.
You see all my writing friends hear these great voices or see these amazing hunks who tell them what to write. All I get is bubbling words that half the time make me want to puke! Yet somewhere in the chunky garble are a few beauts. Pearls of wisdom? No. Just words blending together to tell a story of sensuality and a not so young woman who finally comes alive.
Of course it’s a romance. But it’s filled with sexual tension and passion, not to mention a few explicit scenes that have me craving a cigarette by the time I finish typing.
This writing business is tough. It requires stamina, creativity, patience, dedication, and a strong determination to stay focused. I know I can do it. I want to do it. Dammit! I WILL do it.
Now what the hell was he doing with that naked woman stretched out on the love seat? See? It’s all in staying focused.
November 25, 2005
Our good friends, Bonnie and Tom, came for dinner last Tuesday. It was a fun evening with Tom’s constant off-beat cracks about life in general and Bonnie’s zest for everything.
We four have been mulling over a trip to Europe next summer, my least favorite time to travel, for almost a year. With enough pineapple vodka flowing through Tom and Studly’s veins, they finally popped loose with those coveted Visa cards.
Everyone’s excited to spend three weeks split between Italy, Austria, and Bavaria. Bonnie’s practically balistic to visit the Vatican and Sistine Chapel. Tom’s already practicing his German to sing along in the father of all beer halls, the Hofbrauhaus. Studly just grins and waggles his eyebrows thinking about ten nights in Italy. I do love that man. Then there’s me, sitting back and imaging all the story lines that will fill my notebooks as we ride the trains through these countries. And if I don’t get my ass pinched in Rome this time, I’m gonna throw a fit!
Sloane said @ 1:09 pm
| Life is Good
November 23, 2005
My Admitted Shame
Tomorrow is the day when American families will gather around dining room tables groaning with an abundance of goodies. They’ll clasp hands and say a prayer of thanks for everything good in their lives. My family will do the same thing.
What I wonder is, do these same people ever give a thought beyond themselves? Do they ever consider the section of humanity who doesn’t share an opulent meal with family or friends? Have they ever given a thought to the homeless freezing in their cardboard homes with little or no protection from the elements?
Most of us don’t, unless it’s to side-step and quickly look away as if homelessness and hunger are dreaded diseases spread by a glance. What a shame that we stroll on by in our Guccis and Ferragamos while children huddle starving and are clothed in rags.
I’m no better than thousands of other Americans who do nothing except for the occassional handout. In my heart I cry for these people, but on the surface all I do is talk a good game. Pathetic isn’t it, just two days ago I was overcome with joy to win as a finalist in two categories of a prized contest and never gave a thought to people less fortunate?
Today I’ve matured and decided yes, I damn well will do something about it. I have promised myself I will contact a shelter and work at least one day a week, not out of pity, to simply do the right thing.
You are all welcomed and encouraged to challenge me, question my motives, and be sure I follow through on my promise.
Sloane said @ 2:30 pm
| The Soapbox
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. May you have a blessed and peaceful day.
Sloane said @ 2:27 pm
November 21, 2005
Today has been one of the most shocking days of my life. Early this morning I opened the emails to find one from Jeanne Laws, a Brazen Vixen and a terrific writer. Her one word was “Woo-hooooooo!”. As I scrolled down the list I saw Jeanne had won as a finalist in the Spicy/Sensual category of the distinguished CONNections 2005 contest. What a great credit for Jeanne and well deserved. But as I scrolled further I saw I HAD WON FINALIST in TWO categories, Spicy/Sensual and the very cool CONNections Award, for the best first meeting between the hero and heroine.
My daughter had the good fortune to stop by and I couldn’t help but tell her. She threw her arms around me as she shouted her congrats and I finally knew she believed in my ability. That was one of the sweetest moments of my life.
Later Lorraine Yetke sent me the formal announcement and said the manuscript had been sent to Raelene Gorlinsky at Ellora’s Cave for final judging. Be still my impatient heart. Another copy of the entry had been sent to Melissa Endlich at Harlequinn for the best meeting. I’m in awe at all this good fortune.
It’s now late in the afternoon and I still can’t work. My mind is in total shock. All my buds have called or emailed their congratulations and it still doesn’t seem real. There’s been a gazillion contests with scores so small I had to use a magnifying glass to read them. Now this – what a high. What a great life.
And guess what? I’M A WRITER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mega congratulations to all the finalists. You’re all fine writers.
Sloane said @ 5:12 pm
| Hot Damn
November 18, 2005
Champagne for Everyone!
It’s always exciting when your pals celebrate a victory. Three of the Vixens have contracts on their new books and we’re all sharing in their joy.
Jenna Howard has a hot number in the Winter Wishes Anthology and four ulttra-sexy works in the Spring Flings, each guaranteed to charge your libido.
Kate Lang has two dynamite stories in one Torrid Teaser volume that’ll have you grab Mr. Right by whatever’s handy and create your own music.
Sherrill Quinn has a yummy tale in the Spring Flings Anthologies, a steamy romance in Torrid Teaser, and an erotic pleaser in Torrid Twisted Tales. Get me a fire extinguisher or Studly before I lose my mind.
All these exciting authors are being published by Whiskey Creek Press, check out the links for the release dates. Mark your calendars because you’ll want to order each one as soon as they hit the listing.
Congratulations, Ladies, you’re all well on your way.
Sloane said @ 1:34 pm
| Hot Damn
November 17, 2005
Ya gotta love ‘em. They’re there to harass you into being a real person again, surround you when the world turns to crap, and are the first to cheer for you when good things happen. In this life I’ve been blessed with some very special people from around the world. Check out yesterday’s comment. It was written by Jenna Howard, an amazing Canadian author, who well knows I’m a slug with computers. Yup, she’s a friend. Now she better get her sweet ass back to those sexy paranormals she writes or it’s the two-by-four.
A toast to you, sweet Diva. May the future bring you much success for it is well deserved.
Sloane said @ 2:50 pm
November 16, 2005
I am the world’s most computer illiterate human being on the face of this earth. Everyone will tell you the same thing. Friends laugh at my ineptness but it’s never stopped me from trying. Until now.
Thank God for the Web Designer of the Century, Emily Carlin of Swank Web Style. Em has baby-sat the progress of this site from its inception and been patient even when I know she’s wanted to rip her hair out rather than read another of my emails. Right now she’s probably quaking at the thought of the monthly maintenance. But I have faith in Em. She’s come through so many times, I know she’ll be there again.
Thank you, Emily, you’ve built a work of art and I’m forever grateful to you.
Sloane said @ 5:59 pm
November 12, 2005
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Interpol agent Claudette D’Laquois is on the run. Dull Uncle Paul and his rundown chateau in Nice, France are her only safe haven…but she never planned on the delectable estate manager who is even more dangerous than the Russian mob boss who wants her dead.
Three weeks of overseeing operations at his friend’s orchard seems like the ideal vacation to CPA Don Hobbs. And so it was–until a French sex goddess pulls him into a world of drugs, intrigue, and erotic fantasy.
Teddi Turns On
No one is going to take advantage of Teddi Howard again, including the Munich tour operator who screwed her over when he reneged on their contract. Her only option is a face-to-face confrontation with the little weasel.
David Stiefel is a prominent German businessman who lets nothing stand in his way, especially after his snaky cousin stole the love of his life. He enjoys brief affairs to satisfy his healthy appetite, but no way is he getting involved again, even if she is the sensual Mrs. Howard.