Monday, May 21, 2012

Now I have 'Yippee' good news: I just, *just* finished Bouquets and Motorbikes and I'm purty happy about it. Oh, YAY! It ended differently than I'd planned (that's always the way), but I'm really impressed. I really am.  It fills in a lot of blanks that perhaps weren't filled in Orchids for Roses when she was originally introduced. I'm hoping to have it edited within a month and 'released' for public reading. Would be ever so happy with that. Then I can move on to Ysonde's full-length novel, Laughter for Tears. I think I'm ready for that editing process now.

Goal for now: wait for my Kobo to charge and put an e-reader friendly version of Bouquets and Motorbikes on it so I can do some edits that way. LOVE technology sometimes.

Excerpt Orchids for Roses:


Somewhere outside Quebec City, Quebec

The wind whipped against her face, as she turned the roaring motorcycle onto the dirt road. It led to the centuries old farmhouse, which had been in her host’s family since the day it’d been built. A fortress made of thick stone, strong enough to withstand the gales blustering in off the St. Lawrence River.
Her virtual prison.
Full lips flattened into a firm line, while her winter gray eyes focused on the bumpy road before her. The tires sped over and devoured the uneven ground until she reached the neglected barn. Balancing the bike’s weight with one foot, her free heel opened the kickstand before she shut off the engine.
Her grim expression didn’t change as she glanced around. There was nothing about the place to make a person happy.
The lawns were overgrown with weeds, and twelve inches of tall, brown grass threatened to swallow all three acres of privately owned land. If the ancestors of the house could see what had become of it, they would be furious.
She wasn’t the only one living here, but the others were too busy delivering bouquets and scribbling manifestoes to terrified English coffee shop owners to notice the filth and grime. For the sake of her sanity, she had long given up trying to make things clean. The dirt of the place was one of the main reasons she escaped the property every afternoon.

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