Tuesday, May 22, 2012

This is blog #101. Never thought I'd have reached that number, seeing how undisciplined I am. However, I LOVE blogging. It's only been two weeks since my blog had 500 hits, and now it's gaining on 560. Most likely viewed by people who 'stumbled' on it by accident, but that's alright. I'm so appreciative of anyone who takes a moment to read my ramblings and to check in with Ysonde.

Update on my work in progress: the second draft of Bouquets and Motorbikes is finished and ready for edits. As for Laughter for Tears I'm on chapter 13 of the 7th (?) draft. I've introduced a few new characters in the sequel and I have plans for them to make it into the next book in the Choices Series. I call it a series because of the prequels added to the trilogy. Not sure how many prequels there will be, beyond the two that I'm almost certain of. In case anyone is confused, the order of the Series goes:

1.Orchids for Roses -- Deborah and Victor
Bouquets and Motorbikes (Ysonde's prequel)
2. Laughter for Tears -- Ysonde and Michael
Cousin Bernie's untitled novella (prequel)
3. Beauty for Ashes -- Davi and Bernard

So, that's pretty much how things are looking right now.

Goal for now: write/edit.

Excerpt from Orchids for Roses


"How long have we known each other, Deborah?" Kyle asked. He rested his arm along the back of her chair.
"Since you moved here from Montreal. Three years." She sighed irritably, and her breath stirred the loose hair around her face. The heat from his arm, added to the growing humidity in the room, broiled her shoulders beneath the heavy material of the graduation robe and her floor-length gown.
The air in the gymnasium was stifling, and she didn’t appreciate his adding to her discomfort.
"Do you know what I’ll miss most about school?" he asked.
"Not a clue," she said, fanning her damp face with the evening’s program.
"The way you cheer when Vic and I are playing basketball."
"Really?" She lowered the program. His comment made her forget temporarily about her discomfort.
"Well," he grinned, "that, and the way you make me feel like I’m part of something."
"You’re part of our group," Deborah quickly assured him. "That will never change."

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