|Posted by Brenda Dyer on September 3, 2011 at 11:50 AM||comments (14)|
This sample is taken from my completed WIP, Love's Prophecy.
Pain twisted Mel's gut tighter. “Breeana, I'm not asking you to give up anything.”
Her gaze was fierce. “Do you want to know what scares the shit out of me?”
She hesitated. “I would leave everything. I'd leave it all behind because I…love you.”
His heart ground to a halt when her softly spoken words filtered through his brain. An instant later, it jumped, slamming so hard against his ribs it felt like it would burst free.
She loved him? Did he hear correct?
He searched her face and saw it was true.
Joy, love, sadness, and God help him, hope added to the chaos of emotions he already felt.
He tilted her face up with a hand and kissed her hard. A kiss brimming with love, despair, and frustration, over a situation that held no other solution than heartbreak. And he sensed she experienced the same whirlpool of feelings. He felt it in her kiss, in the desperate way she gripped his shirt, and he tasted it in her tears.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I love you, Breeana. The short time we've known one another, you have become my everything. My heart. My breath…My life. I was dead inside before you.”
|Posted by Brenda Dyer on August 28, 2011 at 11:30 AM||comments (9)|
This is taken from my WIP called, Through The Eyes Of Another.
Marty may be home, but what home is he talking about? That is the question....
With a violent jerk, Kirk bolted up. He drew in great gulps of air. “Marty? Steven?” With his eyes wide, he panted, looking around. “I think I was . . . dead.”
Marty blinked. He glanced at Steven, then the burning car. Sirens whined in the distance. Dizziness gripped him, he sagged and fell forward, spiraling down, down through cold blackness. Images flew passed, but they sped by so quick he couldn't make them out. The walls of the dark tunnel suddenly narrowed until he was literally squeezed through. He must have fainted because when he came to, he was lying on a soft mattress.
|Posted by Brenda Dyer on August 21, 2011 at 11:20 AM||comments (10)|
Hello again. These six are again taken from my WIP, Love's Prophecy. Hope you like them.
“What? All alone tonight?” The demon’s lips curled as he snarled. “You maggots usually hunt in pairs, so I figure you must be out feeding, spreading rabies like the filthy vermin you are.” He laughed and withdrew a dagger from underneath his long, black, trench coat. The bright silver of the deadly blade shone in the dimlight.
“That's so clever,” Mel taunted. “Did you come up with that on your own, or is that one of your master's jokes?”
|Posted by Brenda Dyer on August 20, 2011 at 11:05 AM||comments (16)|
This sample is taken from my WIP, Love's Prophecy
Mel knocked once and then walked in, drying his hair with a towel. He shut the door and glanced in her direction. When his eyes met hers, he stopped, and a purely masculine smile stretched across his clean shaven face.
Breeana's heart slammed and her breath stuck in her throat.
Oh God, he's too hot for words. His jeans hung low on his hips and a black T-shirt stretched tightly across his broad chest, emphasizing his large shoulders. His long black hair was tangled from the vigorous rubbing. The muscles in his arms flexed and relaxed as he continued drying his hair. The urge to plaster herself against him like a second skin was overpowering.
This guy belongs behind bars. He could steal a woman's self control from her with one hand tied behind his back.
Lust flooded her body. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep her hands off him.
Her gaze followed him as he tossed the towel on the chair and disappeared into the bathroom.
|Posted by Brenda Dyer on August 14, 2011 at 11:30 AM||comments (14)|
This sample is taken from my MS, Love's Prophecy.
Well, you helped him all right. You helped him pick up another victim! And with a face like his, she was certain he lured tons of women; they'd flock to him like bees to honey. What perfect bait he was.
The soft rustling of skin sliding over sheets snapped her out of her frightening speculations. Every muscle in her froze as the soft inhale and exhale of breathing came from behind her. Breeana shoved a knuckle into her mouth, bit down, trying to stop a scream from bursting forth; alerting her captor she was awake.
|Posted by Brenda Dyer on July 12, 2011 at 12:33 PM||comments (0)|
BLOGGING ABOUT BLOGGING
Hello and welcome to my blog post. Come on in; grab a coffee or tea from the sidebar—and a donut or chocolate chip cookie. The cookies are fresh—I just baked them this morning.
So,here we are, yet another blog post. And as always, I’ve sent out links, hoping to snag a few of you to come read and comment on my blog. Sound familiar? If you’re a writer then it most likely does. I’m sure you all do the same thing.Write up a blog post and advertise for traffic. And in order to generate more traffic to your blog, I’m sure you comment on other’s posts in hopes they will reciprocate the favor.
I’ve been a blogger for awhile and I’ve written about many things—most to do with writing because hey, I figure most who read my posts are writers. I doubt many “readers” read writers blogs. I know before I started writing, I could have cared less about what writers were blogging about. In fact, I never read any blogs and didn’t care to. But now that I’m immersed in the world of writing, blogging has become something I feel I must do to get noticed. Also, I have made some fantastic friends and learned a lot by reading and commenting on other’s posts.
Although,sometimes I feel we are bombarded with blogs. “Come check out my blog. Come read what inspires me. Come read how to develop your writer’s voice. Come read about what I did this weekend.” I’ve even read a blog post about how to blog, read and comment on others blogs without allowing it to become too time consuming, taking time away from your writing. That particular post really made me think, especially one point that was made: Don’t read the whole post. Skim and look for something you can commenton.
LOL, are you skimming my post right now? That’s okay if you are. We all do it. We HAVE to! There are just way too many blogs to read and comment on. There’ssimply not enough time in our busy days.
One of my writer friends absolutely refuses to blog! She detests it with a passion. I love to tease her and tell her she will have to blog one day. She will HAVE to jump aboard the blogging train.
I’m ending my blog post with questions for you all: how do you honestly feel about all the blogging going on? How many blog posts do you read a day? Do you skim? Do you enjoy blogging or is it something you feel you must do to get noticed and hopefully gain a following?
The floor is yours…..
|Posted by Brenda Dyer on July 11, 2011 at 12:07 PM||comments (0)|
OH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD . . . CUT!!!!
Hello, and welcome to my blog. Today I would like to talk about cutting. LOL, no, not haircutting or cutting pictures out of a magazine, but cutting unnecessary words and paragraphs from you manuscript.
The first thing I would like you to do is go through your MS and mark all material that maybe unnecessary. To help you start, first clarify what the main plot is of your story. Look through each chapter and read every paragraph with a critical eye, asking yourself if it had to be cut, would anything essential be lost? If the answer is yes, then maybe each paragraph could be tightened. Words cut.
Another great place where one may find words and sentences to cut is the beginning to every chapter. The opening is most likely longer winded than need be. Can you get to the heart of the chapter faster? Are there redundant words that can be hacked out to tighten your prose? Ask yourself these questions. You will be surprised at how many places you find in your MS that can be slashed or tightened.
Okay, now I would like you to pick up your red pen and go back through your MS again and hunt for redundant information and words.
When writing something you feel isimportant in your story, it’s only natural to try and drive the importance home to your reader by mentioning the info two, three, even four times. But please remember, your readers aren’t stupid. Chances are they got it the first time.
Check each sentence, paragraph, and yes, even chapters for redundancy. Also check for small redundancies. Shrugging shoulders, nodding his/her head, or blinking his/her eyes.Shrugging implies shoulders, nodding implies head, and blinking implies the eyes. Cut. Cut. CUT!
These simple cuts will help clean upyour writing and make your prose sparkle.
Next place to look is your transitions. In an effort to make a transition flow, some writers add more thanis needed. A simple—to the point—transition is usually best.
Slash all extra verbiage. Look for hedge words and qualifiers. Examples: really, just, kind of, sort of, rather,very, and somehow.
Watch your adverb use. Ask yourself if they are needed. Chances are they can be cut. Watch your use of adjectives. Example: Her long, reddish-brown,curly hair hung down her back.
Pick only what is necessary: Her curly brown hair hung down her back.
I took out long because it isn’t needed. The sentence showed her hair as being long by saying it hung down herback.
A great way to learn how to make every word count and to learn how to cut what is not needed is to write short stories with a specific word count.
Challenge yourself today. Write a story with a word count of 2000.