Three weeks ago I got tagged by Clay over @ Clay Wheel. I answered the questions HERE but I didn’t tag anyone. So today I’m tagging me some peeps.
Lorelei @ Lorelei's Muse
Roland @ Writing in the Crosshairs
Yvonne @ Yvonne Says
I don’t think there are any rules with this one. But then again, who needs rules? I say make them up as you go and break the ones that don’t work. That’s my rule.
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And I got tagged again by The Writing Nut from HERE for the Look Challenge.
The Rules? Count up the LOOKs in your current WIPs and choose your favorite three. Then post the paragraphs around the word.
She walked to the entrance of his room, grabbed the closed door’s handle, cracked it open, and peeked into the dimly lit room. His bed hadn’t been slept in. “Great,” she said through a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “Lord, please don’t let him be on the way to see Pixie. But if he does make sure he gets C.J. and brings him back here,” she prayed. “Please let Larry and the baby be safe. Please God. Please.” Her son wouldn’t be all messed up on dope if it weren’t for that girl taking him further down the wrong path. Only God could help now.
The I-phone buzzed on the bedside table next to Faith Wise. It didn’t take much to wake her up. She was a light sleeper anyway and she sat straight up, looking down at the buzzing phone. The flashing screen lit up half the bedroom. The digital clock beside the annoying phone glowed yellow: 1:37 AM.
“What is wrong with you?” Joe looked at his watch. The shower would start in twenty minutes and he lived a good half-hour away from where he needed to take the tables. “You need to pull your brains out of your ass and pull up your pants and be a man. You’ve got a kid coming into the world and one already here.” For some reason, no matter how many lectures he gave his twenty-three year old son about being responsible, the boy did what he wanted to anyway. Nothing. The kid couldn’t keep a job and didn’t seem to care if he and his pregnant girlfriend slept outside in a tent or even on the hard driveway for that matter. The boy’s dumber than rabbit playing with a fox, he thought.
This concludes my LOOK project. Although, I will need to tag some peeps in this. But I’ll do this another time. Hey! Rules are made to accommodate mwa.
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SWEETMAN SAYS
“There’s a difference between Starkey Park bird poop and city bird poop.”
I didn’t know that. How about you? I also wonder what the difference is. The smell? Color? Consistency? ***shrugs***
Maybe I should do a Sweetman interview.
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Misty Provencher has revealed her new book cover HERE for Hale Maree.
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Roland Yeomans is doing a Halloween Giveaway HERE.
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And a very naughty couple, James and Scarlett talk about my soon-to-be released book Secondhand Shoes HERE . Thank you, guys!
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DON’T YOU WISH YOU COULD LAUGH LIKE THIS
Happy Halloween, all!
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
