Showing posts with label WIPs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WIPs. Show all posts

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday & Eye Candy

Photo of Taye Diggs snagged from the Internet by Denny S. Bryce

Here we are again, it's Six Sentence Sunday!!!

I've had a great week of writing. Wrote at least a 1000 words a day (okay, it was supposed to be 5,000 for Fast Draft), but it was lots tougher than I ever thought to actually write 5,000 words a day, but I will Fast Draft again! Believe me. What better way to jump start your first draft than a challenge?

I ended up with 25,000 words in two weeks, more than I've ever written ever! My goal is to keep going and will start Fast Draft Part II this Tuesday...see what I do with that!

I will be doing more of the same later this afternoon. In the meantime, I've been cleaning. It's a great way to brainstorm and get some plotting in. Seriously, you've got to have something else on your mind other than cleaning. Right!

Today six sentences...since I dabble in every genre at one time or another. I have a work in progress that doesn't have a title, but it's a YA fantasy about isolation and aliens (yes, those from outer space).

      She was tall for her age, maybe five feet seven inches tall, which in the universe of height wasn't all that tall unless you were a twelve-year old girl. Being so darn gigantic just added another layer to the oddity of being her. Not only was she smarter than everyone she knew, except her Uncle John, she also was taller than any other twelve year old girl on her planet. She wished she could forget about being a kid, especially since her colleagues never thought of her that way. Around them, she was a scientist. They ignored her wire-rimmed glasses, fat black braids and floppy bangs.
 Of course the other exciting thing about Six Sentence Sunday (next week I'm going to sign up for the list:) is the fact that it's also my day to salute men of color. Today's photo is Taye Diggs.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Redeux (Is That Allowed?)

Snagged from the Internet by Denny S. Bryce

I'm greedy today, and want to post two for Six Sentence Sunday - I missed last Sunday, but think I can get away with a twofer because (well, who's gonna stop me...hehehe:) and they are from two different WIPs...


The first is my futuristic urban fantasy set in a world where vampires have a caste system, and humans are either rich or live in Tunnel City (beneath the streets of DC)...so here goes:

Casey plastered a smile on her face, grabbed her coat and hat from the back of the chair, and strapped on her weapons belt. “I look forward to continuing my work as one of the SAV’s dedicated public servants.”

“There is no need for acronyms or sarcasm, young lady," Dr. V shot back. "As the Council of Ancient Vampires’ chief psychiatrist, I will monitor your activities for as long as I see fit and when I am convinced you have recovered completely, we will discuss your contract.”

Casey's fangs dug holes into her lower lip, but she manged to bow and say, “Yes, ma’am.” Then she headed for the door with a clear realization she had to accept.  If her eternal life were to remain in tact obedience to the Council was her only option.

The second is from my Fast Draft WIP...not doing as many words a day as I had hoped, but still hanging in there, and enjoying the process...

Now for those who know me, don't be surprised, this is a contemporary WIP, and I'm in love with the hero, but he's not in these six sentences...

“Hold on one moment,” Max said, rising to her feet. “We have delivered on every aspect of an outstanding program, designed and implemented to attract the audience we both agreed were your prime customers. The campaign has already produced overwhelming results with more than one thousand new bank accounts opened in the South Side branch alone. New investors joined your community outreach team with an initial infusion of capital that reached over one million dollars...and you’re telling us we were fired in a letter?” Max pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek to keep from unleashing designer profanities that would make her grandmother get out of her coffin and scream. (Is this 7 sentences, damn:)...

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