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My Six on Sunday #23

Twenty-one days makes a habit. Though my previous twenty-two posts for Six Sentence Sunday were spread over months, I can’t resist coming back. Still giving excerpts of my award-winning science fiction romance Passages. This time let’s pop into the heroine Eve’s POV to have a look at her electorg run-mate of fifty years, Evard:

Few electorg women in the Biosphere Corps had resisted the gregarious man’s invitations. With elaborate gestures, he swept the curling locks back into place. I was no more than a sister to him in our family-like triad arrangement, so he had no problem regaling me with his romantic entanglements.

Finished with the primping, he pulled at a silver-colored chain draped across the front of his favorite coral surcoat, a copy of one he’d worn as ruler of a mushroom growing collective on his home planet of Tarne. He checked the time on his pocket watch. “You busy today?

Thanks for reading! Has anyone given the hash tag #sixsunday a try? I might. 🙂

Six Sentence Sunday #22

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And so we’ve come to the last of our Six Sentence Sundays. But for my novel Passages, the story is just beginning. Quinn, with a little help from bad news, followed by more than a few drinks of Aardness Gold, decides he should follow Evard’s advice and take the plunge with Eve. To Eve, it comes as a surprise, albeit a welcome one.

His breath warmed my skin, then his lips warmed mine. They were soft and tentative, glazed with the slight molasses smoke of good whiskey, and a bite of the curry. And Quinn.

My tongue flicked forward, searching for the elusive flavor beneath the drink. Manliness, of a new variety, one better than I had imagined possible.

“I think… I think I’ve done that before,” Quinn whispered.

(Not sure if I’ve mentioned Quinn had some damage to his organic system. i.e. amnesia.)

I’m sad, and glad to have been a part of the Six Sentence Sunday Groups, though my time was short. Some writers have said they will continue posting; perhaps the #sixsunday twitter tag will remain active. This might be a good week to look around the website’s participants and see who will.

For myself, that weekly deadline made it easier to follow through, so I may find another venue. I’m deep into edits of Passages so it may be a few weeks before I take time to track another down. In the meantime, thanks for being here!

Six Sentence Sunday #21

After my snafu last week of not posting my draft, I won’t make the same mistake  – at least that’s my plan tonight. I will have to check on Sunday to make sure!

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Have I mentioned my novel Passages is a science fiction romance? A bit of a rocky one, at the start. Though Eve and Quin are interested in each other, the planet Aarde has its share of rogues overthrowing the government, thieves and lung-scarring plant blooms. It takes Eve’s run-mate to give Quinn the kick he needs to make his move.

“Eve’s warming up to you. What’s your plan?” asked Evard.

“Plan?”

“For courting her.”

I’d love to tell him, however, the conversation had just moved beyond my experience. Not Evard’s obviously.

There it is folks, another of my last posts with the soon-to-be-closing Six Sentence Sunday blog. Here are my co-sixers on the website, which had its own issues this week which I hope are resolved. Of course you can find us with #sixsunday.

Thank you so much for reading! And, er, if you like, you can scroll down and check out my missing post from January 13th. I was so excited to post Eve’s view of Quinn. Sigh.

Six Sentence Sunday #20

 Welcome to my Six Sentence offering!

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Last week I gave you the Heroine’s description from the Hero’s POV. This week I’m presenting the reverse. Please bear in mind, Eve sees Quinn at his worst! He’s escaped a guard with a stunner and spent the night in the woods, then falls afoul of his still-healing memories. Lordy, he needs her.

He looked dazed; his soft brown eyes weren’t focusing and his lips had paled to ashen amid the unruly curls of his beard. That wavy brown hair needed cutting, but this man was good-looking. He had a long straight nose, high cheekbones and tanned skin. That, his rugged clothing and his physique—slim and muscular—told me he spent a lot of time outdoors. He’d be a real catch for some Aardite woman.

He might be now, though I found it hard to tell with him in this state.

Thanks for being with me as we wind down the last month of Six Sentence Sunday. Check the other listings here, or find us on twitter at #sixsunday.

Six Sentence Sunday #19

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This last week I learned that Six Sentence Sunday will be closing the end of the month. Gack! I am dismayed. I’ve had a relatively short run, but have enjoyed the regular postings and keeping up with the other contributors. Thanks so much to the weekly coordinators and founders Sara Brooks, Dee Carney, Graylin Fox and Hailey Edwards.

I am looking into other formats to continue posting to a broader audience. One I’ve been alerted to is Science Fiction & Fantasy Saturday. Check it out, those you who also write in these genres.

Today, I’d like to introduce my readers to Eve, Passages heroine, in the same way the hero Quinn first saw her.

The man thrust the black book at her and strode toward the center of town without a backward glance, leaving a scowling but pretty young woman with light brown hair standing on the stoop. She was as tall as I, about five foot nine, with a fit weight. A little younger than I, perhaps. Dressed in some sort of proto-Earth costume—a long brown skirt and vest over a long-sleeved tan blouse. Definitely a native human.

She turned, saw me and her full pink lips opened as wide as her gray eyes, surprise evident in every creamy feature.

Thanks for joining the ‘sixers’ for our last month. Here are the rest of us on the website, or look for us at #sixsunday.

Six Sentence Sunday #18

A nice winter scene from Passages came to mind this week as we finally got a few inches here in Virginia. Enjoy!

Snow had started falling on Zeffir when I vectored to the patch of woods I’d used previously, hoping to avoid detection. As we hurried between the skinny trees, tiny flakes pattered upon the dried leaves. A few inches of white lay in the field furrows, creating stripes across the land—like old-fashioned prison stripes. Thanks to my guard, we wouldn’t be wearing those or more modern lock-down garb. Eve had put aside her fears for Sabein and Cyrem and performed her function at Cavvert’s Conducer. And I’d done my best to help, deactivating the three guards she’d immobilized and barricading them in the station with a flatbed of boxes.

The main Six Sentence Sunday website is here, or catch other writers posting at #sixsunday. Thanks for reading!

Six Sentence Sunday #17

Welcome to my blog and what’s become my regular posting of Six Sentence Sunday!

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This week I wanted to keep in tune with the holiday season, but none of my manuscripts feature a winter holiday. I’ve settled for the winter morning one of the Zeffirites has come to collect the hero Quinn for a meeting with their leader—and he must skirt the protective Eve.

Clouds covered the sky, the wind beneath brisk. Snow swirled up from the ground and blew down the short street. No one mentioned coats—it must not be far.

“You know she won’t be kept waiting a moment longer and I’m sure observing the locals is part of his assignment as well.” Tristam crossed his arms, shifting his frown from Eve to me. “My grandmother makes an excellent coffeecake.”

“I’d love some,” I answered, placing my hand to the small of Eve’s back and nudging her into a walk.

Hope your holiday breakfasts are a bit smoother! Thanks for joining me and be sure to visit other “sixers” here, or find us posting at #sixsunday.

Shout out from Spacefreighters Lounge

I have a shout out on the Spacefreighters Lounge blog! Thank you to my fellow science fiction romance writer Laurie A Green for the congrats on being newly agented.

I met Laurie several years ago through RWA’s fantasy chapter. She is the founder of Science Fiction Romance Brigade, a community of SFR writers. Check out the blogs to learn more about writers and books in this exciting–and hopefully growing!–genre.

Six Sentence Sunday #16

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In looking back over 15 Six Sentence Sunday posts, I see I’ve never featured my science fiction romance, Passages. Quel horror, as my French teacher used to say.  In honor of starting revisions with my new agent, here is Quinn, the hero’s first view of Zeffir Island.

The bleating of goats led me down the hillside. Far below lay the town, a village really, spread at the bottom of a gentle slope on the edge of the sea, just as Graen’s image had shown.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets and marched across crop fields extending over the outlying hills. Even in the dead of winter I recognized the modern—for the natives—agricultural practices the Docga encouraged: contour plowing, irrigation, and crop rotation. Greenhouses, compost heaps, and pastures interspersed the terraced planting fields, each divided by thick hedgerows. Small steps for the year 2092, yet, steps in the right direction.

If you’d like to read more, I’ve got the first two chapters posted under My Novels. Please stop in with other ‘Sixers’ at the main website here, or find announcements on twitters #sixsunday!

Thanks for reading!

News!

view from Mt. Chapin, Colorado

I hope this shot from one of my summer hikes conveys how I feel to share my exciting writing news. Any writer’s journey can be rough at times and smooth at others, but right now, I’m seeing the beautiful vistas ahead of me, because I’ve found an agent! I’m thrilled to be represented by Lyndsay Hemphill of ICM Partners.

We met through the pitch sessions at this fall’s NJRWA Put Your Heart in a Book Conference. Lyndsay was looking for science fiction and fantasy romance, and I was pitching my contest winner Passages, a science fiction romance.

A few weeks later, delayed by Hurricane Sandy shutting down NYC, I printed out her email requesting a phone conversation and taped it to my microwave so it could sink in I was really about to have ‘the call’ conversation. No kidding!

She’s super excited about my writing and story and I’m confident she’s going to provide great support on the next phase of my career. So, let’s enjoy the flight!

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