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My Writing Life. One Morning at a Time.


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Six Sentence Sunday 3/11/12

Thanks for participating in Six Sentence Sunday and stopping by to visit. Today I’m sharing a snippet that happens just after Wick leaves Cassie’s house. It was their first face-to-face.

Cassie heard the front door close and she exhaled the breath she’d been holding. The guy working on her house was Wick Adams. How the hell did that happen? Her grip on the kitchen counter top edge tightened. She had no doubt he’d walk off her job and probably take Forbes with him. And he had every right to as soon as he learned who she was.

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D

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Six Sentence Sunday – 3/4/12

I didn’t have the chance yesterday to link up officially with Six Sentence yesterday because I was busy…writing. I’ve been on a writing binge, just ask my critique partner. In just a few days I submitted a short story (which I plan on submitting to a mystery anthology) and a chapter to be critiqued, with another one tonight. Last weekend I was inspired, motivated, captivated by a new idea. But in order for me to work on this new idea I need to clear the decks, so to speak. I have a manuscript that needs to be revised (almost there, almost there) and another one that needs to be dusted off and revised, revamped and polished and, finally, a third that needs to be written. You see, the two last manuscripts are connected to the first. So before I can move forward on a whole new story, the current ones need to be finished. I don’t want to be one of those writers who has a stash of unfinished manuscripts. Nope, not me.

Well, I need to get back to work so here are my six sentences. They come from the scene where my hero first sees my heroine. Enjoy!

Wick heard a set of keys land on the table by the door and footsteps click across the hardwood floor into the living room. When he reached the foyer, he walked to the living room where he saw her standing with her back to him. Long honey-blonde hair was gathered back in a sparkly clip and soft curls grazed the shoulders of a beige jacket. From head to toe, she was long and lean with curves and her brown pants fit her bottom just right. The three inch heels of her sandals added to her long, slim legs. He watched as she removed her jacket to reveal toned arms in a sleeveless blue camisole.

Happy Writing,
D


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Six Sentence Sunday, 2/26/12

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. My hero, Wick, holds himself responsible for something that wasn’t his fault. Forbes, his mentor, is trying to remind him of that.

“I hear you.Just remember what happened wasn’t your fault.”
Wick pushed away the suggestion. He was responsible. He’d let his family down. He should have done a better job at protecting them against the so-called journalists who worked for rags like the Coverage Magazine. Sheffield.

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Six-Sentence Sunday, 1/29

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. I’m not officially linked to Six Sentence but I decided to share with you a snippet of where we meet the hero, Wick.

Wick Adams wiped away the sweat from his brow, wishing he could do the same with the fatigue that plagued his muscles. His general contracting business had hit a wall five years ago after his personal was turned upside down. Just when he thought he was back on the road to financial recovery the housing market tanked along with the economy. Since work had begun to pick up a few months ago, he’d been working fourteen hour days split between three jobs and an extra one helping Forbes.

“Boy, you look beat,” Forbes Ackley said as he entered the dining room.

Wick stepped away from the window where he was finishing trim. Forbes had taught him everything he knew about carpentry and contracting.

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D


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Six Sentence Sunday 10/16

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. Today I’m sharing a snippet of where my heroine, Cassie, is confronted by her newspaper editor.

Red’s thin lips formed an approving smile. “Got a story all on your own, so fast? Impressive. What do you have?”
Cassie tilted her head. How inept did he think she was? “It’s too early to be sure of what I have.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 10/9

Another Sunday and another chance to post 6 sentences. Thanks for stopping by today, leave a comment and I’ll come over and visit your blog to check out your 6 sentences.

Cassie had hit a dead end. She exhaled deeply before she opened the driver’s side door and tossed her bag onto the backseat. After she slid onto the seat and started the ignition, Cassie glanced one last time at the Bradley house before driving away.

The pristine white Victorian house was well-maintained and solid, just like the wall the Bradley’s had put up to keep Cassie at bay. Five years ago she labeled Amy Lansing a victim and pointed America to the man she believed was responsible for the teenager’s disappearance. Determined to make a name for herself, Cassie never considered the possibility Amy may not have been a victim and Ben Adams was an innocent man.

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D


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Six-Sentence Sunday – 4/16

Thanks for stopping by this week. I have another six sentences to share with you. The snippets I’m posting are from my romantic suspense and in this selection, you are going to meet the hero.

Wick Adams wiped away the sweat from his brow, wishing he could do the same with the fatigue that plagued his muscles. His general contracting business had hit a wall five years ago after his personal was turned upside down. Just when he thought he was back on the road to financial recovery the housing market tanked along with the economy. Since work had begun to pick up a few months ago, he’d been working fourteen hour days split between three jobs and an extra one helping Forbes.

“Boy, you look beat,” Forbes Ackley said as he entered the dining room.

Wick stepped away from the window where he was finishing trim. Forbes had taught him everything he knew about carpentry and contracting. So when Forbes needed an extra hand, Wick was there. “Nah, I’m good.”

For those of you who are new to Six-Sentence Sunday, here’s what you need to know:

1) pick a project – a current Work in Progress, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published

2) pick six sentences

3) post ‘em on Sunday

See? Easy. Want to join in? See the site for information on how to do just that: Six-Sentence Sunday.