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The Lucky 7 Game


My darling crit partner, the fabulous Deann Smith, tagged me in the 7 Line Game. So the deal is, you go to page 7 or 77 (or 777, I guess, if you are Steven King) and pull 7 lines from your latest book.

Tonight I sent off the full of my finished novel, Holding Out For a Hero, so I’m on my standard thrice-hourly email check schedule. I’ll be a wreck til I hear something, so y’all bear with me.

And here are 7 lines (at least it was seven in ms format) from page 77 of Holding Out For a Hero. Y’all enjoy it!

We shook on it, then I grabbed him and gave him a kiss – the big-time kind, not just a friendly little peck. I don’t know why I did it, but Mac certainly had no problem with it. It went on a tiny bit longer than it should have, and afterwards, we just stared at each other for a few seconds. Then he blushed, and I jumped up to go find another Diet Coke. I noticed Janice staring at me, and I shrugged.
Good old Mac. I really was going to miss him.

And for my taggees, I pick Darlene Henderson, Sue Moorcroft, and Rita Bay!

Monday Muse: Thank You Notes

Well, happy Monday to everyone. I’m sagging and dragging today, even more than usual for a Monday, so bear with me.

I got a couple of nibbles on queries from some very desirable agents. Which is fabulous, and wonderful, and everything. But, as you know, I can manage to find the storm cloud to hide every silver lining. Two requests meant I had to buckle down and do the minor cleanups on my MS that I had been avoiding.

Thanks to my fabulous friends, I got quick turn-around on some help with points in the book, and after spending most of the past 48 hours reading and revising, I can say that the book is in the best shape possible.

Not that I said it’s the best book possible. I don’t know anymore if it is good or not — I’ve read it so much that I found myself rooting for the villain. But, given what it is and what my talents encompass, it is the best it will ever be. I’m proud of it, and I’m sending it off into the world to sink or swim.

But before it goes, here’s a big thank you from me and Bridget-my-muse to:

The Fabulously Fabulous Ladies of the SFWG — the finest crit group on the plante. Especially mammoth thanks to DeAnn, Heather, and Susan — Cassie and Mac send you their love. You made them who they are today.

JIllian Chantal, who despite having more on her plate here lately than she could say grace over, did an incredible crit for me — and kept me straight on the various models of Jaguars. My British sex-god can rest assured that he is driving a car which exists in the real world.

And, last but never least, Sue Moorcroft, who told me the difference between Liverpool and Leicester in an effort to make James the Cad sound like a handsome young British millionaire instead of a middle-aged American woman imitating Laurence Olivier.

Y’all are, individually and collectively, the BEST!!!