Excerpt Monday

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Once a month, a bunch of authors get together and post excerpts from published books, contracted work or works in progress, and link to each other. You don’t have to be published to participate–just an writer with an excerpt you’d like to share. For more info on how to participate, head over to the Excerpt Monday site! or click on the banner above.

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Have you ever opened a manuscript after years of hiding it in the closet? I have a few of those. So this month, I pulled the second manuscript in my Lawrence Family Series, Since You've Been Gone--Brian Lawrence, a doctor who thinks he's lost everything there is to lose. With about 3 or 4 scenes to it's name, I think this is one ms that will be fun to rewrite. ...it's rough. Lots of watcheds, noticeds, and stuff. :D Enjoy!

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Brian worked tirelessly through the morning. His eyes stung and his teeth felt like they were coated with plaster dust. The ache in his shoulder reminded him of his age--thirty-four. Where had the years gone? ...And why couldn't they have taken this Monday with them?

Brian stood now in the cold, winter morning sun outside the burnt out shell of his clinic. The chill felt good on his skin with the sun warming his face.

Lisa stood and watched him, grateful he had finally taken a break. She had seen him fight for the last three hours to save his life's work. He had opened this clinic just after graduating from medical school. It had been a pipe dream that he had worked long hours to make a reality. The destruction of his clinic was that dream gone up in smoke.

She noticed as she walked over with a cup of coffee that through the fatigue he was still handsome. He had the dark hair of his father and she noticed a speckling of gray just at his temples. His eyes were the sharp hazel color from his mother's eyes. He had a distinguished, angular face that suited his career as a doctor. She knew it sounded silly but she couldn't help thinking he looked like a doctor.

Today there were dark circles under his eyes and a defeated anger in them. She had never seen him look so volatile. She raised the mug in a hesitant offering.

"Thanks." He grumbled without even looking at her and turned to his assistant who called his name.

Lisa bit her lip and watched him walk away--not too tall, strong through his shoulders and powerful legs... and a passion that she remembered in the quietest moments of the morning before waking. She sighed when he lifted another pile of scrap wood over his shoulder and she glimpsed the tattoo riding his left hip.

In the last several weeks, Brian faced one trial after another. He had to be close to some sort of breaking point and prayed that he would find the strength to survive when his world finally obliterated around him.

She’d been through the same after she lost the baby. Her marriage, which had been preceded by a shotgun wedding, had slowly disintegrated around her. She had cried herself to sleep more times than she wanted to remember in those first six months after the baby had died, but she and Brian had become two separate entities, each ignoring the other's pain.

Dissention had ruled their home until the night Brian had almost died, and Lisa had run.

She was a fool then. Was she being a fool now?

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Die to Yourself

...in order to make your marriage joyful.
...so your kids know you love them.
...and your acquiantances will become good friends.
...so you might have Life.

Sacrifice is the most noble of heroic circumstances. Every book that has truly moved me, whether fiction or non, romance or regular, has taken this lesson to heart. Heroes are made of honor, loyalty and love. This week, pick up a romance novel of any genre and find good vs. evil, triumph over darkness, courage in the face of fear...

Find Hope.

Happy Sunday.
Have a great week.
With Love,
Bethanne

I'm addicted to Drugs...

...And my drug of choice is DSL.

I spent all day Wednesday waiting for my hardware, and when it finally came I couldn't get it working. I needed to register but didn't have my member ID info--cuz who uses that!--and I couldn't answer the security question, What is your favorite restaurant?

Why did I pick that question? NEVER, NEVER, NEVER pick a favorite question when dr*gs are on the line!

So I had to fax some info to AT&T[my dealer] and they said they would call me the next day. At 2pm, I finally called them back, more than once. They couldn't find my faxed info...so the really nice Californian dude--who actually sounded American, btw--"helped" me figure out the answer to my security question....

NO! I'm not telling you what it is! Sheesh.

So, tonight, I'm online...and I've got nothing done since 2pm. When I've spent the last week doing more work on my ms than I've done in a month. *bangs head on desk*

I'm initiating LENT. Right now. Lent in September. If you don't remember, I gave up the internet until a certain time of day. Here I go again. :D
I'm glad to be back.
thanks for visiting.
Love,
Bethanne

Like Minded

...so, I watched Return of the Jedi last night. Yeah, yeah. I'm a dork, but hey! This has classic romance conflict in it, you know. It's really more like research. The banter between Han and Leia screams sexual tension, and isn't that what we all strive for? Tension. The best romance books have no sex at all--well, almost none. When the tension is there, in your face and rising at an alarming rate, it makes the happily ever after so much more rewarding. :D Anyhoo...

Like Minded

Matt joined me about half way through, and we got to the part where Princess Leia goes with the Ewok. Then, Han and Luke come looking for her, find her hat and end up surrounded by Ewoks intent on doing them harm.

"You know what movie this makes me think of?" I questioned Matt.

"Willow."

"What?! How did you know?!" I'm gaping and grinning, and laughing my butt off. "Have we had this conversation before?"

"I don't think so."

That's exactly what I was thinking. EXACTLY! Willow, another great adventure story straight from the 80's. How can you NOT love the 80's?

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Just a note on my WIP progress. I'm doing some revisions for Shake the Sugar Tree, now The Gamble or Katie's Gamble...something like that. My plotting for my next WIP is on hold, but I'm still really excited about it. REALLY! When The Gamble doesn't make it, this one will. It's going to be thrillee. Very intense. *fingerscrossed*

Try

I know I already posted today, so I should probably save this for later...but like Matt says, I'm an opportunist. And seriously, I'd totally forget.

We watched The Empire Strikes Back with the kids tonight. I might not be as bad as Eric Forman [sp?] from That 70's Show, but I do love Star Wars...

Well, I realized tonight that Yoda is my own personal literary Jedi! When Luke says, "I'll try--"

No! Not try, do. Do or not do... there is no try.

It's so freaking clear! I am going to explain my excitement. I think using try as a verb is telling. I have a friend that hates the word had in a ms... and I find some amusement when she goes through and deletes all the hads. :) [love you anyway, steph!]. Well, my thing is try, tried. Ugh! I just hate it. Like most telling, writers avoid it, but there are also instances when it's okay. That being said...

If someone tries to do something and fails... not do. So I'd rather SEE what and how it doesn't happen. Like trying to open a door, OR using each key consecutively and having no luck, the door didn't open, OR she pulled on the door with all her might, but it still didn't budge.

Anyway, I think my family thought I was crazy because I just laughed and laughed after hearing Yoda say that... and it really is a serious part of the movie. Luke does not believe and that is why he fails.

I believe I will be published. :D
Goodnight!
Bethanne


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First Sell Wish List [otherwise known as MOTIVATION]

My husband woke up next to me this morning and said, "I can't wait until you sell your first book and we can buy a couple of $6 pillows." hehe. Gosh, he cracks me up. But he got me thinking. Besides the story, what keeps me going?

Right now, there are only two things I think about when I consider the big pay off.

1. Panties and Bras--It's true. I hate my Hanes. It's comfortable, economic and sometimes cute. But I want my underwear to be colorful and matching. When I have a few dollars, I'm going straight to Victoria's Secret [or Khol's *winkwink*] and buying at least a hundered dollars worth of underwear.

2. A laptop--You might think this would be first on my list, but it's not. I have a nice desktop with mostly free access throughout the day and into the night...so, something more would be nice, but not imperative. ;) If not the laptop than updated versions of Word.

3. Those gosh darn pillows!

That's it!
Do you have a list? Wish lists for your birthday or Christmas or an anniversary?
What's on it?

Blogging outside My Circle

I discovered something in the past few weeks.
Blogging has a hierarchy.

Yes.

It's true.

In a moment of bias, I thought it applied only to the bloggers outside of the writing community. Setting aside my bias, I realized I was wrong. It happens here, too. Take agents, reviewers, published authors VS. aspiring authors.

Here's a for-example: It used to be fun to stop in at certain agent blogs and comment... and I never expected those VERY BUSY agents to reciprocate and come to visit my blog and comment. They might do that for other blogs who rank a wee bit higher on the totem pole, but never for an insignificant writer like myself...who doesn't always blog about writing stuff. There's a catch here. The writers who get the attention of the agents--not necessarily meaning they would get a contract--are the ones who blog about writing...or the industry. The catch being, that as writers, we should be more interested in attracting our readers. Blogging about stuff the reader can relate to.

...where was I? Oh, right. Hierarchy. Well, I've been surfing around on some Diabetes Blogs. Amazingly enough, they are also a dime a dozen. Not expecting a hierarchy there, because most of the blogs I've visited aren't written by doctors or nurses... nope, not even by diabetes educators. Just people like me who have diabetes. So, I was REALLY surprised that they didn't reciprocate. Isn't that part of the blogging world? I mean, who's going to visit you if you don't visit other people? No one will even know you're there unless you are putting your name out there. Though there are a number of ways, blog-hopping is key because it makes you seem friendly. Twittering. Networking. Unfortunately, once you've hit that higher level of Blogdom status, it means you no longer need to do that.

I'm circling here... because I'm not looking to sound like I'm whining. Boo hoo, poor me.. etc. Not that. I guess the root of all blogging is still about me. The journal or diary we kept as a kid. It's now online... and for some reason, we all think that everyone else wants to read it. :D I do have to say, though, that I read every blog post that comes to my inbox, usually enjoying it...but after several tries of network, not succeeding, I rarely go to the webpages and comment.

Not sure if this means I'm a quiter...but a person gets tired of putting out and getting nothing back! :D Seriously, I don't mean here at Romance in Writing. I have wonderful visitors and commentors. FRIENDS who love me and want to know what's going on. It's other places I'm talking about. That at this point are going to remain a personal accountability and journal. It's nice to share with people, and know that they understand where you are coming from... but it's just as nice to do something for yourself, don't you think?

have a great Hump day.
Love,
Bethanne

P.S. There's always the chance that I'm just not in the 'in' crowd over there....maybe everybody does know eachother, and I'm just the new gal, eh? Who knows. I don't have time to figure that kind of stuff out. :P

Last Day of Summer

School starts tomorrow and that puts me in mind of all the things I can do while the kids are not the focus of my life... or, while they aren't around, anyway. :)

Plotting a new story is at the head of my list. I spent one day plotting my last story... and that was more plotting than I'd ever done before. Part of me thinks the story is still on the weak side, that I spent alot of time reworking it. The bad side of this story is that I'm actually nervous to get started on my new maunscript. I'm doing character profiles and plotting points throughout the story. Ideas are coming to me and i'm revising things. Am I too nervous? Maybe... It's a hurdle. I'll manage.

Speaking of summer. I've been shoving the kids outside, as they dig their heels in and beg to be able to stay inside, play Wii or whatever almost every weekend for the past month, until this weekend. All of a sudden, they are outside, playing, doing things... and I don't see them for hours at a time. What? Now? Now you're going to disappear and play? Go figure.

August is over.
:P
It's hard to believe.
Take care everyone and enjoy the cooler weather if you're blessed with it.
I know I am!
Love,
Bethanne

My five year old

My 5 year old was annoying my almost 9 year old this morning, and said 9 year old manhandled the 5 year old. Like brothers do. At the same time, no one would claim the water that was on the counter... and since it wasn't mine or my husband's, I sent them all to their rooms for an hour after lunch. It wasn't the cup of water that bothered me, but the fact that SOMEONE poured it! Why wouldn't they say so? Whoever wasn't saying so was lying.... Grrr. so frustrating.

....back on track. I brought my 5 and 9 year olds to the kitchen. I told the 9 year old, "Hug touching is okay. Handshakes are okay. If you are touching your brother becuase he is annoying you or making you angry, that's not okay. Okay?" 9 year old nods his head. "Apologize to your brother," I say, and he does. I turn to 5 year old. "5 year old, stop doing things on purpose to annoy your brother. Now, say you're sorry!"

He looks at 9 year old, then turns back to me, "You talk too much."

Haha. That is something I've NEVER been accused of in 32 years. NEVER. :D

Once Upon a Crime

If I was better as networking a year ago, I would have tried to get in on this group. A place to talk about murder, investigations... crafting stories and blogging about it. Kudos to you gals for keeping it going for an entire year. You know these groups come and go like race cars...

One thing I love about writing is the groups. Even the big time NY bestselling authors have groups and blogs and forums.... It's a community of people. I have mine. Passionate Critters. I found it last year in my need for something supportive. What a great find. We added Jennifer Bianco to our group this past spring, and she is a member of Once Upon a Crime.

A Big Congratulations for a year well written!

Have a great weekend, everyone.
Just think, we are one year closer to the new school year!
The kids are soooo ready to go back. :)
...and I'm ready for them to go back.
Love,
Bethanne

Just Me

I've never considered myself an artist type, though I've dabbled in bits of art my entire life. Some drawing here, painting there, crochet and poetry, novel writing, second grade crafting, cooking.... you get the idea. I've done a little of everything but never excelled at anything. [knock on wood]


I was surprised when I made breakfast this morning.
I took the cooking oil and baking powder out of the cabinet. I retrieved the flour and sugar before pulling a small bowl down to make pancakes. I make pancakes regularly. You could even argue they are my specialty.

Adding sugar and baking powder to the flour, followed by the milk and a handful of instant oatmeal, I poured the small batch of pancakes onto the griddle. A couple of minutes later, I flipped them...and suddenly came into my right mind.

I did not add an egg. I did not add the cooking oil or any salt.
I have no idea what I was thinking about...the coming move? My next big murder? Espionage?

I have the brain of an artist. It gets sidetracked.

PS The pancakes were still good.
Have a great Wednesday.
Bethanne

Excerpt Monday


Monday the tenth brings something new to Romance in Writing. Excerpt Monday. What's an excerpt? A snippet of something bigger. This blog-round runs the gambit--works in progress, short stories, blurbs, and even poetry. One Monday a month [I think] to share a bit of the craft with other writers, friends, family, readers.... If you're here because you like to read, please take another minute to visit one more blog! Links to other Excerpts will be listed after mine.


~Shake the Sugar Tree~

They slept together in his king-size bed.

Thad woke early, shifted, and pulled her close to his chest. She took a deep breath, knowing she should probably get up instead and put some space between them. Damn reasonable and safe, though. She'd waited too long to let go, even if for just a short moment in time. She traced the Celtic cross that covered the smooth expanse of skin at the top of his arm. This symbol meant something to him.

“Morning.” His voice a gravelly whisper in her ear, she shivered against him, wondering if she could take it when he finally left. If. If he left. The thought was a warning of what happened when she placed too much hope in expectations. She pushed it aside. She didn't want to dwell on the what ifs this morning.

He kissed her in that soft spot under her ear, before sliding out from beneath the covers. She hid her smile when he turned and brushed her hair off her face. She stretched at his touch. “What are you doing,” she whispered.

“I'm getting up to go to church.”

She frowned, her senses coming alert and her heart pounding. Would he leave her behind? Did she want that?

He smiled and shrugged. “I won't be long.”

“You don't want me to go?”

“You don't have to go.”

Her frown deepened as she evaluated her reactions—disappointment, relief, apprehension. He crouched in front of her so they were face-to-face. “Do you want to go?” he asked, taking the blanket on her shoulder and pushing it down to expose her back. His magical fingers traced circles from the top of her spine to the small of her back.

She would have sighed if he hadn't caused desire to override the tenderness of the gesture. “If you keep doing that, we won't be going to church anytime soon.”

He kissed the slight indentation of her shoulder blade. “So, you'll go?”

Burrowing her face in the pillow, she nodded her head with a groan.

“Well, hurry up. I want to get there early enough to talk to Father Stephen.” He swatted her backside as he crossed to the bathroom.

She yelped then laughed. “I'm up,” she muttered. “Gotta go to church. I found the only man in all America who goes to church every Sunday. I'm sure of it.”
© 2009 Bethanne Strasser
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*I have not personally screened these excerpts. Please heed the ratings and be aware that the links may contain material that is not typical of my site.
So, to kick it off, your hosts:

Mel/Alexia Reed, Urban Fantasy (R)
and
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)

Joining us this week:

AJ O'Donovan, Poetry (PG13)
Stephanie Draven, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Heather S.Ingemar, Dark Fantasy/Poetry (PG13)
Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Cynthia Justlin
, Romantic Suspense (PG 13)
Kaige, Historical Romance (PG 13)
Julia Knight, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
Ansha Kotyk, Middle Grade Adventure (PG13)
Adelle Laudan, Contemp orary Romance (PG 13)
RF Long, YA Paranormal (PG13)
Caitlynn Lowe, Epic Fantasy (PG13)
Shawntelle Madison, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Crista McHugh, Contemporary Erotic Romance (PG 13)
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)
Leigh Royals, Historical Romance (PG 13)
Megan S., Paranormal (PG13)
Dara Sorensen, Historical Paranormal (PG 13)
Bethanne Strasser, Contemporary Romantic Suspense (PG13)

Synopsis

My sister asked, Did you get the synopsis done?

I'm just about there. I took it from 9 single spaced pages to 1.5 double spaced pages, and now I'm getting some feedback on it. I think, after the weekend, I'll be ready to start sending my stuff out. *quaking stomach*

Mom's Night Out at Nikki's was sooooo much fun. Wonderful ladies. Wonderful food. Wonderful drink. Sometimes, it's nice to just get out. :D And I do so, often.

Have a great weekend, friends.
Love,
Bethanne