I finished all 410 pages of Daughter. Now I’m going to have to quit for the night. May take this up in the morning if I awaken early enough.
I’m on page 286 of Daughter.
Finished my non-fiction chaps of How to Succeed at Being Yourself, Writing & Selling the YA Novel, Chapter by Chapter, Page after Page, and The Breakout Novelist. I’m off to supper and then will return to reading Daughter.
Ghost Cannons Traci Kenworth The billows of smoke stung my nostrils. So much for a summer to relax, I thought. Instead, I’d spend it here among old artifacts and forgotten memories. Talking to ghosts. And wishing for so much more. “Maggie,” Josh Winters sprinted to catch up. I slowed my pace, hoping I wouldn’t blush […]
Here it is phrase of the week again for the YAFF Muse Blog: A rock sailed through the broken window, catching a jagged piece of glass and spraying shards…. Birthplace Traci Kenworth A rock sailed through the broken window, catching a jagged piece of glass and spraying shards of the test tubes, Bunson burners, and […]
Odds & Ends Traci Kenworth I’m reading Girl From Mars by Tamara Bach. It’s not my usual type of book. It’s Contemporary and I’m more into fantasy/horror but it was on the list of The Best Books of 2010, so I thought I’d give it a try. Should finish it up today. I’m hoping by […]
The Violet Ball Traci Kenworth Just where the violet ball came from, nobody knew. It sat there, between the paws of one of the two Bengal Tigers, both of whom looked more white than orange-and-black. Hunter and I worked on the daystaff at the Bringmin Zoo. He grazed my elbow with his own and pointed […]
“The scent wafted through the cracked window, reminding (him/her/they/it) of….” This is something new for the Muse blog this week, working off a single sentence, so let’s see how this goes… Fanfares Traci Kenworth The scent wafted through the cracked window, reminding me of the day I came to be in this god-awful place. Once […]
To Tattoo Or Not To Tattoo? Traci Kenworth No, I’m not in the market for one, but my characters are. I need something different though. I mean, I know what it looks like, but I’m unsure where to place it. Has the shoulder been done to death in fiction? I can’t say. I just know […]
New Tidings Traci Kenworth They slashed her clothes going onto the auction block. She knew they would. They had to view any problem with the merchandise they were buying. She heard their gasps, saw the ripple in the crowd as her back turned to them. Holding her head high, she dared them to look, to […]