Mommy, you need to be grounded from your computer!

Summer is here in the lovely Washington, but I wouldn't know it. I've been hibernating behind my laptop, pounding out Pigeon's story, so lost in her mind at times an hour or two can pass without a thought about my own world. Until one of my children need something, like food or a band aid. I look around for my husband. Am I really expected to be a mother and a writer? What world are they living in?

Seriously though, they've all been super supportive of my reclusive writing. My husband tells me to go write while he takes the kids to visit grandparents, plays outside, even goes to the beach without me. Trust me, this is a big step for him and I'm glad they're getting extra bonding time with just Dad.

But the other day, they were getting on their bikes and didn't even ask if I wanted to join them.

What have I done?

Have I become such a writer my family no longer expects me to be part of the fun? The memories?

I'm very proud of myself for writing Birds of a Feather in one month. However, it eats me up inside to think I must sacrifice one thing for another, afraid to step away mid scene fearing I won't find my way back into Pigeon's emotions. I'm coming to realize, the writer in me has grown. The connection I feel for this story is strong. I can find her when I need to.

Hopefully, after a little breather, when it's time to edit, I won't be grounded from my computer :)

Happy writing :)

Hookers

The Hookers & Hangers Blogfest is underway! 

Today, July 16th, post the first sentence from each chapter.


On July 18th, post the last sentence from each chapter.


Post as many as you like! 

Falling For Fiction will be judging everyone’s first three HOOKERS and first three HANGERS, each of us picking two winners (MOST ENTICING HOOKER and MOST IMPOSSIBLE HANGER) making a total of ten winners! Winners will receive a 10 page (double spaced) critique and a Friday Spotlight on FFF!

Remember how I said I swear a lot and my new WiP's character, Pigeon, has the mouth of sailor making her fun to write? Well, you've been warned :)



Here is the pitch for my WiP, Birds of a Feather:

An overdose, meant to get the attention of her parents after her sister’s death, lands Pigeon at Camp Hope with other troubled teens. It’s up to Pigeon to decide if her Aves wings can fly through her cage of anger or if they’re a crock of shit like everything else she ignores there.

And here are the first ten chapter hookers for Pigeon's story:

* I hate this f %*@# year.

* Mile one is nothing.

* The more campers return, the more I feel alone.

* The scent of freshly mown grass relieves the puke welling in my belly.

* It’s torture walking into the auditorium, trying to find a seat, knowing I don’t want to sit by anyone in here.

* I don't want to belong.

* Lunch goes down as smoothly as it came up this morning, only with a slightly better after taste.

* Shit on a shingle I believe is the correct term for this meal.

* The thrill of payback runs a marathon through my insides.

* “Every year there’s some kind of trivia challenge, right?”

Did I hook you? 

Now hop around and check out the other hookers on display :)