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Rainbow Snippets* --Back to Silverfish

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I'm changing gears this week. Recent events reminded me of When Silverfish Dance , a story I wrote a couple of years ago that I had every intention of revising later, so naturally, I sat everything else aside and pulled it up. I'm going to give it a good once through and then see if I can find a few interested beta readers. This was the first book I wrote after I finished the Headphones project, written just to prove to myself that I could write a book. So yes, it needs a fair amount of work!  (it's a (an?) HFN. Hopefully there will be a sequel that will have their HEA.) Here's the blurb: Revenge doesn’t always go as planned:   Morgan Davis hates his Windy City life: his boss is blackmailing him, his lover of 10 years has left him for a job in New York City, and his hair is turning gray, even though he’s not yet 40. And now this skinny boy in a mini skirt and go-go boots is asking him for a gin-gimlet? God must really hate him. Barry Hunt ac

Lie and Lay

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Occasionally I see  a writing hint I want to keep. Usually, I put them on Pinterest but maybe I'll start parking them here, too! Charts are nice.  

Updating (Finally!)

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It's been a while since I've posted. A combination of daily life stuff and laziness. No excuses, really! But I'm still editing Cut Shot , which is a long process for me, and not one I enjoy. But oh so necessary. I think I'm getting close to being done with this first, intense edit and then hopefully I'll find a few beta readers willing to give me some feedback. While I'm working on this, I'm trying to decide my next move. I want to finish the Headphones rewrites, but I also want to do another edit of Embers and Flame  and get it ready to publish. All while plotting my NaNo Challenge project. Time is running out! Snippet from Cut Shot (going back to an early chapter):             “Have you ever heard of personal space?” Jed asked Ian as he took yet another step back. Ian followed as if it were a dance. “Just checking.” “Checking what? To see if I have dandruff?” Jed halted his retreat and leaned forward, stalling Ian from his next step with a