Okay, send it then, and I'll read for fun and feedback.
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Kewl! Send it on, then.
I've just got to the point where I've introduced Penny's older banker brother Stephen, and his new wife, Tamsin. I love writing surprises. Penny and Ringan are expecting a trophy wife, a leggy blonde in her twenties.
Heheheheheheheheh...
Deb and Bev, thanks so much. I know neither of you are romance readers, but it's got some mild snark, too. The mystery is fairly mild, though, which is what worries me, and while my editor loves the first 300 pages, it's the wrap-up (which she'll get on Monday, too, and send right to the copyeditor after she reads it -- hopefully) that is making me nervous.
Cinnamon poptarts:
Deb, I just saw you mention the Johnny Cash story in Bitches -- could I read it? I don't know if it's too late for beta-ing, but I'd love to read just for enjoyment.
And Susan, no big at all. I know how busy you are!
I had skipped earlier and went back to give people's stuff the time it deserved. I loved Victor's piece and Liese's stuff was gorgeous. Erika, do you need another beta reader? If not, can I read it anyway? Please? I really liked what you posted.
Congratulations, Amy. I know that's a weight off your shoulders. I'd like to take a look at it, although it will probably be several weeks before I could give you any feedback. I'm not really a romance reader, but I am a Crusie and Evanovitch reader, so I have some sense of the genre.
Amy, profile addy?
Deb, yup.
And thanks, Ginger!
Challenge #34: First Impressions
We don’t meet for several hours after his arrival. The anesthesiologist, overeager and easily rattled, knocked me out completely when I protested the first slice of the surgeon’s blade. When I do see my baby, I’m still foggy and sore, and I’m grateful Stephen is the one to bring him to me.
He’s round and golden, eyes squeezed shut beneath the bright lights, a ridiculous striped cap pulled over his head. He’s wrapped snug in a blanket, a tiny, perfect bundle that suddenly looks very much like a chrysalis. I wonder fleetingly what kind of a human he will become.
Heh. Joanna came out with the hiccoughs. We proceeded from there.
I do love that piece, Amy.