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meg_evonne:
Actually they followed my aunt around the house the whole time the President was in the state--she offered them food and made them welcome in her home and I think they did appreciate it.
Also Mami Eisenhower's home was in Boone, IA and she had security agents until she finally died at 92 plus. Remember that movie that Shirley McClain and Nicolas Cage... It was like that, bridge games and golf. The security teams did their shopping in my town.
So serve up the muffins and tea!
My aunt really wasn't a crazy, but she did have a temper about something that some president did and wrote them a rather testy letter. I never asked her just how testy....
bleet08:
I have been laughing so hard at that whole situation. You would think eventually, someone would say, "I don't think she is planning anything boss." Then leave. Thumbs up guys, you can follow me to school, parents, and then home to sleep.
I will post a small part of the story tomorrow.
bleet08:
A small un-edited rough edition of the hit on Don Bravatta.
My gym bag was packed to the hilt. Mostly with sandwiches, and snacks. Hey I didn't know how long I was going to be here. I moved the cup cakes out of the way, and tossed the slim jims to the same side of the bag. You ever had one of those moments when you get caught. Like when your walking around your place naked and someone unexpected walks in and catches you. Another example. The roof door opens wide spilling light onto my position, me and all my snack garbage. From the look I got, even the informant was surprised at how much junk I ate. After the light hit it, so was I. My cold fingers felt the little nine mm Uzi in the gym bag. I just froze feigning the deer in the head lights look. He really had me dead to rights. His gun looked like a field cannon aimed at my head, even though it was only a three fifty seven. The barrel looked like a tunnel along a dark road, abruptly ending at a dead end. Except if he did shoot me, most likely I would be back with in an hour or two, and just kill him even slower then I had planned.
LLJade:
Hi all!
My name is Lauren and I'm currently in the process of working on my first novel which I hope to have published. It's gone through several revision and so far, this current one is the one I seem to be moving farthest along with. I'm intending this to be a YA novel and so far, though I'm not positive as of this point, the series is looking like it'll be a trilogy. The people who I've shown it to so far seem to like it so I hope it's a sign I'm doing a half way decent job. Right now, the biggest challenge for me is the editing because my grammar skills are just bad and trying to find time to work on it, I work nights as a TSO at an airport so by the time I usually get home, it's very late and I want to sleep. I seem to be coming to terms with that, though, since I've been working on it alot more recently, probably due to the fact I read in an article that Stephenie Meyer was able to finish the first book in the Twilight series in three months and that made me see how much I needed to stop whining and get the fire under my butt going. However, I still have issues with the editing. ;)
Anyway, if anyone here wants to take a look at it and give advice and what not, please feel free to send me a message on here or E-mail me. Just keep in mind that this story is very anime and manga inspiried, do if there's anything you don't understand, just let me know.
Lauren
JourneyingMoon:
Hi all, E. Jay here :D
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I even completed a science fiction novel. I keep it in a drawer as proof that I can finish. I used to be able to just write and write, without thinking, without that voice that tells me every word sucks. Then I went to school for writing and sort of lost my voice and gained that monster that looks over my shoulder and points out what’s wrong with every word that hits the page. I spent years trying to find my voice again and to silence my monster.
I’ve read every book on craft and a psychotic amount of blogs and I seem to be stuck in a bit of a rut, like research has replaced actual writing. Once the research is done (for the day) there is the preparation, set up, lots and lots of outlining, and the reading of what I already wrote—so that I am refreshed and in the zone. But then the day is gone and I fool myself into thinking that tomorrow the real work begins. Months pass with lots of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and few pages of actual written work.
This is not to say actual writing never gets done. When I do get to the page, after cranking out a few, I get stuck in an editing loop where I basically beat the life out of the writing. Or I’m always starting something new.
Now, I’m trying to force myself to finish the two novels most taking my attention. I’m trying to ride a wave of: the writing comes to life in the editing. I’m trying to push forward and not look back. But it seems near impossible because of voice in my head that screams: This is boring, try it in first person, actually third person is better, you’re telling not showing, nothing is happening, who cares this story sucks (under all that pressure I often forget how to write even the most basic sentence).
The two novels I am currently focusing on are 1) BSR. An urban fantasy with vampires, psychics, and witches (oh my!) . 2) BEAUTY. Sci-fi with a horror twist. BSR is outlined as a series. I have books 2 and 3 all plotted out. Beauty is stand alone.
The hard part is pushing myself forward. Moving from one page to the next without second guessing myself or looking back. And trying to remember that this is a first draft, that it doesn’t have to be perfect. When I wrote my first novel my hands were possessed. I wish I could get there again.
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