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The Paragraph Challenge

I wanted to reach out to other bloggers and readers by doing something a little bit different.  I invited a few friends who have released a book, or who might be releasing a book, play or poetry in the near future to participate in a mini Blog-Hop. This adventure was inspired by the fact that a friend of mine, Joss Landry, is about to release her first novel. I wondered what it might be like to ask for a paragraph that included the word, ‘longing’ or some other derivation of the word. What a nice way to introduce each other to different styles of writing conjured by one just one word…

Joss hails from Montreal. She has a degree in commerce, and has worked as a consultant for more than twenty years, writing copy for marketing firms and assisting start-up companies to launch their business. Now Joss has written her first novel. Her new book offers Danger & Romance…a winning combination.

This is Joss’ paragraph. Amazon Links to be released soon.

“Don’t you dare, Pierce Bonner! I’m not a baby. I can take care of myself.” He heard the loud breath Kat expelled. “Listen. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be the cause of another big fight between us. I know you’ve got tons of work to do and I know you worry about me, but don’t. I’m going to be the one worrying if you don’t go back and help my dad with the ranch, please. I’ve got to go. Charles just walked in. I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up the phone quickly.

Pierce grabbed the extra pillow and slapped it over his face to muffle a frustrated growl. The woman was infuriating. She was like an untamed filly about to run wild, and no rope seemed long enough to lasso her back to reason.

He rolled onto his back, facing the ceiling, searching for what to do next. Even as angry as he was, he still longed to kiss the breath out of her. Helplessness dragged a moan out of him. He knew it was too late to call anyone.

And this is my very short paragraph from my own book: Orange Petals in a Storm. http://on.fb.me/rE1B8g

The fire sparked, igniting tiny flames that licked, danced, and cast more light about the room. She stared into the flames. They shape-shifted into the image of the house she had lived in with her mother. She saw herself walking towards the house. She saw the lights glowing in the windows. She saw the garden and the rose bushes. She longed to be there again. An idea leaped from the flame image. She would escape the cold cellar and go there this night!

Participating bloggers accepting The Paragraph Challenge 

5th November: Jennifer Kiley http://thesecretkeeper.net  @occultguardian
6th November: Shawn MacKenzie http://mackenziesdragonsnest.wordpress.com/  @saki11
8th November: Tonia Marie Harris http://passionfind.wordpress.com/ @TMarieHarris
10th November: Joss Landry http://josslandry.com/books/mirror-deep/@josslandry
Susie Bertie: http://sooziebird.blogspot.co.uk @soziebird

Join in! Will you take the Paragraph Challenge? let me know and I will send the details.

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About niamh clune

I love to write in childish rhyme I really do it all the time A Doctor and a Nana too 'Tis on the plum tree that I grew! Before we go any further, I must let you into one of my secrets. When I was little, fairies lived at the bottom of my garden. I used to talk or sing to them quietly (as fairies don't like shouting). And when dew covered the grass and made it glitter and sparkle, I knew the fairies were preparing for a shindig! Everyone knows that when dew is on the grass, fairies have their choice of the most beautiful sparkles imaginable. Fairies might wear peony or iris sparkle. They might wear rose or violet sparkle. Boy fairies wear shamrock and shiny breeches of bark be-dewed and made smooth and slithery ~ great for sliding down mole-hills! Fairies always throw parties in celebration of dew, as fairies love nothing more! They drink it, and it makes them giggle! They wear it, and it makes them shimmer. Dew really is the diamond in the fairy-queen crown. Apart from anything else, dew means it is a new day, and fairies love the time before dawn when they can flit and dart ~ flicker and start; hover and whiz ~ zip and fizz; float and flash ~ make-a-dash; tease and prance ~ skip and dance; hurry and scurry ~ all of a flurry; rush and rail ~ skim, speed and sail! The very best Leprechaun fiddlers play the most lively jigs. Elf harpists pluck at your heartstrings and weave magic in verse. Goblins are, by far, the best drummers, whilst meadow sprites have very high, reedy singing voices ~ almost inaudible to all but the very trained musical ear. Usually appearing on percussion are the cobbler gnomes ~ with a-clink and a-clank, whenever needed, and in perfect time. All in all, fairy gatherings are a sight to see ~ for those able to see them. I spent many an early morning dancing to the tunes of the little people. Very soon, they began to trust me, (Fairies seldom trust humans, as humans do very strange things to fairies and to fairyland), but I could dance a fine jig, pirouette often, sing a long song and recite a poem, all of which is of very great interest to fairies. They taught me some of their ancient secrets about bees and butterflies, worms and magic bears who know such an awful lot about everything. They also taught me secrets about science and the sky, and how to grow up into someone who is wise (wise enough to still believe in fairies). I like to share some of those mysteries with boys and girls (and grown-ups who still have magic in them) who are inquisitive but can also keep a secret. Sssssssssh! Promise you won't tell anyone... Are you ready? Now listen well, to the stories I will tell...

7 comments on “The Paragraph Challenge

  1. Steve Corn
    November 3, 2012

    The fifty degree match last night
    has set the sassafras and sumac ablaze,
    walnuts and cherries
    are withering and yellowing
    before the flame.
    The oaks and hickory aren’t far behind,
    all are soon to be consumed.
    The circle of life must rest
    and wait -
    longing for
    the Sun’s fiery rebirth
    to fuel its’
    Spring Awakening.

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  2. Steve Corn
    November 3, 2012

    I just post in some writers groups and occasionally on Pantheism and Unitarian sites. I am enjoying your site.

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  3. Joss Landry
    November 3, 2012

    Thank you so much for the blog promotion, Niamh. It’s just perfect, and simple to replicate. I will join in with mine on Saturday, the 10th. I will send you my blog links. Again, I so appreciate all your help.

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    • ontheplumtree
      November 3, 2012

      I wish you every success, Joss. And thank you for the wonderful reviews you gave me for both of my books. I am looking forward to this blog journey and to meeting new bloggers.

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