"Plum-Picking with Niamh Clune."
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.