Niamh Clune

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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.

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  @occultguardian
6th November: Shawn MacKenzie  @saki11
8th November: Tonia Marie Harris @TMarieHarris
10th November: Joss Landry
Susie Bertie: @soziebird

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

About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books.

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.


  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.


  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.


    • 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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