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Monthly Archives: September 2014

Rescuing Rita 

Originally, it took me three years to write all 102,409 words
of my novel The Rhyme’s Library. Most of those were stupid words. The story has
since had a major haircut and is now a trim 80 thousand and something novel, but
it’s still more verbose than it needs to be. I’m not saying that in the last sixteen
years I’ve gone from stupidity to witty cleverness. Not at all. I’m still learning,
and I’ve learned a few things and I want to share.

1. Use Grammarly—the best online editing program I’ve found,
so much more than a spell check.
Here’s an excerpt of my novella, Rescuing Rita, before Grammarly
Applause thundered through the hall, and Rita and swept into
a deep bow. The lights flickered as she made her departure, heading for the sanctuary
of her dressing room.
“Brilliant show tonight, Miss Ryan,” called a boy carrying
a food tray as they passed in the dimly lit hall.
“Thank you, Charlie. Can you be a love and bring me a pot
of tea?”
“Sure thing. Sad this being your last show and all. I know
everyone will miss you.”
Rita flashed her smile and fought back a wave of fatigue and
loneliness. “And I will miss all of you,” she said, knowing there was
one she missed more than all the others.
She blinked back the tears to which she had grown so accustomed;
they returned every time she thought of Christian. She ached, wishing that Christian
could be as predictable and ever-present as her tears. This wasn’t how the story
was supposed to end. She wasn’t supposed to go to Europe by herself.
If only their last words had been more loving. Because she did
love him; she knew that now. And yet in cruel spite of his absence, her love for
his memory seemed only to grow rather than diminish. She sighed and pushed into
her dressing room.
The Rhyme’s Library
Her clothes lay scattered around the room, vying for a space
in the large steamer trunk she would take to Paris. Flowers in vases crowded the
dressing table and perfumed the air. She dropped her cape to the floor and slipped
off her shoes.
All of her dreams had been realized. Yet she had learned weeks,
if not months, earlier that dreams are hollow and meaningless without someone to
share them. She would rather be riding in box car and sleeping on loose straw with
Christian than boarding a steamer ship and sailing first class to Europe alone.
AFTER GRAMMARLY
Applause thundered through the hall, and Rita and swept into
a deep bow. The lights flickered as she made her departure and headed for the sanctuary
of her dressing room.
“Brilliant show tonight, Miss Ryan,” called a boy carrying
a food tray as they passed in the dimly lit hall.
“Thank you, Charlie. Can you be a love and bring me a pot
of tea?”
“Sure thing. Sad this being your last show and all. I know
everyone will miss you.”
Rita flashed her smile and fought a wave of fatigue and loneliness.
“And I will miss all of you,” she said, knowing there was one she missed
more than all the others.
She blinked back the tears to which she had grown so accustomed;
they returned every time she thought of Christian. She ached, wishing that Christian
could be as predictable and ever-present as her tears. This wasn’t how the story
was supposed to end. She wasn’t supposed to go to Europe by herself.
If only their last words had been more loving. Because she did
love him; she knew that now. Yet in cruel spite of his absence, her love for his
memory seemed only to grow rather than diminish. She sighed and pushed into her
dressing room.
Her clothes lay scattered around the room, vying for a space
in the large steamer trunk she would take to Paris. Flowers in vases crowded the
dressing table and perfumed the air. She dropped her cape to the floor and slipped
off her shoes.
All of her dreams had been realized. Yet she had learned weeks,
if not months, earlier that dreams are hollow and meaningless without someone to
share them. She would rather ride in a box car and sleep on loose straw with Christian
than boarding a steamer ship and sailing first class to Europe alone.
2. Use wordle. Don’t know what wordle is? It’s a website that
creates word clouds out of any document—the more frequent the word usage, the bigger
it appears in the cloud. This is an easy way to find your pet words. One of mine
happens to be “look.” He looked, she looked, everybody looked. Try it
out at www.wordle.net/
3. Don’t use words you don’t typically use in conversation. I
actually stopped reading Elizabeth Peters’ novels because her frequent use of the
word orb bothered me. Some words shouldn’t be used more than once and some not at
all. Same with phrases. I read a friend’s novel where the lovers kept melting into
each other. I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds messy and really shouldn’t
happen very often. If at all.
4. Watch out for passive sentences. The Rhyme’s Library is riddled
with them. Example: the word COULD. Claris COULD hear a soft voice in the background—versus–Claris
heard a soft voice in the background. Another example: the word FELT. Claris ran
a finger along Alec’s glass of soda, and FELT the cold condensation wet her finger
tips. Better– Claris ran a finger along Alec’s soda glass–the cold condensation
wet her finger tips. Example: the word WAS. The trip to the morgue WAS a trip she
COULD make alone–OR–She’d go to the morgue alone.
5. Evaluate criticism objectively. Since writing The Rhyme’s
Library, I’ve been told the same thing by two industry professionals—my plots are
too complicated. The first to tell me this was an editor for a small romance publishing
company; the second was a reviewer for Publisher’s Weekly—the review was part of
the “prize” for my placement in the Amazon Novel Breakthrough whatever.
I live by the standard that I can swallow one critique with a sugar cube, but if
someone else independently tells me the same thing I should probably take note.
So, I’m reading my old manuscript and wondering–is this too complicated? Can I
be less convoluted? Another thing I’ve been told by more than one writerly person
is my work is “very British.” Can you believe that two people who don’t
know each other would actually use the words “very British?” I don’t even
know what that means. Or what to do with it. Which brings me to number 6.
6. Love your work. It may have wrinkles, fat rolls, and zits,
but ultimately, it is your story. It’s your baby. Love it enough to cut away its
rough edges. Coax it into simplicity. Shave off unsightly adverbs. Love it enough
to leave it in a sixteen year time out. And if someone tells you your baby is very
British tell them thank you very much and offer them a cuppa tea.

About the Author

Kristy is the mom of six incredibly brilliant and beautiful children,
and the author of several novels. Although many of her novels have won awards and
have ranked on Amazon’s top 100 list, Kristy has yet to realize her lifelong dream
of owning a Schnauzer farm. Kristy studied English literature at Brigham Young University
and at BYU’s International Center in London.
For updates on Kristy’s upcoming novels, please visit her blog
at:kristystories.blogspot.com

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One Night in San Francisco 
5 Easy Questions is an interview is designed to be quick, easy,
and fun. Today’s guest is Cass Peterson.
What is your go-to meal to order when you dine out? Your favorite
“I know it will hit the spot” item.
I try so hard to break away from this, but whenever I think a
steak will be cooked properly, tender and very rare I have to go for that one. I
know it’s boring, but a perfect steak with chunky home-cut chips and a salad is
just miraculous. And a bottle of good red wine too; steak’s naked without it. Oh,
and some French mustard on the side.
Would you rather stay inside and watch snow falling, or get
out in it and build a snowman?
I’d be out there, wrapped up and getting soaking wet. Snow is
my absolute favourite weather to play in.
What is your favorite quote?
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
If the hero of your latest book called you on the phone, what
would be a perfect ringtone for him?
Blur – Tender is the Night. A creature of the night, throbbing
and sensual, that’s Liam.

About the Book

Title One Night in San Francisco
Genre Erotic romance
Author Name Cass Peterson
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): R
Blurb Nicky and Liam have only twenty four short hours to find
out if their instantaneous attraction can develop into something more than an electric
mile-high fumble. San Francisco has everything they need to put their previous disastrous
relationships behind them but when they lose touch with each other almost immediately,
fate seems to have other ideas. As the precious hours tick away, Liam moves heaven
and earth to find the woman of his (filthiest) dreams before she leaves the city.
Will he get to her in time?

Buy This Book

Tirgearr Publishing
No links yet, but they will be here when the book is released:
http://casspeterson.co.uk/books/city-nights-one-night-in-san-francisco/

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Amazon
Author Page http://www.amazon.com/Cass-Peterson/e/B00E39TNNY/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_7

Boroughs Publishing 

This is Day 7 of Publisher Week featuring Boroughs Publishing
Group. For the last week, Romance Lives Forever has showcased this publisher and
its authors.

Publisher’s Week – Boroughs Publishing Group
Yesterday we visited new worlds and alternate realities, where
everything is at risk for the ultimate prize – true love. Today, on our last day
*sigh* of our Publisher’s Week, we are going to tug at your heartstrings. Yep, no
Romance is complete without having to dab at a few tears.


Unwanted Vows

To safely raise her daughter, Samantha Hollister must join wounded
U.S. Army veteran
Morgan Lawrence in rediscovering an old love that never truly
disappeared.

Meeting Miss Mystic

Both emotionally and physically scarred from an accident, Zoe
Flannigan must take a journey to meet Paul Johansson—and to discover a love as beautiful
and boundless as the wide Montana sky.

Better as a Memory

Atlanta image consultant Victoria Sharpe is about to give a makeover
to the man who broke her heart in college, and a do-over to a love that always should
have been.
On behalf of everyone at Boroughs Publishing Group, THANK YOU,
Kayelle for a fabulous week!

Submissions

Are you an author? Fantastic. We adore authors. We’re seeking
submissions from writers who can deliver the emotional punch readers crave. Space
cowboys, gargoyles, the hunk next-door and crusty cops welcome. Boroughs Publishing
Group will not limit your imagination; we encourage creative freedom. Stick to the
tropes of the genre or push the envelope, as long as you’re providing well written
incredible story-telling we’re game. Read more: http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/submit

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