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1. Okay, new Comcast email browser is DANGEROUS, because it refreshes my inbox automatically. I don't have to reload the page. I don't have to do anything. You might be persuaded to think this means I check email *less* but you would be WRONG.
2. Dear Publishing Gods,
Hi again, me here. Yes, I know it's not my first hello, and I know you're probably getting tired of my book deal candle burning and my vocalized mantras, but I just wanted to say hi, see how you were doing. I guess you know where this is going, but if you could please, you know, put in a good word, I'd really appreciate it. There's some really great editors, and you'd be amazed what a good word can do. For the sake of my inbox, my agent (who is so incredibly tolerant of me), my family (who is arguably even more tolerant), Alex (who is bound to run out of optimism sooner or later) and all the innocent people subjected to me during the waiting game. Thanks.
Yours in faith, desperation and chocolate (I don't even want to get into the amount of sugar consumed in the past three weeks),
Victoria
3. A teaser from KEEPER:
Oliver Port was a brick of a man with a thundering laugh and a broad smile and a heart like the earth under the summer sun, strong and warm. He leaned against the stone sill of the tower and let out a heavy sigh, not sad or wanting but satisfied. The sun filtered in to the room and cast sparks of light against the polished stones, transforming the King’s throne into a blaze of blue (as clear as the river in which it was smoothed). And the king himself, a young man whose eyes held the same glittering light and whose smile made him look even younger, laughed at the picture of his friend, framed in the window.
“I’ve never seen such a lazy fool,” said King Moore good-naturedly, kicking back with a lethargic stretch.
“It’s that time,” said Oliver, eyes half-closed as the late afternoon breeze swept through. He turned to his king and laughed at the exaggerated recline. Moore had draped one leg over the blue and silver arm of his throne. His crown, a band of the same stone, shaved thin and light, sagged against his forehead.
“King Edgar would hate to see you mock your place.”
Moore sprang upright, adjusted his crown and sat with his back plastered against the throne. He gripped the arms, and in that moment assumed a stance stoic and severe. The image would have been impressive, if not for the smile that teased his lips constantly.
“I am as much as king as my brother,” said Moore, imitating Edgar’s deep tone. Oliver could not help but smile as the king relinquished his game and slid back down into the chair. Then, after barely a breath had passed, he sprang to his feet.
“Let’s take a walk through the city.”
He cast his crown to the abandoned throne. Moore was like that, a man with a heart of wind, light as air and always changing course. But wind-borne hearts should not be kings.
EDIT: I'm just now noticing that I have this aversion to posting teasers for action-filled scenes. I always choose snippets of description. I wonder why that it. Note to self: post excerpts in which things HAPPEN. I sure have enough of them.
2. Dear Publishing Gods,
Hi again, me here. Yes, I know it's not my first hello, and I know you're probably getting tired of my book deal candle burning and my vocalized mantras, but I just wanted to say hi, see how you were doing. I guess you know where this is going, but if you could please, you know, put in a good word, I'd really appreciate it. There's some really great editors, and you'd be amazed what a good word can do. For the sake of my inbox, my agent (who is so incredibly tolerant of me), my family (who is arguably even more tolerant), Alex (who is bound to run out of optimism sooner or later) and all the innocent people subjected to me during the waiting game. Thanks.
Yours in faith, desperation and chocolate (I don't even want to get into the amount of sugar consumed in the past three weeks),
Victoria
3. A teaser from KEEPER:
Oliver Port was a brick of a man with a thundering laugh and a broad smile and a heart like the earth under the summer sun, strong and warm. He leaned against the stone sill of the tower and let out a heavy sigh, not sad or wanting but satisfied. The sun filtered in to the room and cast sparks of light against the polished stones, transforming the King’s throne into a blaze of blue (as clear as the river in which it was smoothed). And the king himself, a young man whose eyes held the same glittering light and whose smile made him look even younger, laughed at the picture of his friend, framed in the window.
“I’ve never seen such a lazy fool,” said King Moore good-naturedly, kicking back with a lethargic stretch.
“It’s that time,” said Oliver, eyes half-closed as the late afternoon breeze swept through. He turned to his king and laughed at the exaggerated recline. Moore had draped one leg over the blue and silver arm of his throne. His crown, a band of the same stone, shaved thin and light, sagged against his forehead.
“King Edgar would hate to see you mock your place.”
Moore sprang upright, adjusted his crown and sat with his back plastered against the throne. He gripped the arms, and in that moment assumed a stance stoic and severe. The image would have been impressive, if not for the smile that teased his lips constantly.
“I am as much as king as my brother,” said Moore, imitating Edgar’s deep tone. Oliver could not help but smile as the king relinquished his game and slid back down into the chair. Then, after barely a breath had passed, he sprang to his feet.
“Let’s take a walk through the city.”
He cast his crown to the abandoned throne. Moore was like that, a man with a heart of wind, light as air and always changing course. But wind-borne hearts should not be kings.
EDIT: I'm just now noticing that I have this aversion to posting teasers for action-filled scenes. I always choose snippets of description. I wonder why that it. Note to self: post excerpts in which things HAPPEN. I sure have enough of them.