Monday, December 31, 2007


HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! May we all have many lucrative sales and read many wonderful books.

Sunday, December 30, 2007


I thought I'd share a snip from today's progress.

Bound by Honor copyright 2007 Carol A. Spradling

The blurred image of a woman’s face melted in front of Leah’s eyes. Two blue marble-like orbs swirled above a small, pink mouth that stretched grotesquely wide. No white squares showed between the lips. Was it possible the woman was toothless? The voice echoed distantly, mumbling, but never became clear enough for comprehension. She blinked and the face contorted further into long, geometric lines. Her nose remained stationary and as the head turned from side to side, it gave the illusion of the nostrils sliding about, adrift within a hairless boundary.
Frigid fingers, dripping like icicles touched her cheek and pulled open her mouth. Cold pewter pressed against her tongue and a thick liquid slithered down her throat. Snakes, she thought. Her stomach rumbled as the reptiles slid home. She shivered and gagged as the nose slid off of the woman’s misshapen chin. Leah glanced down in time to see it hop about the floor and then vanish.
“Don’t you know how to prevent this?” asked the molten lips. The voice, though distant and billowy, was becoming more distinct. The woman placed the brown bottle on a table. “He must have carried some kind of a prize for you to be so careless. I can’t say that I blame you. I’ve known one or two of my own.” She lifted a lock of Leah’s hair. “Or did you get this way on purpose and he threw you out? Too bad you weren’t part of my house. A girl like you would have been a favorite. Of course, you’d have to adhere to my rules. I don’t want a man to leave behind any lengthy reminders of his visit, though it does happen from time to time. That’s why I take care of those things posthaste, can’t have my business suffering for it.” She made a clicking noise with her tongue and turned to leave. “Such a shame.”

Saturday, December 29, 2007

A hare at a tortoise's pace.

I've hit a really good stretch in BBH where the words are flying. I really hope to take advantage of the next few days and crank out a big section of story. Keep in mind, I am a slow typist so even at record speed, my progress will be slow. I love having uninterrupted time. That and a blue moon.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Friday, December 21, 2007


As I drove to work this morning, I looked over at a plane preparing for takeoff. I was so tempted to turn and go to the airport, walk up to the desk, and say, "Give me a seat on the next plane. Destination? I don't care, just let me board." I am past the point of exhaustion. I won't go into what has sent me there, but I do not like it.

On a brighter note...I worked through the snag. Everything is humming again.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

I hope this wasn't a wasted week.

Ugh. I have spent a solid week on one chapter. It is driving me crazy. I know what it needs, but don't know what to add. I need a physical action to take place. What I have is...Two women are bringing contraband grain to a family. A huge no-no. I went down the checklist. They could get caught. They could have a problem with the horse/buggy. They could be received badly. They could not make it to their destination. Thinking...thinking...time to bring in a really bad villain. Any thoughts?

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Ya try to get fancy

I thought I would try to spruce up my Christmas cards. I looked all over town for a gold pen. That would be festive. I couldn't find any. However, I did find a silver one. Yes, the Abominable Snowman did enter my mind. (Silver and Gold) I thought, silver...tinsel...Christmas, this will work. Aaaakk. First, it doesn't show up well on the envelope and second, it looks like pencil lead. Eh, I bought it, I'm gonna use it. At least it won't smudge.

FIL Update.

Not the news we hoped for. My fil is coming back nicely from the second heart attack. (Honestly, I would think the hospital would bounce his behind out of there to keep from putting up with his stubbornness.) The thing with him is, he is such a nice man that even when he is doing things that should make you angry, you aren't. You don't meet many people like that. In all the years I've known him, I have to say, even when I knew he was furious, he never acted on it. Amazing.

Anyway, he is getting some test results in. Not good. Cancer. The doctor has said that although it is the slow moving kind, they won't operate because it is in his lung near his heart. He starts radiation on Monday. Maybe that will be enough. I did say he was stubborn.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Not what I had in mind, but still a good morning.

Since I write best in the morning, I decide to get up at 5:00 to work on BBH. This will work well due to my time tonight will be spent chatting live at Coffee Time Romance. I know. A shameless plug. Who would have ever thought that someone who was described as a person afraid to talk to her own shadow would be so audacious? It's all part of promotion, what can I do?

Anyway, I digress. With two hours of writing time at my fingertips, I opened my folders. For some reason, all I managed was tweaking a few chapters. This was not what I had in mind. I gave it lots of thought on my drive to work. I started at the top of the scene and followed it, letting it play out in my mind. As I got to the section that stumped me, I heard a huge clatter. The solution was simple. Although important, this scene lacked action. Never one to disappoint me when action is needed, one character burst onto the scene with an unplanned entrance, (the source of the clatter) the clog burst free and everything moved expediently.

Here I sat in the middle of heavy traffic and no way to get this down. With no choice, I put the scene on a revolving loop in my mind and weaved in between cars before I forgot anything crucial. Not 8:00, I raced to my desk and jotted everything down. Ah, how long until lunch so I can get to my computer? :)

Thursday, December 6, 2007


I have been over at the forum following a few threads. One in particular has been rather enjoyable. There have been several snips of people's ms's that have been poetic and lyrical when read. For me, I tend to shy away from this style of writing because it is an art form that eludes me. However, maybe I can sneak up on it from behind.

What I wonder is, how does one write beautiful prose without heading into that purple area that nauseates readers? Any thoughts?

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Still here, mostly.

Just a quick note to touch base. My attention has been split lately.

We've had a health emergency concerning my father-in-law. Although still in intensive care, he keeps asking to be released. He is such a great guy. I hope they give in soon.

In between visits, I did manage to get final edits back to my editor. This process is very nerve wracking.

I'm glad to see everyone is still hitting the keys.