The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Members post about their doubts and fears, discuss struggles and triumphs, and offer words of encouragement to others who are struggling.
January’s IWSG question: What writing rule do you wish that you’d never heard of?
What I wish I'd never heard of ....head hopping. Are you clutching your heart and gasping? I know. I know. But have you ever noticed that some of the royalty in the writing world head hops? We've been so programmed not to hop that when it does happen, it's now hard to follow. I'll be the first to admit it can be overdone. But I believe there are times when used it adds depth and texture. When having more than one POV in the same chapter breathes life into a story.
Okay that' s enough sacrilege for one blog, moving on....
The Crystal has been re-released.
How do you like the cover? The cover artist is Charlie Volnek. I love her product and wouldn't hesitate to recommend her. She's great to work with and has always manage to capture my vision. She also created the covers for Minder and Odin Cats.
The road to true love isn't just rocky, it's down right dangerous.
Starting toward the counter to get a closer look at the jewelry, Gabby paused as she caught a glint of color out of the corner of her eye. Shifting, she craned her neck to see but the tinted shimmer disappeared. Curious, she walked in the direction the flash of green came from.
A row of black capes blocked her view. She pushed them aside and stared into the shadowy corner. Hidden in the gloom, was a sea-green crystal ball. It stood in solitary splendor on an antique claw-footed stand.
She took a step forward and ran her index finger along its smooth surface, the globe toasty warm against her damp skin.
Drawn, she splayed her fingers until her palms nestled around it. A delicious wave of heat ran through her, like sitting in front of a crackling fire on a cold winter day.
Ecstasy coursed through her body.
Transfixed, she watched glowing green change to blue, its hues dancing and sparking like moonbeams on the water.
The crystal pulsed beneath her hand.
By degrees, the feeling of warmth disappeared and fear crept in. Her breath hitched as the color in the crystal fell away and a face formed. Its blurred outline moved back and forth, wraithlike and then sprang into sharp focus.
The blood drained from her face, as her nerveless fingers dropped from the ball. The face in the globe belonged to the hard-eyed stranger she’d bumped into outside the shop only moments before.
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