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New Shoes

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I’d pinned this onto my Pinterest account, under the board called “When There Are No Words”—
But I felt the need to put it here.
I remembered seeing this photo in a retro Life Magazine many years ago, and it stayed with me all this time. I finally found it online last week, and simply had to post it.

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This is a photo of six-year old Werfel, who lived in an orphanage in Austria, circa 1946. He has just been given his very first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross, and the ecstasy on the child’s face says it all.
I would think of it often, especially if I was tempted to indulge in a pity party for whatever reason.
Straightened me right up.

Category: General Blah Blah — Raine @ 5:58 am ·   Comments (2)
Social-izing

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With a little spare recovery tie on my hands, I’ve ventured outside of my usual comfort zone and taken up with a couple of other forms of social media beyond blogging. Not only because writing can be a very isolating sort of sport, but because these two really seemed interesting to me. Now, how much time I’ll spend with them is another topic, lol, But for now I’m content to visit–and hope others will check them out too. :big:

The main reason PINTEREST grabbed my interest were the visuals and fodder for potential story ideas. I firmly believe that most writers are very visually-oriented. It was quite a treat for me to find this place where people posted photos and videos on boards with subjects of their own making, or maintaining a private place there to store images for yourself alone. I am @Raineweaver on Pinterest; but you can also do searches by subject.

I’ve also just signed onto WATTPAD, also an interesting site. A place to post, find, and read free fiction by writers, from basic beginners to the likes of Sandra Brown and Margaret Atwood. There are also clubs to join if that’s your thing, and the potential for free feedback from unbiased readers. I thought it might be another good way to nudge myself to write more, and I can post whatever wips I’ve started here on the site without dragging them out here on the blog. I haven’t decided whether I’ll do the Thursday entries inspired by PBW, or continue “Cold Reading” there, but I will be posting.
Swing by and say hi to either sometime! :wink:
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Category: General Blah Blah — Raine @ 5:21 am ·   Comments Off
Fiction

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I took a moment this weekend to follow my hero on Twitter. :big:

And actually, it’s more bizarre than it sounds, lol.

I’ve spoken here before about some of the strange, synchronous circumstances that can occur when you’re a creator of fiction. My first experience came with one of my first completed mss. The heroine lived in a warm clime, drove an old-style Volkswagon Love-Bug, and her name was Roxanne St. Clair.
Less than two years later, an about-to-be pubbed author joined one of my online wrters’ groups. She lived in a warm clime, had once owned a Volkswagon Love-Bug…and her name was Roxanne St. Clair.

Fast-forward to a couple of years ago, after my novel
HOTTER THAN HELL was epubbed. It featured a novella called “Raveous”, with a hero named Adam Bachmann.
And wasn’t I surprised when I received an email from a total stranger one day. He just wanted to let me know he’d seen my book described on Google. And that his name was Adam Bachmann, he lived in New York…and he had a band there called “Ravenous”.

Mr. Bachmann followed me on Twitter this weekend and we touched bases again. He seems to be doing fine, and I’m hopeful he’ll stay that way, as long as he doesn’t hook up with a demoness named Leila. :cool:

But it did give me pause to think. I’m thinking of creating a brand new mysterious hero for a brand new story.
And I think I’ll name him Wynn Lottery
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Category: Behind the Book,Writing — Raine @ 5:33 am ·   Comments Off
Happy Anniversary, Mel!

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Come and join blogging buddy MELISSA BLUE in celebrating her tenth year as a writer.
She’s offering all kinds of goodies as giveaways. And let’s face it–anybody who can remain relatively sane in this field for ten years deserves to celebrate, lol. :cool:

Join the party!! :big:
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Category: Shameless Promotion,Writing — Raine @ 4:55 pm ·   Comments Off
Inhaling

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Sooo…
After a short-lived setback, I’m back on the road to recovery. I suppose it would’ve been too easy to simply get well without a glitch. An important change in a storyline requires complications, after all. :roll:

And I find myself grasping at the dangling threads of the end of this summer season. Can’t believe how quickly this one went by! And while I do love autumn, the thought of the season that shall remain nameless just beyond that puts a real damper on the enjoyment. So I’m getting as much sun on my face as possible and inhaling the warmth.

And I’ve even managed to do a little writing–which goes a long way toward making things seem better. :big:
Get out there and enjoy what’s left!

Category: General Blah Blah — Raine @ 1:53 am ·   Comments (2)
Home Sweet Home

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I am home.
That, my friends, is a good thing.

Not just in the sense of being back at the blogging, although there is that. I miss sharing the ups and downs of the work, talking about the writing. I’ve been so out of touch recently I haven’t even visited my favorite blogs.

Having just made it through a major surgical procedure that did not go as smoothly as I might’ve hoped, I’m even happier to be home. Five days in the hospital, two blood transfusions and five days in rehab later I managed to make good my escape. And that was exactly how it felt, lol. The sun shimmered more strongly, the sky was bluer, the air sweeter than I could remember it all being in a very long time. I may not have been free of problems or pain, but I was free of those damn doctors for the first time in nearly two weeks–and it felt completely liberating!

So I am home. And so utterly glad to be here.
And there is a small bonus. I get recovery time for healing. Spare time.
And who knows? I might have to do something really silly with it.
Like write. :lol:

Category: General Blah Blah — Raine @ 2:26 am ·   Comments (2)
Cold Reading II

Fortune

COLD READING

“You absolutely deserve to get screwed around, Brandywine T. Alexis.”

Brandy muttered the words to herself, even as a large, imposing man entered her tent and, without a word, sat directly opposite her. What the heck, let him suspect she was crazy. She already thought so.

As if moving back to the small town of Corinth, Ohio hadn’t been traumatic enough. Her whirlwind romance with politics in Washington D.C. had left her craving the basics of home and hearth, and she’d made the wholehearted jump, even volunteering to man the fortune telling booth at this summer’s county fair. But after fourteen hours of thick mascara, trying for smoky, mysterious looks, and huge golden hoops that threatened to split her earlobes she was more than ready to call it a night.

The gentleman caller had chosen the last official five minutes of the fair to come to her for a reading. And suddenly lying politicians who kissed babies in the daytime and blackmailing babes at night didn’t seem so unattractive after all…
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“Good evening.” His voice was almost disturbingly deep, effortlessly demanding her attention as he slid a twenty dollar bill across the table. “I hear you do fortunes.” Full, strong lips beneath an impressive stubble of beard twitched in amusement. “Go ahead. Amaze me.”

Oh, great. Someone looking for a challenge at a small-town country fair on the verge of calling it a night. Brandy had already helped several other people pack up their booths. She’d listened to Mrs. Burns agonize over losing yet another pie baking contest, and helped Celia Hough load her twin calves back onto their trailer. Hell, she’d even laughed at the naughty Jello molds Mrs. Mallory sold only to very special customers. And now that she was ready to go—needed to go—she couldn’t. Sneaking a peek at the cell phone she’d hidden behind her stylized crystal ball she drummed restless fingers on the money. Jen still hadn’t called. Jen, the younger sister who’d chosen this night to escape her abusive boyfriend, and who’d promised to give Brandy a ring as soon as she was safe. “As much as I’d like to help you, sir, it really is very late. Maybe another time?”

“The sign at the entrance says the fair closes at midnight. That gives us another three minutes or so.” He leaned forward and Brandy eased away, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. “You can talk utter nonsense if you’d like. I almost wouldn’t mind. Just move your lips for me. I’ve been dreaming about those lips for the past three years.”

“I—I beg your pardon?”

“Kissing booth.”

Kissing booth. Three years ago? Well yeah, she’d manned the fair’s kissing booth once. It was a time for fruited lip gloss and a silly poodle skirt, the summer before she’d left for Washington. But that was on a whim, just another way to earn a few bucks for the civic charities she’d favored. There was nothing special about it, no reason it should’ve meant anything to anyone.

Especially a perfect stranger…

Category: General Blah Blah — Raine @ 1:00 am ·   Comments (2)
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