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Thank you to Rachel Schieffelbein for bringing us this fun blog hop. And congratulations on your soon-to-be-released story, Secondary Characters. And thank you also to all these lovely co-hosts: Theresa Paolo, Kelley Lynn, Jessica Saylor, Jenny Morris Cassie Mae
Sometimes secondary characters steal the show, (or the book) and become our favorites. Whether it’s the funny best friend or that goofy kid next door,
we want to know what secondary characters
you just couldn’t get enough of and why.
I’ve got a few characters I’d like to mention.
First is my own character. Which unfortunately is in an unpublished novel, so it’s not available to read.
Murphy from THE PROPER WAY TO SAY GOODBYE. He is the best friend of my main character Chloe. He is a totally sweet guy—not the hottest one, not the wittiest, but loyal and caring. But I’m biased of course. And I hope you all will be able to meet him someday an love him just as much as I do.
Another character I really liked was Laura from CLAWS by Will Weaver. She’s a spunky girl, tough on the outside, but hurting on the inside. The main character was Jed, and the book was good, but I also think the story would’ve been fun to hear from her pov.
This is an old one, and it’s from a movie, but I’m going to go with Chunk from THE GOONIES. He’s the chubby-funny kid, pictured on the right, kneeling down.
I was a kid when this movie came out and loved it. I watched it recently with my kids, and I still laughed. Chunk is a riot, and he’s got several great scenes. He’s the kind of kid who isn’t necessarily trying to be funny, but is. A little dopey, but he makes you laugh and is a good, loyal friend.
So I know you probably haven’t read THE PROPER WAY, but have you seen THE GOONIES or read CLAWS?
Here is the linky list to go check out the others.
Whether it’s the funny best friend or that goofy kid next door,
we want to know what secondary characters
you just couldn’t get enough of and why.
Theresa Paolo, Kelley Lynn, Jessica Saylor, Jenny Morris
Rachel is also planning on giving away a three chapter critique along with an ebook of Secondary Characters, which releases on May 28th.
Cassie Mae and Kelley Lynn will also pick a winner to get either an ebook of
Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend,
or a signed copy of Fraction of Stone.
So sign up on the linky list below and start thinking about your favorite secondary characters!
Here’s how the blog hop works:
Step One: Sign up on the linky below
Step Two: Dust off those old sappy diaries bursting with teenage angst or high school notebooks filled with bad poetry*
Step Three: Skim through them until you find something share-worthy
Step Four: On Monday, March 25 POST IT on your blog
Optional: We all love seeing old photos, so if you have one lying around of you as a teen, post that, too.
Thank you to the hosts of My So Called Teenage Life (Part Deux): Amy Sonnichsen and Christa Desir and Andrea.
I did this the last time, see here here for my previous post, and it was so much fun looking through old journals, I had to do it again. So thank you ladies.
My journals started around 8th grade and went through the end of high school. Sadly they are filled with so much crap. You know, like, who was seeing/breaking up with who. Mundane boring things. Then every once in a while there are funny little snippets from my classmates. And embarrassing things that happened to others mostly, because I wouldn’t want to put in writing what happened to me.
And then, I find something like this one below. Now I’d like to state that I was a fairly normal, average, boring teenager. A quiet, reserved, good kid. Yes, I did some illegal things sometimes, (alcohol mostly), but I didn’t over do it. So what I’m trying to say is I wasn’t overly dramatic.
So proud of myself at first, but then it degrades into stupidity.
January 1st, 1990 (my sophomore year)
Well in a new way this year has been great. Communist parties falling everywhere. Berlin Wall open. The uprise in China. Noreiga in Panama.
Are you impressed with my knowledge of current events in 10th grade? Well don’t be, cause then I say this:
People argue that people (teens) in the 1920s+ had it harder then now. Depression and all. I disagree.
(Probably because I did NOT live through the depression.)
They didn’t have to deal with AIDS, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, MURDER, CRIME, SEX. Anything of that sort.
Yes, I did capitalize that all.
But, um really, ridiculous teenage girl. Are you serious? Let’s break this down a little.
AIDS: To this day, I still don’t know anyone with AIDS. Of course someone may have it, and I might not know, but in high school? Pretty sure nobody in our school was dealing with that because we probably would’ve heard about it since it wasn’t so common yet.
DRUGS: So as an adult, I realize I was blind to many things in school. Yeah, you know who the losers are who won’t graduate because they’re hooked on alcohol or whatever. But sometimes the regular kids came in to school drunk or high. And I was completely unaware. And senior year, if you would’ve asked me to identify any type of illegal drug, would I have been able to? No. Did I know who the dealers were? No.
ALCOHOL: Okay, I’ll maybe give the teenage me that one. But my friends were good; they didn’t encourage stupid behavior all the time like some teens do. But I did know lots of kids that drank too much.
MURDER: So I’m going to give you some crime statistics from 1991, because that’s what I found, and they’re pretty similar to 1990. Eight people were murdered in the State of North Dakota in 1991. Yes, eight. In six of the cases, the assailant was known to the victim(s). Two were unknown. One of these occurred in my town, the 3rd biggest city in the state. The rest elsewhere. I’m pretty sure that murder was not a big worry of mine.
CRIME: There were 407 violent crimes reported in 1991. That includes murder, manslaughter, rape, aggravated assault, and robbery. 407 out of approximately 650,000 people. I don’t know, that doesn’t seem that high, but what do I know.
SEX: I’m not quite sure what this meant. High rates of teenage pregnancy? I don’t know. There was the rare occasion that someone in school got pregnant, but I wasn’t aware of any until my senior year. Meaning once again, I was probably blind and dumb to all that.
So now you’re probably shaking your head like I did. Because I’m pretty damn sure I would’ve taken growing up in the 80s and 90s rather than the 20s. But I guess teenage me wasn’t so smart as current me.
So did you think you had it bad during your teenage years?
And go check out the other bloggers to see what they came up with from their teenage years.
Thank you to Cupid at Cupid’s Literary Connection for hosting the Blind Speed Dating Contest. Here’s my kissing scene entry.
THE PROPER WAY TO SAY GOODBYE
Setup: About 2/3 way through the story. Chloe (age 18) and Sasha (21) have just returned from visiting Chloe’s best friend, where she revealed for the first time (to anyone) that she is gay and that Sasha is her girlfriend. Now they are in Chloe’s room, and it’s the first time she will be sleeping in a bed with Sasha.
“Are you sure this is all right?” she asked. Her tank top hugged her breasts, both exciting and terrifying me. I needed new pajamas. Ratty t-shirts and shorts wouldn’t cut it anymore.
“I promise to stay on my side.” Her grin reassured me, and she tugged the hair band off one of her braids. Then the second. She grabbed the braid to unwind it.
“Wait.” My mind spun a hundred different directions. Would she think I was weird?
She didn’t say a word as I scooted over—my knees barely touching her back. I took hold of one braid and slowly unwound it. Then the second. The scent of Sasha—her sweet peach lotion, filled my nose as I spread my fingers through her silky hair like I’d always wanted to. I could sit like this all night long but stopped, worried again she’d think I was strange.
Sasha twisted around and placed her hand on my cheek. Her fingers burned a tender trail down to my chin, and I wanted to freeze this moment, to gaze into her deep blue eyes forever.
Eyes that understood me. That accepted me. That wanted me.
Her hand gripped my neck, and her lips welcomed mine, making me feel like the only thing that mattered. Like I never wanted to breathe so I could just drink in her lips.
Sasha pulled back; her sigh resonated deep inside of me. Her fingers squeezed my knee, and even though she wore only a small smile, her eyes said she was feeling everything I was.
She turned away, but I didn’t want this to end. I pressed my body into hers, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder.
Her smooth hands caressed mine. Those first days in class, I’d thought Sasha was perfect. She wasn’t. And I wasn’t either.
But this was… perfect.
“I love you, Chloe.”
Her words hung there, scaring me, but also filling me with a happiness I’d never known. I wanted this—her—more than anything, and I knew the words I would say were true.
“I love you too.”
That’s it. So go to Cupid’s site to see more entrants.
Thank you to Annalisa Crawford and Kyra Lennon for hosting the Imaginary Friends Bloghop.
They want to know about your imaginary friend. What were they called? How old were you? Were they naughty or nice? If you didn’t have one, were there ever times when you could have used one? Did you ever set fire to your mum’s favorite rug and have to take the blame yourself?
I did not have any imaginary friends growing up, so I’ll share another story. I don’t remember how old I was when this happened, but I may have been in jr. high. Or around there somewhere.
One day, my mom smelled something funny in the bathroom. From the closet. A place where bad smells do not usually originate. So she looked and discovered a Ziploc bag with a piece of stinky fish. It had been frozen at one time, but not anymore.
Now it wasn’t me. And my older brother said it wasn’t him. And my dad said it wasn’t him. And my mom found it. And our dog couldn’t reach into the freezer and then drop the bag in the closet underneath some stuff.
Even years later, nobody will cop to putting it there.
So who did it?
Our house was new when we moved into it… so no ghosts. I blame my brother—maybe sleepwalking. He blames me. Can’t see either of my parents doing it—it’s not their type of humor. So maybe an imaginary friend?
To this day, it’s still a mystery.
How about you? Any imaginary friends?
Thank you to Stephen Tremp , C.M. Brown, Elise Fallson and Mark Koopmans for hosting this fun bloghop.
Here is what it’s about: An opportunity to re-introduce ourselves to the ever-expanding blogging community. Simply take a moment and tell us something interesting about yourself. Anything. It can be about writing. Or blogging. Or a hidden talent. Perhaps you’re in the Witness Protection Program. Feel free to keep your post short. This is meant to be a quick and fun Blogfest.
My name is Suzi. Yes, my given name. (That seems to surprise a lot of people.)
Not Susan, Sue, Suzanne, Sue, Suz, or Suzie Q.
And if you call me one of the names from the above line, and you’re not a good friend or family, I’ll roll my eyes inwardly, because you weren’t paying attention when I told you my name.
But I won’t correct you.
My parents wanted to be different I guess, so they named me about the least used form of Suzi. (Others are Suzie, Suzy, Susie, Suze ) So that means that basically, I ALWAYS have to spell my name out because nobody gets it right.
Growing up, I probably only knew of a few other Suzi’s (and they were actually spelled differently.) I had none in my grade.
I used to hate it. I don’t anymore.
So what about you? Do you have a common or uncommon name? And do you like it?
1. How many speeding tickets have you gotten?
Two of them-many years ago. And FYI: do not get a ticket in Minnesota, they’re expensive!
2. Can you pitch a tent?
Yes. The last time I did it was this summer with my son at Cub Scout camp.
3. What was your worst vacation ever?
I’ve never had a worst vacation. Maybe I blocked it out because it was so bad.
4. What was the last thing you bought over $100?
Single item. A laptop several months ago. But I don’t use it, my husband does. He didn’t like the three little lines running down the screen of our old one. They don’t bother me though.
5. We’re handing you the keys to what?
A 7 passenger crossover vehicle. Don’t have a specific brand yet, haven’t looked into it.
6. What was the last meal you cooked that made even you sick?
Stroganoff. Not because it was bad, because I ate too darn much. Tummy ache.
7. Fill in the blank: Oh my gosh! Becky, look at her butt! It is so big. She looks like a train.
8. What was your first car?
1987 Chevy Cavalier in 1991 (I think.) Had it for two whole months before someone rear-ended me and it was totaled. So I really consider my first car to be a 1987 Pontiac Sunbird, which I loved, and drove from 1991-1997.
9. Your best friend falls and gets hurt. Do you ask if he/she’s okay or laugh first?
Definitely ask. Unless she’s laughing.
10. What’s the worst song ever?
I have no absolute worst, but I heard this one today, before I wrote the post. Voices Carry by Til Tuesday. Really, I do not mind the song, except for the chorus. I can’t understand a word of the chorus and it’s repeated often. It’s annoying.
What I think the chorus lyrics are: Oh Josh, even out now, oh so scary. (no, that doesn’t make sense)
Actual lyrics: Hush, hush, keep it down now, voices carry
So thanks to Emily and Tammy for hosting this fun blog hop. And click on either of their names above to go to the list of other participants so you can go check their answers out too.
It’s Monday, November 12th. And that means it’s Captcha Craptcha Day.
Small Town Shelly Brown has designated today as as Captcha Craptcha Day along with her bloghop hosts, Jolene Perry, Randy Lindsay, and James Duckett.
So in honor of CCD (I didn’t want to write that out again), and to encourage others to shut this feature off on their blogs, we get to talk about why we hate captcha.
For those who don’t know, captcha is that little box that appears when you want to post a comment on a blog–word verification. It asks to type in the code to prove you’re not a robot. Which means a spammer. (Bloggers hate spammers, along with everyone else, except spammers themselves.)
But mostly captcha just annoys us regular people.
So these are my thoughts.
I hate captcha. Mostly because I always screw it up. Sometimes those letters are hard to read. I’m a good typist, really I am. So I don’t get how I do it wrong so often. A lot of times it takes one retype. But sometimes two. And every once in a while three.
I tried to listen to the audio once. That didn’t work well.
But I am not one of those people who gives up. So if you use captcha, I will still leave that comment, but I know others who won’t.
So do the whole blogging world a favor, and shut off captcha. Your readers will thank you! (Go to Shelly’s site above to get directions on how to do this.)
Oh, and don’t feel bad if you didn’t know what captcha meant, cause I didn’t know until just recently either.
Welcome to the Genre Favorites Blogfest hosted by Alex J. Cavanaugh. Check here to see all the participants.
Favorite Genre of Movie:
I’ve always loved a great horror flick, and had one friend in high school who watched them all with me. Freddy, Jason, Michael Myers… A few of my favorites from the early years include Children of the Corn and Hellraiser.
Favorite Genre of Music:
Wow. I’m not sure exactly what to say for this one because I don’t know exactly how to classify it. I suppose rock music. But alternative rock is probably mixed in. Lite rock too.
Favorite Genre of Books:
Definitely contemporary young adult. I wrote my first YA story, then starting reading others. Fell in love with it and now read it all the time. I still love thrillers, adult contemporary, and historical fiction, to name a few others.
I think taking the time to completely watch a good (mind numbing) slasher movie is something I rarely do. Usually I have the laptop and half watch, have do computer stuff. Sometimes it’s fun to laugh at the ridiculousness of the gore.
Now go to Alex’s site to check out some other people’s favorites.
Thank you to Deana Barnhart for organizing the Gearing Up To Get An Agent Blogfest. Check out her site for all the details.
Today is the pitch polish blog hop for those who did not get into the official one posted on Deana’s blog. I didn’t even submit mine because I didn’t have my revised edition ready, so I thought I’d try the blog hop instead.
Here is my entry.
Title: The Proper Way to Say Goodbye
Genre: Contemporary YA
Word Count: 72,000 words
Only one person knew Chloe was gay, and his love and support disappeared when he hung himself.
Chloe starts her freshman year of college with two big secrets. She hides her sexuality, afraid it may affect her friendships and jeopardize her mother’s job, and tells nobody of her brother Brock’s suicide.
She is stunned to learn her crush, and teaching assistant Sasha, was friends with Brock. As their relationship deepens, Sasha reveals the reason behind Brock’s suicide, that he was sexually abused as a child. Chloe refuses to believe it, until she reads Brock’s journals. But even they don’t explain what pushed him over the edge, and she continues the search for the answer why.
After finding Brock’s last journal, she is consumed with his plan to take revenge on his molester. But Chloe’s obsession comes at a cost, and she might have to give up everything she’s ever wanted—her girlfriend, her best friend, and her sanity—in order to discover Brock’s final secret.
1st 150 words
The biggest thing I had in common with my older brother Brock was that we both liked girls. And he often reminded me of that fact. His whispers still invaded my mind two months after he committed suicide. It wasn’t really Brock talking. I didn’t need a therapist to tell me that, but sometimes his words comforted me. Other times they annoyed me.
I slouched in my chair during Freshman Composition, my first semester of college. I couldn’t take my eyes off Sasha. Her long blonde hair. The way her red lips moved. Her deep, sexy voice.
Sasha… Sasha… Sasha…
I’d do her, Brock said in my head. A surprise considering he preferred silly party girls over professional educated ones.
Shut up, I silenced him, the blush creeping into my face. Good thing she was my teacher, and I had to watch her. What would she do if she could hear my thoughts?
So that’s it. I’d appreciate any comments you may have. And here are the other blog hop participants.