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[Deleted Scene] Etlan

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Thank you, Facebook memories for this gem.

A deleted scene from Etlan – Book 1: Storm Warning.

A stuffed animal hit the back of her head. “What the-?” She turned and stared incredulously at Kerry. “You’re supposed to be helping me figure this crap out, not using me for target practice! What the hell kind of friend are you?” She ducked as a purple rabbit flew by.

“The kind that isn’t gonna sit here and listen to you whine.” Kerry held up a green teddy bear. “And has a fully stocked arsenal of plush projectiles.” She grinned. “So…go grab a notebook and start writing, or does Good Luck Bear need to get up close and personal with your face?”

[When Love Dies] Blooper.

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Okay, so one of my beta readers, Erwin, is obsessed with Vikings. He’s constantly suggesting I add more vikings to whatever I’m writing, regardless of  genre/format/etc.. Don’t ask me, I don’t get it. I like the mythology, runes, and the way Chris Hemsworth looks as Thor, but that’s where my interest ends.

Anyway. So while writing Chapter 2 of When Love Dies, I came to a block in the flow, and Erwin once again started suggesting that I add vikings. This is what came from that. Enjoy.

(Spoilers for Chapter 2)

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With Friends Like That…

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Random bit of brain-droppings (as a friend called it)

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“This is all your fault!”

My best friend slid into the booth next to me and signaled for the waitress blithely. “My, don’t you look cheery today. What’s wrong? A little too much urine in your breakfast cereal of choice?”

“My dog is dead; my wife has left me; my family is two heartbeats from disowning my ass; the family preacher won’t return my phone calls; and it is All. Your. Fault.”

“You don’t know he’s dead…he probably just ran away.” My friend didn’t even bother looking at me. “Your wife has, literally, slept with just about every man in town, and half the women; your family are a bunch of hypocrites, and your preacher is a sanctimonious prick.” He shrugged. “So even if it were somehow my fault, and I don’t see how it possibly could be, you should be thanking me, not glaring at me like you’re measuring me for a coffin.”

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In other news, ETLAN is coming along great. Finally got the rewrite done for chapter 4, and the editing is done for up to chapter 9. Yay for progress!

Writing exercises?

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This is what happens when friends try to help me get into my character’s mindsets:

Envisioning a scene where your characters are talking … and the Kool-aid guy busts through the wall and yells, “OH YEAH !!!” ……. and then everybody reacts the way they would react .. based on who they are ….

Alex: *grows tree trunks around Mr. Kool-aid, holding him in place*
Emma: I’m getting a cup.
Kerry: Bring me one too?
Emma: Are your legs broke?
Kerry: No, and no, I don’t want them to be, so yes, I’ll get my own damn cup.
Heather: WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? MR. KOOL-AID JUST BURST THROUGH THE FUCKING WALL, AND YOU’RE GETTING CUPS?!
Emma: ….What? We’re thirsty….it’s kool-aid….