Counting my blessings and wishing you more.
Hope you enjoy the New Year in store.
Have a joyous New Year, my dear friend!
Merry Christmas
Wishing you and your loved ones a very Merry Christmas!
Christmas Carol
by Sara Teasdale
The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs–
They had not any gold.
The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.
The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.
The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.
The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.
Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Do I Know You?
Merry Christmas! Are you ready for Santa? I wish all of you a very happy holiday filled with love and happiness. Wherever you are and however you plan to spend the day, I hope it exceeds your expectations.
But first, welcome to my contribution to the Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly blog hop where a gathering of authors post 8 to 10 sentences of a current work-in-progress. You can find the complete list of participating authors at http://www.wewrima.com as well as the instructions on how to join in next week’s hop if you so desire.
Last week I shared a snippet from Rise of the Angerroots, a story that I hope to finish early in the new year. It’s been one of my favorites to write and I’m looking forward to sharing it. Max had just discovered that his fiancee is still alive and he knows where she’s hiding. This week we jump ahead a little to the point when finally he comes face to face with her again. Their reunion isn’t what he is expecting.
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“Do I know you?” she said at last, breaking the awkward silence that hung between them.
His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. Was she making a joke? He searched her eyes for some sign of recognition but there did not appear to be any.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as his mind raced and his heart pounded, “I thought you were someone else.”
“That’s okay.”
And just like that, she turned her attention back to the task at hand. All of the years that had passed between them had been erased. A pain clenched his stomach as though someone had punched him hard in the gut. He hadn’t been one to believe in second chances but now he wondered.
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As always, thank you for reading and I look forward to your thoughts. I won’t be participating in next week’s hop so I will see you again in January!
Fellow authors, I am planning to open up my blog for interviews and book spotlights in the new year. If you would like to reserve a spot, send me an email at ingramsl (at) gmail (dot) com. Please feel free!
Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – The Quest to Find Her
Welcome to my contribution to Weekend Writing Warriors! During this awesome blog hop many wonderfully talented authors share 8 to 10 sentences from a current work-in-progress. For the official list of participating authors, visit http://www.wewriwa.com and feel free to sign up for next week’s list! This is a friendly bunch.
I’m scratching my head this week as I decide what I will share. I admit, my writing has slowed considerably since entering December. The closer we get to Christmas, the busier I am with pretty much everything else. Most of my writing projects have hit a standstill. However, since I still have a few projects in various stages of completion, I am eager to continue sharing my weekly snippets. It’s just a matter of deciding which one!
Last week I shared a bit of my zombie story. I suppose this week I will switch gears yet again and share a story that is a long time in the making, but of all the stories I’ve written, it’s so far one of my favorites. It’s currently titled Obdormio, Rise of the Angerroots.
As always, I thank you for taking the time to visit my page and reading my snippet. I would love to read your thoughts on what I’ve shared and I hope you’ll return again next week.
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“You’re the only one left who can protect her,” the older man had told him.
At first Max didn’t want to believe it. It would have made the pain a little more tolerable knowing she was dead. He could finally lay the past to rest. Although her father had supplied very few details to help Max on this quest, he knew even then, it was a quest he couldn’t refuse. It was his duty as her betrothed to find her.
Even if she didn’t want to be found.
He looked back at the crumpled paper in his hands. After all this time, after all the lost sleep, the worrying, the waiting, finally, he held the evidence in his grasp that she was alive.
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Be sure to return to http://www.wewriwa.com to read more snippets from my fellow authors. Enjoy your day!
Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Chocolate and a Break-Up
Happy Sunday! It’s the best day of the week because today my fellow writing warriors and I get to share eight to ten sentences from what we’ve been writing. Check out the official site at http://www.wewriwa.com and enjoy reading the various posts.
In November I shared weekly snippets from my NaNoWriMo novel, Blood Moon. Now that December is here and Blood Moon is undergoing extensive rewrites (ugh), I’m going to switch gears and share some bits of the story I was working on in October. The first draft isn’t quite finished but so far, it’s been a fun story to tell.
What could be worse than a break-up? Zombies…
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Amy snatched the chocolate bars from my grip as if not even chocolate could put everything right in the world again.
“I don’t know why you’re so surprised,” I said with a sulk, “It’s not like this hasn’t been a long time coming. Edgar and I were never right for each other.”
“Edgar pushed you to face a side of yourself that you didn’t want to see.”
She stopped when she saw the look of horror in my eyes. It wasn’t in Amy’s nature to be so desperate and cruel. Why did she care so much if I broke up with Edgar or any other guy for that matter?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” she said. Then, much to my relief, she dropped the candy bars into my cart and shoved her hands deep into her pockets.
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As always, I look forward to your feedback as I continue writing my story. Now, be sure to hop over to http://www.wewriwa.com and check out my fellow authors and I will see you again next week!
Stephanie Ingram 