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Tuesday Tales on Track

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- trackThis will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~


It was then I realized I hadn't selected a focal point. During the classes, my mom and I chose something readily available at the time. I don't know why I hadn't selected something specific. Details became lost in my sluggish attempt at getting through each day without crying. I wanted something that would inadvertently soothe me, and take my thoughts somewhere pleasant. Spontaneously, a recollection appeared of Conner holding up that paper bag. I knew then my focal point needed to be an item from a happier time. I needed that little plastic Chewbacca.
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Tuesday Tales in the Pictures

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to a picture prompt. We have 300 words to get your attention.This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~ Grief is the kind of heartache you feel in your bones. When I need peace, I look to the fresh snow, lovingly blanketing and protecting everything it covered. In February you are my Valentine for so many years I never knew what it was like to not have a valentine on Valentine's Day. We always share that special day just as happy and wrapped up as we did when we were first dating. I want you to know everything I did I truly meant it and I still enjoyed it even if I like to tease that I thought it was silly tradition or tha…

Tuesday Tales Taking the Train

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- trainThis will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~



Walking to me, dad brushed sweaty clump of hair off my four head, then kissed my cheek. "I'll be right outside in the waiting room if you need anything. You've got a good team here to help, so I'm gonna get out of their way."
"Yeah right, you're just squeamish." Smiling back he needed to understand I was kidding.
His smile broadened, and his eyes even got happier. "That's my girl, you know me very well."
Even though I'm sure it took forever, it also seemed too soon that the labor pains intensified, and they seemed …

REVIEW All the Ugly and Wonderful Things Bryn Greenwood

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Review
All the Ugly and Wonderful Things


It’s hard for me to put into words how this book made me feel. On one hand, the book flirts with taboos. The storyline made me occasionally cringe, and stop reading. However, I’d pick it back up and start again, anxious to see how the story ends. I have to say it’s Bryn’s outstanding writing style that kept me coming back to the book. I dare say I enjoyed her writing more than the story itself. The story simply a catalyst weaving her gorgeous tapestry of syllables.
Bryn put me smack dab in the middle of the dejected, uncomfortable existence of the characters. I cannot call this a romantic love story. I had to step out of my comfort zone, and see the world through Wavy Quinn’s eyes, the leading character in this bitter tale. Bryn does a superb job squaring the reader firmly into Wavy’s mind. I could understand why Wavy wouldn’t speak, or why she reacted in more feral ways than socially acceptable ones. Humans are not cookie cutter and Bryn reminds…