Sunday, April 20, 2014

Snippet Sunday: The Soul Of An Artist

Another passage from our manuscript today, with Gabriel, a photographer, looking through photographs Chloe has done.


He looked at more pictures, studied a photograph from the White Mountains in New Hampshire, on a misty day. The atmosphere was just right, the looming mountain tops having a ghostly effect in the mist. Gabriel realized he knew exactly where she had taken the picture from. It wasnt just a matter of technical competence or sheer luck. She has an artists soul, he thought with a smile.
He saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up. Chloe came down the stairs, and saw him sitting there, the light above him. There was a long moment of quiet between them as they held each others gaze. Couldnt sleep either, could you? Chloe asked softly.
He shook his head. No.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Snippet Sunday: The Demise Of Chivalry

We have another passage today from our manuscript, with our leading lady's inner thoughts early on....


She opened her umbrella and set it on the floor to dry. In her mind, she could hear her mother’s voice: “It’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors, honey.”
I’m not tempting fate, Mom. The bad luck’s already arrived.
She hadn’t had time for breakfast, and now her stomach was reminding her it needed nourishment. She took a large chocolate bar from the top drawer of her desk, unwrapped it and took a big bite. She went to the window. The rain was showing no signs of letting up. She thought of that pig who’d taken her cab. Chivalry’s not only dead, it’s entombed in the bowels of the earth, she thought. Even after ten years of life in the so-called concrete jungle, there was a part of her that longed to be the princess, rescued by the gallant prince and carried off to a beautiful, far away kingdom. Not in the cards, Chloe thought, taking another bite.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Snippet Sunday: Flyover Country

Once more, another passage from early in our manuscript Same Time Tomorrow, with Chloe in an introspective moment.


Mom would have been horrified if she'd seen me do that, Chloe thought. But that wasn't true. Her mother was blissfully unfamiliar with the gesture commonly known as "the finger." if it had been explained to her, Linda Masters would have concluded that her daughter had been living in New York far too long. Everyone knew about New York. It was a fast-paced city populated by rude, self-absorbed barbarians.
That's what people in the Flyover teach their kids so we won't come here, Chloe thought, smiling for the first time. They don't realize it makes us want to come here even more.
The Flyover...the midsection of the country, so nicknamed because anyone who was anyone never actually went there, they just flew over it en route to the East or West Coasts. It was like geographic Purgatory.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Snippet Sunday: Telling Our Friends

Another Snippet Sunday post today, from our manuscript, featuring Gabriel speaking with his friend Rachel, a doctor, about Chloe....


Rachel sat beside Gabriel, holding his hand as he spoke about Chloe, and about her background. “She deserves better then what she’s gotten out of life,” he finally said. “And now she’s dealing with all of this? It’s not fair, Rachel."
  “I know.” He looked at her, seeing the compassion and empathy in her eyes. “This is why I didn’t go into oncology. Too much heartbreak, Gabriel.” She paused, and spoke again. “How did you meet her?”
            He sighed, and smiled. “Online.”
            “Online, huh?” She was smirking.
            “Don’t you start,” he said, laughing.
            “I haven’t said anything.” Rachel laughed. 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Snippet Sunday: The Passage Of Time

Our post today comes from the point of view of one of our supporting characters. George and his wife Cass are friends of Chloe's mother, and after dropping Chloe and Gabriel at the airport, they're on their way back home, and George is thinking...


George glanced over at his wife. She and Linda were like sisters, and for this disease to strike down one of them... Cass was trying to hold herself together, and confronting the impending death of a friend that close... like a sister. He shook his head. The last few days was a painful reminder of mortality. Less days ahead than there are behind, he reminded himself.
George thought for a moment, remembered Chloe’s words in the car earlier. Hoping her father was rotting in hell. Jay certainly deserved that, George thought. Abandoning his wife and child like that. Coward. It was an opinion he’d frequently harboured about the man. His opinion of Gabriel, however, was much better. And he hoped that Chloe could trust herself to see what she had right before her.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Rubbing Shamrocks And Other Misadventures


It is St. Patrick's Day today, and across many lands, partygoers will get hammered with green beer, and wake up in the morning with a stranger in their bed. We thought we would avoid that stranger in the bed scenario and just get straight to the sex. Green cupcakes and some body paint might be involved. And at one point, we might holler Erin Go Bragh in the heat of passion. In the meantime, we leave you with an image blog for the day.

If you happen to wake up with a stranger in the morning, hopefully it's someone reasonably attractive, as opposed to someone who reminds you of your despotic tenth grade English teacher. If it is your tenth grade English teacher, you might want to cut back on the green beer next year.


Sunday, March 9, 2014

Snippet Sunday: Unanswered Questions

Something different from our manuscript today. We have Gabriel at the home of Chloe's mother Linda, looking through a photo album.


             Turning the page, he paused, staring at a large photograph. It was a studio photo, a light background, with three people in the picture. A younger Linda, healthy and smiling, Chloe at the age of six, and her father. Jay Masters, he realized, staring at the man in the picture. Chloe got her dark hair from him. By now, if he was still around, hed be nearly thirty years older.
            Why did you do it? He shook his head. Why did you abandon them? Were you already thinking about it when this picture was taking? There was no sign of it in the face, in the soft smile. If hed had doubts, if he was restless, there was no obvious indication. Gabriel glanced up from the book, looking towards the stairs, thinking of the two women upstairs, of their abandonment. Damn you for doing that to them, he thought as his eyes returned to the picture of Chloes father.