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Friday, 27 July 2007
Sunday, 22 July 2007
Sunday, 8 July 2007
Acceptance
We-hell! My second poetry submission was to a journal called Umbrella and they've accepted two of my poems. The editor of Umbrella, Kate Bernadette Benedict, is wonderfully kind and helpful. Do check out their current issue which features some lovely poets, not to mention a certain James AL Midgley.
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I've never been able to take romance writers seriously, but they certainly have their special words and special discussions. If you've never read a romance novel (I admit I have, but I was fourteen and that's forgivable.), well, just read this: The Purple Prose Eater. Just in case, you know, you wanted to know what a love tool was.
"Rake walked into the room, his azure blue eyes blazing. "How dare you treat me like that in front of my colleagues?"
Gina quivered. She wanted to drop down onto the sofa and envelope herself in its soft comfort, but Rake kept staring at her, through her, into her. She was just a secretary and she had a mother diagnosed with terminal cancer to take care of. How could she do this to her career? What would her cold, demanding and undeniably male boss think of her now? She was sure to be fired.
She gathered her courage and looked back into his eyes, and she was surprised to see that they had softened. His lips curved upwards as if to smile. What had changed in those few seconds? Gina waited for him to say something with bated breath. And suddenly, she was in his arms--he was smothering her neck with kisses, and inside, she was melting into a pool of liquid joy.
She knew, then, exactly what she had to do to keep her mother alive for a few more weeks."
It's scares me to know how good I am with this.
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I've never been able to take romance writers seriously, but they certainly have their special words and special discussions. If you've never read a romance novel (I admit I have, but I was fourteen and that's forgivable.), well, just read this: The Purple Prose Eater. Just in case, you know, you wanted to know what a love tool was.
"Rake walked into the room, his azure blue eyes blazing. "How dare you treat me like that in front of my colleagues?"
Gina quivered. She wanted to drop down onto the sofa and envelope herself in its soft comfort, but Rake kept staring at her, through her, into her. She was just a secretary and she had a mother diagnosed with terminal cancer to take care of. How could she do this to her career? What would her cold, demanding and undeniably male boss think of her now? She was sure to be fired.
She gathered her courage and looked back into his eyes, and she was surprised to see that they had softened. His lips curved upwards as if to smile. What had changed in those few seconds? Gina waited for him to say something with bated breath. And suddenly, she was in his arms--he was smothering her neck with kisses, and inside, she was melting into a pool of liquid joy.
She knew, then, exactly what she had to do to keep her mother alive for a few more weeks."
It's scares me to know how good I am with this.
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