Showing posts with label third writer's platform building campaign. Show all posts
Showing posts with label third writer's platform building campaign. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2011

Flash Fiction--The Man of My Dreams


LYRIC O' THE DAY:
I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
--Riding on the Metro, Berlin


Excitement abounds!!  Today marks the first challenge in Rachael Harrie's Platform Building Campaign.  The rules were to do a piece of flash fiction, exactly 200 words, starting with the prompt "the door swung open" and ending with "the door swung shut" if possible.  Having never written flash fiction before, this was great fun, and a hell of a lot harder than I thought it would be.  It seems I'm a wordy girl.  Anyway, here goes nothing:


The Man of My Dreams:

        The door swung open, expelling a stench so foul it made my stomach twist.
He filled the entire door frame.  Six feet of lean muscle, posture too elegant for a man of his profession.  Dark hair curled damp against his collar as he shook his head in disgust.
He thrust a cold metal object in my palm.  Sparks danced up my arm.
I held my breath, not from the smell, but to force my heart to slow its wild pace.  His eyes glowed an ethereal green as he watched me, waiting to finish the deal.
I owed payment for my follies.
We stood face to face in the foyer as he glanced at the tchotchkes lining the walls, but trinkets didn’t interest him.
“You better dunk that in bleach,” he growled in a sultry southern drawl I had come to crave.
I looked at the prize in my hand.  Diesel the Tank Engine grinned up at me, mocking my obsession.
He opened the front door, grasping the handle with his talented fingers.  A wry smile turned his lips.  “Please keep your son away from the toilet, ma’am.  Then I won’t have to keep coming back.”
And the door swung shut.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Champagne for everybody!


LYRIC O’ THE DAY:
You’re so perfect, you’re so right as rain
You make me, make me, make me hungry again
--Why Can’t I Be You? The Cure
Very excited to say that today I’m joining Rachael Harrie’s Third Writer’s Platform-Building Champagne.  This event seeks to link those of like mind, purpose, and taste and mesh them into a network of writerly love and Cristal.
Didn’t know anything about this before, but here’s what she’s looking for:
“bloggers in a similar position, who genuinely want to pay it forward, make connections and friends within the writing community, and help build each others' online platforms while at the same time building theirs”
In other words:
*Meet new bloggers
**Meet new writer friends
***Participate in fun bloggy challenges.
For a baby blogger like me, this sounds like a blast.
You can sign up between now and August 31st and the campaign runs until October 31st.  First challenge is September 5th.
But I couldn’t help but wonder, when does the champagne come in?  There are so many possibilities: champagne cocktails, champagne cake, champagne sauce, champagne soup, champagne granita, champagne frosting, champagne vinaigrette. . .I can put Forrest Gump's shrimp to shame. 
Hmmm?
What’s that?
Oh.

Color me embarrassed.
Still good.  And just as bubbly.
Hope to meet you there.