So I did it! I hauled my sleepy booty out of bed this morning and drove to CURVES. And then I plunked down my debit card and signed up. So tomorrow morning I have an 8:30 appointment to get my arse back in shape. Wait, shape’s a bad word, because the only shape it’s ever been in is kind of a forever expanding balloon type shape. But I will be on my road to exercising 4 times a week! (Trying to set realistic goals here, especially with NaNo coming up!)
Okay, so I think I’ve perfected my first paragraph for my NaNo project (with lots of nitpicking help from Lillian Feisty) What do you think? What’s your reaction? If it doesn’t do it for you please feel free to tell me.
The Hunk-A-Hunk-A Burning Love Chapel smelled like stale beer and B.O. The only light source was the afternoon sun, streaming through the stained-glass window behind the polyester-clad minister. The window wasn’t a magnificent artful creation, either, but rather some kind of funky rendition that reminded Brandy of a Shrinky Dink she’d made as a kid.
So now that the first paragraph is done I plan to stop writing more of the story until NaNo. Because I already cheated an eeensy weensy bit.
Don’t forget about the Cobblestone Press chat tonight at 5pm PST/8pm EST. Each Friday we now give away a $5.00 gift certificate on top of any contests the authors may be having. Drop on by if you want!
http://www.cobblestone-press.com/chat.htm
Here’s my Halloween freaky pic of the day. Ever have days where you feel like this?
Attending the Hell’s Ball with her friends was just supposed to be about having a good time. Samantha didn’t plan on meeting the man of her dreams or to give him a crash course in magic to keep his power under control.
Alec Zimm is a stage name. Doing card tricks pays the bills. He’s caught off-guard by his reaction to Samantha and the sudden revelation that the magic he’s been performing is real. When a rogue werewolf threatens the Halloween party atmosphere, Alec must learn to trust his teacher and save the woman of his dreams.
Lonely centuries ago the one who made him named him Hawk and sought from him a soul bond. But soul bonds are a myth and no vampire knows that better than Hawk.
Then a hunting party returns with unexpected prey, a blond who he names Dove and who arouses a desire other than his hunger for blood. Hawk can only delay his death for a few days. Unless he makes him a vampire, but only a fool would try to bond–again.
Gunslinger Matt Caddock is looking for the next place to sell his guns when blue-eyed widow Brenna Gérard intervenes. With Brenna at his side, he can finally fulfill his promise to a dying friend and hang up his guns for the love of a good woman.
But the lure of hidden gold, another man’s greed, the threat of losing his soul to the ghostriders in payment for the violent life he’d led, and the presence of a wandering restless spirit complicate his plans. Time is running out and Matt faces the ultimate sacrifice for love: His soul for Brenna’s life.
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Attending the Hell’s Ball with her friends was just supposed to be about having a good time. Samantha didn’t plan on meeting the man of her dreams or to give him a crash course in magic to keep his power under control. 
Good job, Shelli!
LOL, Shelli! I don’t think they’ll disqualify you for a head start of one paragraph. (It’s a good idea to have an extra few hundred words anyway, just in case their word counter disagrees with yours.) Sounds like you’re well on your way to delivering another winner. :D
Good luck with the workouts!
Very intriguing start. And as Robin says, I don’t think they’ll boot you out for writing one para LOL
Good luck at Curves!
It may be an insy winsy cheat but it’s nowhere near as bad as some of the things I’ve seen people do over the years.
You know what I think of that opening paragraph (great!). :)
And yeah, one paragraph doesn’t qualify as cheating in my eyes. So don’t sweat it.
Yay on the Curves! You go girl!
Re: your paragraph. Good job, but try and eradicate that ‘was’, rewording without it. Taking was out forces you to use description, or ’show’.
:o)