Saturday, November 23, 2013

NaNoWriMo Entry - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 

Sophie’s eyes fluttered open as the pain in her side shot her awake, “Ow, stop it.”
“Stop your fussing young lady.” She heard her mother say back at her and a gentle slap at her hands as she tried to push her mother away.
Opening her eyes, she recognized the purple paisley of her mother’s comforter folded down to her waist. The cool of the room brushing against her skin, her opaque red bra the only thing she was wearing.
“Mom… where’s my shirt? Why… oh.” She said and closed her eyes as her mother continued trying with her ministrations with a roll of gauze about her middle.
“You remember now? You’ll be fine sweetie, no concussion, thank the lord, but you’ve cracked a few ribs. The medics can’t get here in the storm and your car will most likely burn on the tree it landed on until the roads are clear enough to get to it. It’s a miracle Cason was able to get you back here.” She was quiet, the low light of the lantern next to Sophie on the side table illuminated her mother’s face.

Friday, November 22, 2013

NaNoWriMo Entry - Chapter 5

Just a reminder, this NaNoWriMo entry is unedited gold. So, there are many unrefined pieces that you'll notice along the way. I say this at the beginning of this chapter because my action scenes (a short one coming up) in my finished novels take me weeks to perfect. And not to mention are professionally edited three times before being put into print .... This one is not, bare with me folks! LOL!
With that qualifying disclaimer, we continue with our regularly scheduled novel. Enjoy! :0)

Chapter 5

Cason. She thought as she drove to the Nigel residence, her windshield wipers going at high speed. After everything he’d done he let her believe that he’d left his best friend to die. He’d told her he’d done nothing for Ryan. Only he’d been half right. All this time later and she was just now putting the pieces together. He’d nearly been blown apart. It’d been a blood bath. Her mind was vivid in conjuring up Ryan’s shot and bloody body and now though instead of seeing Cason step over him, he was ripped and bloody next to him. Trying to pick him up, trying to carry him to safety.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

NaNoWriMo Entry - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 

At ten AM sharp Sophie arrived at her mother’s house, between Cason and her horror client, Philip Nigel, she was going to have an ulcer before noon.
She sat in the car talking with Philip - more like going trying to smooth out the Rocky Mountains - when the Barney’s arrived She waved at them as they filed past her toward the front steps.
Bart looked immaculate in his relaxed white linen chinos silk shirt and matching cravat. His gator skin boots and matching belt Sophie knew were the same cost as her luxury SUV. She waved at them booth, her A/C blasting. The weather had turned drippingly humid and on the horizon a promising thunder head began to build.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

NaNoWriMo Entry - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Ms. Sparling, this is a classic case of bait and switch.” He said gesturing to the fine roll of silken hand stamped damask cloth. “I’ll not be paying for this.”
Sophie’s coffee hadn’t even had a chance to cool in her to-go container as she stood next to Philip Nigel, looking at the bolt of fabric. It was no less than twelve hours before that she’d been standing there talking with him about the very bolt of fabric that he’d wanted to get to know better. It was the same one that had been removed the day prior, it hadn’t even been unloaded from the decorating van.
“Why is that Mr. Nigel?”
“Just look at it, this isn’t what I wanted.”
“It isn’t what you wanted or this isn’t the fabric that was here the other day?”
“Don’t ‘round robin on me Ms. Sparling. Remember who’s paying you.”

Friday, November 15, 2013

NaNoWriMo Entry - Chapter 2

Here's the second installment of my NaNoWriMo novel. I'll be posting two entries - one today and another tomorrow - since this one is just Sophie at her job, there's no sexy-sexy Cason wandering around shirtless. :0)

Chapter 2
Sophie pulled into the semi circle drive that was ubiquitous in that section of town. Large old trees lined the road, old stoic homes set back from the street looked right out of colonial times. The home of Sophie’s client, Philip Nigel, was cream and white with navy shutters framing the eight front facing windows. The old brick drive had been paved over with concrete and the landscaping bore no resemblance to its neighbors. Nearly devoid of bushes, the grass was golf course short and in the midst of the circle drive was a lewd cherub fountain.

Friday, November 8, 2013

NaNoWriMo Entry - Chapter 1

For those of you following along on this NaNoWriMo adventure, I'm crafting a 50,000 word story by December 1st. And since it's a contest, I'm sharing each word with you here on the blog.

Today we have the first chapter to this raw (aka, omg soooo unedited) story of wounded love in Serendipity of Fate. Total word count: 1,655. Feel free to double check. :0)

Chapter 1

Sophie stepped out of her pearlescent, leather interior-ed SUV and hauled with her a bag of groceries for her mother. The late southern afternoon was like the others, hot, humid and downright suffocating. Bumping the car door shut with her hip she approached the house. It was a single level ranch home, in nondescript blue which blended in with the other nondescript 70’s ranch homes around it. A postage stamp front lawn, like the others marked it’s place separate from the cul de sac road. The lawns, the only means of homeowner expression ranged from untamed wilderness, fashion gardens to bright green lawns trimmed to within an inch of their life in military-like precision. Her mother’s was the latter.

Friday, November 1, 2013


So there's this contest, it's called NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month - and I'm pretty sure ding-dongs like me (professional novelists who are writing novels constantly), aren't supposed to enter. Its geared toward new writers, ones that are in need of some group cheering to finish that novel they've been tinkering with. But, as I prep for a blog post (for another blog) I thought I'd sign up to see what the hoopla is really all about.

Holy cow! This is fun!

It's like running a 5K where people shout your name and cheer you on... constantly. Brilliant!!! Emails have been rolling in, offering encouragement and suggesting meet-ups where I could interact with other NaNo contestants... Really, the question is how do I get this for the other 11 months out of the year??

As an already published novelist, you might be wondering, what in the world I'm going to do with this novel since there are two others that I'm writing and editing at the moment... and this one is to be crushed out under the pressure of just a month? I'll tell you, because I thoroughly love a challenge and it's a great way to release creative energy without the pressure of an outline or the weight of a prior novel. It's a sketch, it's also how The Legend of Lady MacLaoch came into being.

So, it's part experience and part challenge. Part of the perks will be that I'm sharing all of it here with you. Yup. Every last grammatically error driven crappy sentence will be up here for y'all to count my words and keep me honest! Since the goal isn't to create total Awesome, it's to hit 50K words (a full novel) by December 1st.

So here are the first steps: I had to name it, name myself (my handle isn't stellarly creative: authorbeckybanks) and come up with a synopsis. Can I tell you how hard that was to do??? I usually do the book naming and synopsis all right before publication, as in the night before. So, yeah, I'm winging this. Enjoy!

Note the lack of book cover - I'm a bit behind.... :0D
 Because the text above is the size of miniature ants here's my NaNoWriMo entry novel's synopsis [11/12/13 Update - I changed Chloe back to Sophie after this post. Had too many 'C' names goin' on]:

Cason McPherson and his childhood friend Ryan Sparling enlisted to the US Army together. Years passed and they served on separate missions until three years later when the US military sent in a ground strike team into the Kandahar Valley. Joined together again they entered the valley but only a handful of men came out. Ryan was not one of them.

Back home, Cason watched as his commanding officer told Ryan's family of his death. Watched as the mother he had come to see as his own weep and reach for him. While Ryan's younger sister, stoic and dry eyed stepped back.

Chloe Sparling lost the brother she loved to war and pours herself into her work to hide the pain. But when her mother invites Cason, the man she sees only as the one who had talked Ryan into joining the military, to live with her. Chloe's resistance and anguish slowly begin to erode at her soul.

Chloe and Cason are forced to face their loss and work together in healing the scars that mar their hearts.

"Hot and passionate story of opposites attracting under anguishing circumstances. A true happily ever after." - Said No One Ever

[11/04/13 Update] - had to change the title because some other (more famous) novelist already had it, so now, it's Serendipity of Fate. Yes, it makes no sense, but it's not already taken! :0D