Six Sentence Sunday-Quatre (Part 4, Peeps)

I despaired that I would reach the weekend, but here I am and now every second that ticks away is one step closer to Monday. They’re never long enough–the weekends that is. It’s all good, though. I’m not gonna sweat it. I’ve the rest of the weekend to catch up on a workshop I’m taking–Angela James, Before You Hit Send. For those of you who haven’t heard of it, let me take a second to give you some advice: look it up. If I were more tech savvy, I’d post a link. Alas, I’m not but I can’t say enough about this workshop and the sheer amount of information I’ve gained this past two weeks. Angela James is the Executive Editor for Carina Press, Harlequin’s Digital First Press and she presents this workshop a few times a year. It’s chock full of editing/polishing tips and gives you insight into what editors are looking for in your manuscript. If you’re looking to be published–take this course. I feel like an infomercial but I’m a believer–pimping over 🙂

Other than that, I’m hoping to get in some writing, editing, etc . I need to visit with my characters a bit, get the low down on what’s been going on while I’ve been embroiled in nothing but work, work, work. There will come a time in the future when I make a gazillion dollars and am able to do nothing but spend it. For now, I work, yes I do and it takes up huge chunks of time that I could otherwise use to write. Hence, my characters feel a little negelected. I’m going to try to appease one of them with my #sss offering. {Here’s another moment where I could be tech savvy and post a link–yeah, you guys are quick–have no idea how to do that quite yet.} Just look up Six Sentence Sunday and join some truly amazing writers as they post six sentences from a current wip or published work.

Let me set this up:  Skylar has just seen Sebastian for the very first time in the cafeteria of Northwestern Memorial Hospital. She’s tired but she sees him and BAM! Last week was the initial few sentences of that meet and this week is the continuation. I’ll quit yapping, here’s my offering this week:

Iron filing to his magnet, she was powerless to stop the forward momentum of her body. She bumped into others sending trays flying and people stumbling. Uncaring, she continued to move ahead. The scent of cedar wood and dark chocolate teased her. She licked her lips desperate for a taste. She’d become what she’d always feared: a creature of pure instinct.

I hope you all have an amazing week and I wish you much writing.