Archive for Eye Candy
Congrats…
to the Detroit Red Wings for winning the Stanley Cup. It literally came down to the last second of the game, but they did it. Nick Lindstrom becomes the first European captain to win the Cup.
Congratulations to Henrik Zetterberg for winning the Conn Smythe Trophy for Most Valuable Player in the playoffs.
I’m thrilled for them, but depressed. No hockey until October or so. Hmm….what should I do while I wait until the sport starts up again? Anyone have suggestions? 😉
Have a great Friday, everyone.
Drive By Eye Candy…
Poetry Train…
We touch in the dark.
We kiss in the corners.
We love in the shadows.
You ignore in the light.
You avoid in the open.
You leave in the morning.
I wish alone.
I dream alone.
I believe alone.
They hate out loud.
They hurt without thought.
They punish different.
You run from them.
You hide from me.
You live in confusion.
I wish alone.
I dream alone.
I believe alone.
We touch in the light.
We kiss in the open.
We love in the morning.
Some day.
Wednesday….
Good morning, everyone. So we’re in the middle of the week and I’m looking forward to the weekend. 🙂 Not sure why. Guess I’m not in the mood to work. I think I’d prefer to stay home and write. Get some books done and turned in. Probably make you all happy too…lol.I’m finishing up the second book in the Love of Sports series, High Line. This one is Garrett’s story. Plus I’m doing a little work on His Heart’s Home, the third Home book. That one is next on my schedule to finish up.
Hope everyone has a great Wednesday. 🙂
Writing….
To be honest it was a little of both. After I introduced Mars to everyone, I began to think about his injury and how he could have received it. I thought it would be a neat twist to have what Noah’s father wanted be something other than the first folder Lord gave Noah. Then I thought about all those stories where the person who hated the main character for being gay or whatever turned out to be the very thing he hated the most, but I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want Noah’s father to be gay.
My brain started turning and I hatched the plan to make the Senator a man who took the whole BDSM thing to the extreme. It was no longer a healthy kink, but something that turned violent and deadly. He gets turned on by the blood, violence and causing pain. Figuring out rent boys could take a whipping better than the prostitutes he frequented was a bonus. So he’d beat the rent boys and sleep with the whores. The secret-and I am revealing a plot point here-is the good Senator has killed a few of the rent boys.
Mars popped into my head while I was writing that part and I realized that the scar on Mars’ neck came from the Senator. It would give Lord another even more personal reason for taking the Senator down. I really get the feeling that revenge for his own shooting isn’t the true reason Lord is going after Noah’s father.
So you see, when I write, I have an idea of what I want to happen or where I want my characters to go, but how they get there is as much a surprise for me as it for you, the reader. I let them decide what’s best for them or what works for them instead of me forcing my opinion on them. Though sometimes it causes an argument…lol…in my head.
Hope everyone enjoyed a glimpse into how I write. Have a great weekend.
Poetry Train…
First off…stop by Michael Breyette’s website to check out more of his awesome artwork.
Just so you know some of the pictures are not safe for work or for kids, so maybe you should check it out after you get home and if you have children, where they can’t see. 🙂
So here’s my contribution to the train today. It’s not a poem. Just one of those little scenes I write from time to time.
I stand, watching him walk away. Biting my tongue to keep from crying out. Normally, I don’t go with him when he leaves. The separation is hard on both of us, but hardly still for me because I can’t hug him or kiss him like the other spouses can their loved ones. He looks back once and I nod. Then he’s gone.
Turning, I walk away, left behind to spend a year alone again. No one will call to check and make sure I’m doing all right. No one thinks about the room mate. At least I’ll know if something happens to him since I’m listed as his emergency contact. Other than that, I’m nothing to the military he serves.
Somehow I make it home, fighting tears until I’m inside. I curl around his pillow and cry. Tomorrow, I’ll get up and be strong. I’ll survive the time apart. If he calls, I’ll be cheerful and if he doesn’t, I’ll remember how much he loves me. I’ll hold the memories of the tears he cried the night before he left tight in my heart. But today, I’ll cry and long to have him with me again.
Stop by Rhian’s blog to check out who else is on the train today.
Have a great day.
Tagged
The rules of the challenge go like this:
1. Find the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the first five sentences.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five other bloggers.
So the book I picked is A.M. Riley’s The Elegant Corpse.
And maintained his maddeningly slow rocking motion.
Like being pushed very slowly over the crest of a hill, Sean felt his body reach that apex and then dive.
He was hurtling through it or above it, Roger around him and in him.
Hmm….five other bloggers, huh? I’ll have to think about those. 🙂
Have a great Friday, everyone.
Wednesday…
Happy Wednesday!
Not much to report today. I got tagged by Shayla Kersten, but I don’t have what I need at the moment, so I’m saving that for Friday. 🙂
Out of Bounds has been in the top 10 at MBaM for Samhain since it came out. Got as high as #3 so far..which makes me happy. Thanks to everyone who bought it.
Hope you all have a great day.
Poetry Train
Pretty boys with pretty smiles.
Shallow smirks and cocky grins.
Believing in their superiority.
Never seeing they’re commonplace.
Pretty boys with pretty bodies.
Golden skin unmarred by life.
Believing in their beauty.
Never seeing they’re ordinary.
Pretty boys with pretty minds.
Spouting poetry about love and life.
Believing in their intelligence.
Never seeing they’re average.
Pretty boys aren’t for me.
Handsome men with handsome smiles.
Understanding laughs and shy grins.
Believing they’re commonplace.
Never seeing their superiority.
Handsome men with handsome bodies.
Golden skin marred by life
Believing they’re ordinary.
Never seeing their beauty.
Handsome men with handsome minds.
Talking about experience and dreams.
Believing they’re average.
Never seeing their intelligence.
Handsome men are for me.
T.A. Chase c. 2008
Happy Friday
hey everyone, I hope you’re having a great Friday. Yay! Last day of the week. 🙂
Thanks to everyone who stopped by SEx yesterday and let me know what your favorite type of hero is. Gave me some good ideas for future stories, that’s for sure. Valerie is the winner of my contest.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there (just in case I don’t have time on Sunday to post something.)
Have a good day.
