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Yep, the thrill of being published was extraordinary, at least the first time. I have both book covers framed and on the walls of my family room. I seldom point them out to guests, but I hope they’ll notice them.

For now, I’ll stick to blogging about Web writing/editing and SEO. It gets me paying work writing other stuff.

On a bright humid morning in June, a sixteen year old girl named Deborah Garrison stepped off the boat from Hyannis, walked ahead of her mother down into the crowded summer streets and set everything in motion.
As it happened, I was at the Steamship Authority that morning, picking up my Assistant Chief, Haden Krakauer. We actually saw the girl, in her ripped jeans and tank top, but all I said to Haden was, “That one’s going to be trouble soon.”
She didn’t seem special; just one more pretty girl on a summer island crowded with them. And she didn’t actually do anything; nothing that happened later was her fault. The simple, irreducible fact of her presence was enough. Even years later, the consequences and implications of Debbie’s arrival seem bizarre and implausible, far too much to balance on those thin, sunburned shoulders.
It was like setting off an avalanche with a sigh.

The next time I noticed Debbie, it was two weeks later, at a beach party in Madaket where my casual prediction was already coming true.

Thanks for the comment and I’ll look at contractions and other ways to make my writing more casual. I appreciate your suggestion. Blogging is a new medium for me.

I am really enjoying this website, so thank you again.

@Jim:
I liked the quote: I don’t really like writing. I like having written.

I can empathize with that a lot, especially some days. :)

Here it is:
Sex with Fairies Excerpt

or just click this link to continue the rest of the excerpt:
http://ksyu.wordpress.com/2008/10/02/sex-with-fairies-excerpt-and-social-bookmarking-bar

Thanks a lot for your encouraging comments! And to Mary for loving the bit about the ‘teeth’. As promised here’s more from SS, sorry to keep you hanging. Don’t worry, it’s all G-rated. Any feedback would be great:

Ryan was a schizophrenic in _____’s House, a private institution for mental patients abandoned by their rich relatives who cannot bear the public humiliation of carting them off to the asylums. Nobody knew his background, where he had come from or who his wealthy benefactor was. He often claimed he was not long in this world and never did belong in it and that someday he would go back there.

Emma admitted there was something in Ryan that scared her. He was young enough with unruly hair and wild flashing blue eyes. Perhaps it was the unique symmetry of his features that lend him the rare possession of an otherworldly air. The delicately pinched nose, the flawless ivory skin that had never so much felt the friendly burn of the sun, the curious sharp tips of his ears and the startlingly red mouth as dark as crushed bleeding roses. He often had a sated wolf’s expression that was contemplating its next meal. And when Emma wasn’t looking, he would sometime send sly and cunning looks her way.

He was her subject for her Semantics class project. She was close to finishing it now and cannot wait for her graduate studies to be over.

That was why she didn’t mind when Ryan invited her for his deathday.

“I’ve been clean for many months now,” he said after expressing his delight at her appearance in his party. “I think it’s time.”

–To be continued.

Read the rest of the excerpt to G-ratedness and beyond! : a href=”../2008/10/02/sex-with-fairies-excerpt-and-social-bookmarking-bar/”>Sex with Fairies Excerpt
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I’m happy with all the work the other writers have posted. Keep it up!

@ MATTC: Your Christian book sounds interesting especially since it’ll be in letter form. I’d like to see what happens in his head during that time. I suppose we won’t be seeing it in the Aramaic language? ;)

I am also currently working on a book. I have no idea what will ever happen with it but it is based on the Christian story of Christ’s crucifixion told from the perspective of Barabbas the prisoner through letters between him and other characters and diary entries while he is in prison.

Everyone here has amazing work. I have been very captivated by all the excerpts. Can’t wait to hear more! Thanks everyone

I like your vingette but would like to suggest that you split the first sentence into two – it was confusing and I have a peeve about things happening at the same time [there's a name for it that I can't recall]. It will be tighter as well.

I wasn’t fond of the way you kept referring to ‘father’. If it has no capital surely it is ‘my father’ and if it is a name you give him it should have a capital letter [you did that only once]. It also gave a feeling of distance and estrangement – was that deliberate? It’s just that there was warmth in the dialogue [where the character calls him 'Dad'] but the constant reference to ‘father’ was very chilly.

I really like the father’s dialogue – he came across as a lovely character and a reason someone would sleep on the floor for him.

Jaffa

Kate, your SS about Emma – with its intrigueing title – can’t help but lure in your reader. Enjoyed your excerpt very much and have to agree with Mary – what happens?? More, more!

~Jim (back to the grind now, and behind one WTD Guest posting, too!)