Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Guest blog exchange?
Writer Resource o' the Week
I confess, this one I found through the grapevine, and though I haven't used it, I'm going to sign up for it soon. Looks good. And free. Mmm! Mmmm!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
And the winner is...Marianne Evans
Marianne, I will be e-mailing you for your snail mail address. However, if you'd rather download an electronic copy, let me know and we'll take care of it....
...everyone else, thanks for playing, you will get a consolation prize of a year's supply of Ramen Noodles and the Jeopardy home edition game...just kidding, you don't get anything but my love and gratitude, which many consider only slightly better than the Ramen noodles...
Seriously though, I really do appreciate your taking the time to visit my blog. I welcome any
Wild Rose Press authors who would like to do guest columns, and for all the readers, keep tuning in for the free writer resource o' the week and other goodies.
Take care, and thanks for stopping to smell the roses!
Dawn
Saturday, June 27, 2009
STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES -- Wild Rose Press Author Blog Event
Here's how the event works. Several authors from The Wild Rose Press will post excerpts on their blogs on June 29 as a part of an all day blog event. Some authors may offer a chance to win prizes for the participants who leave comments.
What am I offering? If you leave a comment at any of my blog entries related to Leaving the Comfort Cafe, I will enter your name in a drawing for a chance to win a printed copy of my book.
One important note: On June 29, the day this event is scheduled, I will be on a volunteer project, and may have sporadic access to e-mail (which is why I'm posting this earlier). But I WILL post the winner on this blog the next day, and I WILL get in contact and respond to comments that day---though perhaps not in as timely a fashion as I normally would.
I called my blog Novel Trails because my blog is FUNCTIONAL --- this is much more than about what's going on with me (though you'll no doubt find some information on that) but my blog has information and resources that will be of interest to readers and provide some useful resources for writers or anyone who wants to improve his or her writing. If you're not into writing, that's fine, you'll find information on great reads, reader loops---and of course, all the insight into the quirky world of a Southern writer. So take time to wander throughout my blog. Heck, go ahead and follow it. I promise I don't write down every minute thing I do. I won't post blogs on going to Wal-Mart or getting my tires rotated...unless of course, a story happens to spring forth from those events (and in the South, that frequently, frequently, happens).
I have two pieces with the Wild Rose Press -- my novella, Leaving the Comfort Cafe (which is the main thrust of this blog) and a short story called "Cousin of the Bride." I'm also working on a Christian romance short story to submit to the Wild Rose Press that has the working title "Make it So" (I know, I'm not crazy over that title, either). You may also find links to some of my other short stories that have been published online on the left.
There is also a link to The Wild Rose Press if you want to order my book (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
If you are interested in writing a guest column for this blog, just contact me through this blog, or visit my website at www.dawnwilson.net
Below you will find:
1) An excerpt from Leaving the Comfort Cafe
2) A video of a live reading featuring a different excerpt from Leaving the Comfort Cafe (and please note, I don't charge extra for the Eastern North Carolina accent. I'm glad to throw that in for free)
3) Links to the other great, great, blogs and writers with The Wild Rose Press. Enjoy!
So relax. Please keep all hands and feet inside the ride at all times. I hope you enjoy reading about Blythe as much as I have enjoyed writing about her.
Excerpt from "Leaving the Comfort Cafe"
Leaving the Comfort Cafe centers around the adventures of Blythe Shelley, a redneck who has had one curly perm too many, who earned
--Following is a scene where Austin first meets Blythe while she's waiting tables at the Comfort Cafe...
“Mercy, children!” A frizzled, bright red perm slathered into sight, connected to a young woman with bright blue eye shadow and even brighter blue fingernails. With a smooth, almost disturbing movement of her wrist, she slammed a huge tray of food directly in front of him. She shook her head, shut her eyes and let out a low groan.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, hon. It’s just my stomach. I’m on my period.”
“Oh.” Austin tried not to stare. Dear God, please don’t let this be my waitress.
“Here you go, sir,” she said. “One plate eggs over easy with the decorative parsley carefully stacked to the side and not touching the food. Grits and hash browns, bacon and a side of sausage. Don’t you love places that serve breakfast all day? They were out of fresh blueberries for the pancakes, but we do have some of the canned stuff, though grandma over there won’t tell you it’s canned, so I wanted to hold off because I know the canned stuff makes you irregular. Here’s your
check. Comes to five seventy-five and I took the liberty of already adding in my tip—since you obviously never do—and an extra fifty cents for a pretty smile.”
Her bright pink lips parted to reveal well-kept, surprisingly straight, teeth.
“Now, if there’s nothing else you’ll be needing, I’ll take that whenever you’re—”
“Uh, miss...I’m sorry, but this is not my order.”
“Whadaya mean it’s not…” Her pale fingers darted into her apron pocket, pulled out a small, black notebook, and scurried through the pages, searching for the culprit. “Then if this isn’t yours, you must have ordered the tenderloin steak?”
“No.”
“The ham hocks?”
“No.”
“Barbecue? Caesar salad?”
“No and no. I ordered—”
“You ordered the fifth of vodka.”
“I wha—”
“Just foolin’. I remember now. Grandma over there told me. One slice of pecan pie. Coffee.”
“Decaf.” Austin gently reminded her.
“Decaf coffee. That’s like saying ‘I want to spend the night with you, I just don’t want to have sex.’”
“Excuse me?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to say ‘sex’ before two o’ clock.”
Austin wondered why the time made any difference.
“And I guess this delectable feast was for…ooo….” Her eyes curved into narrow slits, looking through the window and pulverizing the mayor with what Austin could assume would be a felony assault. “I always thought that man would skip out on his bill one day. I don’t care who he is. I don’t care if his grandfather fought in the such-and-such war. I don’t care if his ancestry dates back to Stonewall Jackson. I don’t care if he helped tie up the Mayflower when they put it in dry dock. I even don’t care if he’s related to Jesus. That man is not skipping out on his bill.”
“I think he’s just outside talking to some folks. He’ll probably come right back.”
“That sonofabitch.” She hauled the overloaded tray up on her shoulder as if she were burping a baby and darted out the front door.
Austin couldn’t hear the conversation that followed, but he could tell by the mayor’s startled expression and the animated bobbing of the waitress’s head that the discussion was definitely, and enthusiastically, one-sided. She pushed the entire tray into the mayor’s arms. As he struggled to balance the tray, a few biscuits tumbled onto the pavement where a constituent’s beagle was more than happy to help himself to a free sample. The waitress then reached into the mayor’s back pocket, pulled out his wallet and removed funds to pay the bill.
She returned into the café casually, confidently, totally unaware of the stares and whispers beginning to sizzle from the background. Some country music station was playing on the kitchen radio, and she seemed to walk in easy rhythm to the music.
“Sorry about that, dear. I always knew he was going to slip out on me.”
“I think that was actually my fault.” Austin was almost afraid to volunteer who he was. “You see, I’m the new town manager and I don’t think he was pleased with—”
“Town manager?” Her bosom was uncomfortably close to Austin’s eye level. “I didn’t know we had a town manager. I thought the town just managed itself.”
“Believe me, I wish it did.”
She brought out a cup and poured his coffee.
Austin noticed the handle on the coffeepot was black, not the bright orange that signified decaf. She also brought him the pie a la mode, though he didn’t ask for it that way. But after seeing what she did to the mayor, he decided not to argue
LIVE -- author presentation of Leaving the Comfort Cafe
I love doing readings. Maybe it's because I'm a bit of a "drama queen" but I enjoy the sound and rhythm of words, phrases, and the regional dialogue quirks that make things particularly lively (especially if the story takes place in the South).
If you'd like me to give a reading at your book club, etc., just let me know. I absolutely love interacting with readers. I'm even willing to travel and incorporate it as a "working vacation"---but point me in the direction of the nearest Holiday Inn and I'm set....
Other Wild Rose Press Author Blogs
Here are the links to the blogs....enjoy!
www.amberleighwilliams.blogspot.com
www.authorsstudio.blogspot.com
www.christineclemet son.blogspot.com
www.findagreatroman ce.blogspot.com
www.freewebs.com/teriwilson/ apps/blog/
www.jennfrancesca.blogspot.com
www.joycemoorehistoricalfiction.blogspot.com
www.lianalaverentz.blogspot.com
www.plotsandthoughts.blogspot. com
www.traveltheages.blogspot.com
www.willtravelforromance.blogspot. com
