This has been a wonderful weekend. Kelly @ Kelly's Compositions held a blogfest, and I met so many new writers. My own entry helped me reach a new level of comments. I’ve never had more than twenty. It was awesome! So many great first pages out there. Thank you to everyone who stopped by to read mine.
I started a new WIP on April 1st thanks to Tina Lynn’s 500 words challenge. Her whip sewn with awesome has been keeping many of us in line. And thanks to the challenge, I have hit a total of 6000 words so far in my new YA-paranormal. The trick with these challenges is not trying to get to 500 words – it’s not allowing yourself to stop trying until you hit 500. If it’s not coming and the characters aren’t talking - you have 500 words. But if you hit your stride, there’s no telling how many words you can pump out.
For me, in the beginning, I have to allow myself to write crap. The entire point of the first draft is getting the story down. It’s not about beautiful words and kickass turns of phrases. That comes later. First tell the story – then revise, beautify, and perfect. More on my style for first draft later. That’s another post.
Last night the Keep It Going Contest came to a close, and we have three winners. But before I reveal those, I have a few awards to hand out.
Nicole @ One Significant Moment in Time gifted me with the Prolific Blogger Award. Thank you! I’m not sure how many people I am supposed to give this to, but I have selected three.
Donna Hole – She has a wonderful blog, and is full of passion. If you are not following her, get over there nowish. I’ll wait. *taps toes*
Natalie @ A Sound of Rain – Anyone that would name their blog after such a serene thing is a friend of mine.
VR Barkowski – She does a fabulous job of keeping blog readers informed of upcoming events and contests as well as keeping an upbeat motivational spirit.
Donna Hole has blessed me with the Soulmate Award, and I think she is a soul mate of mine. This award requires that I gift it to 5 people, make up something about them (not mean), and link back to the ORIGINAL POST.
Sierra Godfrey – She is an avid hunter of a rare breed of solar powered hopping garden gnomes. Fierce critters that must be stopped.
Tina Lynn – She has five authors held captive in her basement. They said the phrase “can’t do it,” and now they are chained to desks. They should be done with their first drafts by the end of next week.
Hannah at Musings of a Palindrome – She has been involved in a secret love affair with Nathan Fillan. He proposed, but she turned it down – wanting to maintain the friends with benefits relationship. Why ruin a good thing?
JM Diaz – He has a very honed in sixth sense which he uses in his writing. He sees an event, writes it, and then it comes true. Scary stuff.
Ronnie Griffin – She has a mad skill of being able to catch a fly with a pair of chopsticks. Reaches right up and plucks it from the sky. Awesomeness.
Now moving on to the winners of the Keep It Going Contest.
The first was a special award especially for one of the contributors to the story. You can read the entries HERE. The winner of her choice of either a 15-page critique or a $15 gift certificate to Amazon is…. DONNA HOLE!!
The next two winners were randomly selected. I tallied all the entries and used the random number generator in excel. The following individuals have won their choice of either a 10-page critique or a $10 gift certificate to Amazon:
VR Barkowski
Tara @ A Feel of Something New
Congratulations to all the winners, and thanks for playing!! Send me an email (click on the envelope on the right hand of the screen – your right.)
Wednesday we will be back on schedule for another Watcha Say Wednesday, tune in then.
So, how was your Easter? Are you in the writing or revision phase? Any exciting news for anyone?
The contest is still going. Stop by HERE and make a contribution to the story. Don’t have a full 200 words, write what you feel.
Hello there, my trusted friends. Kind of funny I would pick that phrase considering the entire point of this post is to show you exactly how I lied to you. This is different from the last post where I revealed the TRUTH
On Friday, I posted six things – one of which was the total truth. And I fooled you all. But I guess I did cheat just a little. There was a itty bity bit of truth in each one – but only one that didn’t contain a single embellishment or change in story.
So, let’s see…1) When I was in the third grade, I won the school spelling bee. I went to regionals, but was out smarted by a kid that had a giant bald spot on the back of his head. Looking back, I’m guessing his mom got a little careless with the clippers. –FALSE I did fair well in a spelling bee in the first grade. I still have a fancy yellow certificate with a bee on it around here somewhere. But I only won in my class, and that’s as far as it got. Don’t know a kid with a random bald spot, but I could see how it could happen.
2) The day after I bought my last car, a pregnant woman crashed into me in a mall parking lot. Her friend got out of the car and started yelling at me like it was my fault. Meanwhile, the pregnant lady started crying. I felt so bad that I started apologizing. Did I mention that she hit me? –FALSE This is my favorite kind of lie and something I use a lot in storytelling. I’ve combined two stories for dramatic effect. The second car I ever owned was quite literally ran over on my second day of owning it. The tiny CRX was parked behind my friend’s mile high truck, and he backed over it – onto the hood. I did have a fender bender in a parking with a pregnant lady. I know she was preggos, because her friend told me about 15 times. To this day, I don’t know who hit who. I did apologize a lot, but that’s my thing. I say “sorry” and “thank you” constantly. Dunno why.
3) In the second grade, I started a petition to have one of the teacher’s aides fired. I thought that she was very mean- and with no reason. So I pranced about the playground and had kids sign up. I walked it right into the principal’s office, who called my dad. –TRUETruth is stranger than fiction. Her name was Ms. Culbreath. I thought she was sooooooo mean. I did actually start a petition. I did take it to the principal. They did call my dad. He told this story often, and told it with pride. I think he encouraged the wrong behaviors – cuz see what happened *points to self*. He knew I was different – and wanted me to always be me. Something I forgot to be on occasion. I believe he’d be quite proud that I started writing, that I have this blog, and that there are people that get a little giggle and hopefully an occasional nugget of wisdom when they stop by. That’s why I picked this story as my truth. Love ya, Dad!
4) The first place that I rented by myself was outside of San Antonio. It was a two bedroom trailer, with a lavender bathtub, sink and toilet in the bathroom. I was so excited that the first thing I bought was a matching shower curtain. Then my friends and I drank heavily, and I got to be the first one to yack in the purple toilet. –FALSE The trailer was in a small town outside of Shreveport, LA and it did have said purple toilet. I made jokes about who would be the first person to yack in the lavender toilet, but no one ever did. We did get drunk my first night there, and we spilled enough beer on the carpet of that raggedy trailer to fill a keg – but no yackers.
5) I’ve always been a music lover. I started playing the violin in the third grade and played until the sixth grade. I only quit, because the cute boy thought it was lame. The cute boy that I am sure is now lame. –FALSE I played the violin in the third grade for about half a year, and then quit. I have no idea why I quit. It would be the first of many things I started and then flitted off to find new hobbies. That novel that I talk about – that would be one of the first things (hobby wise) I saw through to completion. The soul’s always searching. *grins*
6) I went to my senior prom with my (at the time) boyfriend’s best friend. Poor guy got grounded, and was trying to be nice by offering up his buddy’s services. He, basically, just drove me there, and I hung with my friend’s all night. I found out later that the boyfriend sent him as a spy. Naughty, naughty, boyfriend. –FALSE I went to a homecoming dance with my boyfriend’s best friend my junior year. The boyfriend (who was much older and way cooler) was out of town that weekend, and to not be a total jerk found a friend so I wouldn’t be going stag. It was very odd to be thankful and pissed at the same time. But he wasn’t acting as a spy. He hung out with his friends – I hung out with mine. Boyfriend couldn’t care less. Ahh, the bad boy phase. It all helps with the writing, huh?
So, loves, sorry for telling you lies, sweet little lies, but now you know a little more about me. Probably more than you wanted.
Watcha Say Wednesday will return next week. But tell me what you think of my lies.
And don’t forget to drop down and continue Claire’s story. She sounds like she’s getting into a bit of trouble. Get her in more or help her get out – whatever speaks to you. It’s your story – tell it.
*Due to this week’s contest, I will reveal the truth to my Creative Writer lies from Friday night’s post on Wednesday in lieu of Watcha Say Wednesday. So, there's still time to make a guess if you'd like.
Guys and gals, it’s time for another installment of the “Keep It Going Contest.” The contest is a spin on an old campfire game. Below you will find the beginning of a story. The game is to add your own creative spin to it. Unlike writing prompts, I want you to do it right here in the comment section.
HOW TO PLAY: Here’s how it works. The first commenter will add to my contribution, the next will add to theirs, and so forth, building onto it like a puzzle. So that when the contest is over, I will take all the comments and show what we created. (Here’s what happened last time.) You just need to read my passage and the last comment made, and then add your own contribution to the story. I recommend typing out your part in a separate doc so that someone doesn’t jump in front of you before you hit submit. On Wednesday and Friday, I will create a comment summarizing what we have so far to make it easier on those that show up in the middle of the week.
RULES: First and foremost you must become a follower. That’s step one. There are multiple ways to earn entries into the contest.
PRIZES: Oh yes, there are prizes. There will be two sets of winners.
*The first is strictly for those that contribute to the story. Entries should be limited to 200 words. One winner will be randomly selected from the comments section from the list of contributors. That winner will take home their choice of either a $15 gift certificate from Amazon or a 15-page critique from me (any pages you like, although most use this for the first 15).
*The second is open to everyone. Winners will be randomly selected, and there will be two of them. Each winner will win one of the following, which they will select: Critique of your first 10 pages or $10 Amazon gift certificate. Point system is as follows:
1) Be a follower. +2 if you were already a follower, +1 for all new followers
2)Submitting your contribution to the story in the comments. Please limit your entries to 200 words, however, multiple entries are allowed. +5
3) Blog about the contest +3
4) Posting a link to the contest on the sidebar of your blog. +2
5) Follow me on twitter +1
6) Post a link to the contest on Facebook or Twitter +2
DEADLINE: The contest will run from now until Saturday, April 3rd at 11:00 pm EST. I will announce the winners the following Monday.
Questions and comments are welcome.
Have fun with it. Be creative. Take this story wherever you want it to go. Seriously, just because I don’t mention vampires, werewolves, or three-legged wooly boogers doesn’t mean that there aren’t any.
Not my finest work, but I wanted to give you guys a different genre this go round. I don’t generally write YA, but I think it’s enough to get you started.
Here we go…
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Claire’s morning started with a scream - Mother’s. Mom was beyond pissed when she saw her daughter’s purple-tinged hair. Tired of her long golden locks and the innocence that came with them, Claire lopped off her hair to chin level, dyed it, and then went to bed in a puddle of tears.
She begged and pleaded with her mother to not make her go to school today. She didn’t want to see Gavin. Couldn’t face him. But Mom pushed her daughter out the door with a female warrior battle cry.
“Not going shows weakness, and we Fitzgerald’s are stronger than that,” she had said.
Claire drug herself through the red double doors of Piedmont High. Taking an alternative route to her locker, she kept her eyes busy, trying to avoid the boy with pale skin and hazel eyes. She crept up to her locker ninja style.
The pictures of a happy couple stared back as she swung open the metal door. She swallowed down the guilt, and pinched back the tears. Stronger than that.
The locker slammed shut, nearly crushing her fingers inside. She saw the black boots first. She forced her eyes upward, and into furious eyes.
Well, this is going to be a very random blog, but sometimes that is what we need. First, I want to say this week’s Watcha Say Wednesday was awesome! I learn so much from you guys, and it was fascinating to see how other writers create their stories. (If you didn’t chime in, you still can.) It seemed the majority came up with a concept first. That’s me, too. I come up with the concept, normally a “what if,” then I interview characters until I find the perfect one that will breathe life into the concept. Then find their natural habitat – and go from there. This was fun. I hope you guys are enjoying WSW as much as I am. Maybe next week won’t be so crazy, and I can weigh in more, but I did enjoy seeing all the wonderful responses come in.
This week I learned that writing = sleeping. I can stay up really late when I’m writing, and the next morning I’m a ball of sunshine. However, if I stay up because I’m trying to take the legs out from under my to-do list –yea, not so much. The next morning I need coffee on an I.V. drip, and turn into Queen Grumperella. Very strange, but enlightening.
Next Monday, I will be rolling out --- wait for it --- wait for it --- The Keep It Going Contest. Details and the story will be posted Sunday night – so come back by. I’m making a few changes based on the suggestions received.
And… AWARDS.
Laurel over at Laurel’s Leaves passed on the “Creative Writer” award. I think you’ve seen it about, but the rules are for me to lie to you five out of six times and you get to guess which one is the truth. So, remember – I didn’t lie to you on purpose—Laurel made me do it.
So, here we go.
1) When I was in the third grade, I won the school spelling bee. I went to regionals, but was out smarted by a kid that had a giant bald spot on the back of his head. Looking back, I’m guessing his mom got a little careless with the clippers.
2) The day after I bought my last car, a pregnant woman crashed into me in a mall parking lot. Her friend got out of the car and started yelling at me like it was my fault. Meanwhile, the pregnant lady started crying. I felt so bad that I started apologizing. Did I mention that she hit me?
3) In the second grade, I started a petition to have one of the teacher’s aides fired. I thought that she was very mean- and with no reason. So I pranced about the playground and had kids sign up. I walked it right into the principal’s office, who called my dad.
4) The first place that I rented by myself was outside of San Antonio. It was a two bedroom trailer, with a lavender bathtub, sink and toilet in the bathroom. I was so excited that the first thing I bought was a matching shower curtain. Then my friends and I drank heavily, and I got to be the first one to yack in the purple toilet.
5) I’ve always been a music lover. I started playing the violin in the third grade and played until the sixth grade. I only quit, because the cute boy thought it was lame. The cute boy that I am sure is now lame.
6) I went to my senior prom with my (at the time) boyfriend’s best friend. Poor guy got grounded, and was trying to be nice by offering up his buddy’s services. He, basically, just drove me there, and I hung with my friend’s all night. I found out later that the boyfriend sent him as a spy. Naughty, naughty, boyfriend.
Michael over at Mental Masturbation (Is that not the coolest frickin name for a blog?) gifted me with the Creative Writer Award, well one that doesn’t turn me into a pathological liar. If you haven’t been over to his blog, go check it out. He has something new daily. I am awarding the following Creative Writers.
Last, but not least. My newest attempt at a query letter is up on Public Query Slushpile. Stop by and let me know what you think. I am trying out a less is more philosophy. Wondering if it works, or if it just makes it more confusing.
That’s all I have for today. Stop back by on Monday for the contest.
Which one do you think is the truth? Which one do you think is the biggest lie? How the heck was your week? And what do you think of my new philosophy of write=sleep?
I hope you all had as much fun with this contest as I did. I believe this is going to be a regular occurrence here on Eyes 2 Page. From where I was sitting, it was so exciting watching the story unfold.
Before I announce the winners to the Keep It Going Contest, I have an award to give out.
The Sunshine Award came to me via Laurel at Laurel’s Leaves. (Thank you!), and I want to pass it along to a few people that bring a little sunshine into my life with their wonderful blogs.
Congrats to each of you! Email me by clicking on the envelope, and let me know which you would prefer.
This was so much fun. Thanks to everyone who played along. I added an ending to the story, and have posted the story in its entirety for your enjoyment. Lots of talent went into the story below!
Did you have fun with this contest? Any suggestions for a better name? Suggestions to make the contest even more fun?
The story…
Janet paced back and forth, wearing out the pile on the speckled berber rug. Tommy should have arrived over two hours ago. He was supposed to be in, out, and back in her arms. The bags were packed, the car was gassed, and the GPS was programmed.
“What’s taking so long?” she said aloud, releasing the blinds. The new crease in the thin plastic strip showed her impatience.
She turned on the television, finding the local news. Forcing herself to sit down, she stared, praying that the newscaster would not tell her something that her cell phone had not.
Her skin nearly touched the ceiling when the doorbell rang.
She leaped from the couch. Not bothering with the peephole, she swung open the door.
“What are you doing here?” Janet asked.
---A.J. Frey
Standing poised at the entrance was the tenacious and diplomatic Sonya Reed. Beautiful and wealthy with clothes to match. Smart as a whip, and just as flexible; in bedside manners as well as politics.
"I haven't come at a bad time have I?" Sonya asked. Her devious, plastic smile suggested she knew the answer to her own question. Sonya’s commanding demeanor was so powerful she needn’t even ask to be let in; she simply wafted through the doorway like a casual breeze, took off her gloves and tossed them onto Janet’s shoulder.
Sonya sauntered into the room, casually surveying the bags lying around the sofa. “Where are you headed?” She asked.
Janet slowly closed the door, her eyes fixed on Sonya.
“Vacation?” Sonya asked, still strutting around the sofa, pretending to not notice Janet walking toward the bags. “You know, with all the money Tommy’s going to get from that deal with Martin you two could travel anywhere you like, couldn’t you?”
Janet laid Sonya’s gloves on the arm of the sofa. She was so nervous she almost laughed. “Yeah—I—I guess we could.” There was a pistol stowed away in the open bag closest to Sonya. Janet feared she had already seen it, but wasn’t certain enough to give up trying to conceal the weapon. She carelessly grabbed a few random items off the coffee table (coasters, magazines, a remote) and moved toward the bag, trying to look as though she intended to pack the items away.
Sonya turned, nonchalant, meeting Janet’s eyes with her own. “You should.”
The tension in the room is unbearable. Janet maintains her gaze, as she reaches into the bag slowly.
Sonya's eyes avert down to the bag, attracted by the shine of the barrel of a Glock 17 being pulled out.
"What are you doing?"
Janet's grip is unsteady, but she raises the gun and points it at Sonya. "I don't have the patience for your bullshit right now, Sonya. This deal is going to change our lives."
Sonya smiles, "What, are you going to shoot me?"
The door opens behind Sonya, and Janet reacts impulsively, answering her question. Sonya's body drops, as Tommy stops in his tracks.
"Nothing. I... Ugh..." She looked down at the gun. Had she actually pulled the trigger? She certainly hadn't meant to. Oh, boy. Now what was she going to do?
Sonya stirred, slowly opening her eyes.
"Oh, thank God. You passed out," Janet said, offering her hand to help Sonya to her feet.
Sonya slapped her hand away and glanced over at Tommy. "You get it?"
He nodded.
"Perfect. Now, let's get the hell out of here."
Janet's heart sunk. "What's going on?"
Sonya laughed. "She has no clue? You've been a bad boy, Tommy. I thought you were going to tell her."
He shrugged. "Never got the chance."
Janet fisted her hands on her hips. "Tell me what?"
Tommy faltered, his eyes flickering toward the gun just long enough to declare his guilt.
Janet’s gaze narrowed and she shook her head. The puzzle pieces began to click together in her mind so obviously that she cursed herself for not having seen it before. Of course. It had been Tommy and Sonya all along. Why would she ever have thought that he would choose her over someone so dangerous, so seductive? Someone who oozed confidence and sexuality. Someone who… was still alive.
“Damnit.” Janet raised the gun toward Sonya. The relief that she had not shot her quickly soured into regret.
“Jan, it’s -“ Tommy began. Janet kept the gun trained on the smirking woman and thought she read sadness in Tommy’s eyes.
“It’s Elise, sweetheart,” Sonya cut in. Janet felt the foundation within her begin to crack. Tommy’s warning glance at the woman was not lost on her.
“Sonya, don’t-“
“Why not?” the woman mused. Janet knew that Sonya was ruthless, but to be that careless in the line of fire? Then she saw it. The slight bulge under her armpits. The faintest squaring of her fitted shirt. She was wearing a bulletproof vest. Janet knew immediately that she was out of her league.
“She’s alive, kitten.” The words rolled out of Sonya’s scarlet tinged lips lazily and Janet hated her. Detested her. But now, she needed her. Because now this woman stood between her and her only child, a child that had been dead to her for the past two years.
What did it matter now? She raised the gun again and pointed it at her baby’s Daddy. Tommy had no intention of turning over the money. Worse, he had no love for the child she’d willing sacrificed to his scheme. Her beautiful daughter Elise, used so carelessly in a game of cat and mouse with her father, Argus Frump. Her evil step mom in on the swindle all along.
Janet’s hand shook with her sobs. “But where is Elise? How do I get her back?”
Tommy frowned. “Back? We signed the adoption papers a week ago. It’s a done deal. Your Dad gets Elise, we get the money -”
“We; as in Tommy and I,” Sonya purred. “Stroke of genius that was, my love, offering his grandchild in place of the daughter he disinherited. Once he changed his will for his brother to be her payee, there was no sense my killing him.”
“But you signed the pre-nupt knowing you’d never get a dime, Sonya.”
“You can’t really believe I was in love with your balding, pouchy gutted father.” She licked her botox filled lips and puffed out her silicon filled chest. “It’s been Tommy and me all along. Who knew old Argus would really cut his only daughter from his will.”
“Tacky, babe,” Tommy warned. “Don’t give away all our secrets.”
Sonya's face hardened. “Now put that gun down, you silly twit. Or, we’ll release the video of you shooting me onto U-tube.”
Those words are muffled by the sound of a gunshot. Tommy's face loses its expression, and his shirt turns red in the center. His body drops to the floor, due to a fatal, center-mass shot.
"Tommy!" Sonya screams, and drops to her knees, in what appears to be agony. "Don't you die on me! Not without telling me where the money is!" She hits him, out of anger, and realizes that it is not just her and Janet in the room. She looks to her left, to meet the business end of a second Glock 17.
"You ok, baby girl?"
"I'm fine, dad."
"Good, your daughter is downstairs, with my money, and Tessa. Why don't you go to the car, while I take care of this."
"Thanks, dad."
"Sonya, dear, I just don't think this is going to work out between us."
“Dad, let me,” said Janet, her eyes showing the full betrayal that her heart felt. “Please.”
Argus handed the pistol to his daughter. Without the beat of a heart, Janet pointed it directly at Sonya’s head and fired, sparks of flint and blood cascading in the air. She didn’t repeat the mistake from earlier. This woman was out of her life for good.
“Come on,” said Argus, gripping the doorknob.
Janet paused for a moment, finally given the gift of clarity. “Elise is really downstairs?” she asked.
“Yes, baby girl. Let’s go see her.”
“Couldn’t crack the safe without me, could you?”
Dear old dad’s face fell. “What?”
“You need me to get the money.”
He stared eye to eye with the barrel of his own gun. It was vibrating nervously in his daughter’s hands. “Jan, hun, it’s not like that.”
“Oh, really. How is it? You made me believe she was dead. You and that bitch of a wife conspired against me. You stole everything from me. And when you realized that she was betraying you with Tommy, you needed me once more.”
“No, baby, you’re wrong. Yes, I did some bad things. But, I love you. I came here to save you.” He stepped towards her, arms stretched and one hand heading straight for the pistol.
Janet was done trusting. She was done being betrayed. She steadied her hand. “Bullshit, Dad, you came to save yourself.” And she fired.
She shoved the gun in her bag, and then tossed the straps over her shoulder. She took the stairs two at a time. Her heart swelled when she saw the car. Elise was sitting in the back seat, kicking her feet. She stayed focused.
“Where’s Argus?” asked Tessa.
“He’s upstairs. He needs some help. I had my hands full.” She dropped the bag on the pavement beside the red sedan. “Why don’t you run up and see what you can do?”
Tessa’s uncomfortable smile lifted her from her seat, and she ran up the steps. As soon as she hit the first step, Janet tossed her bags in the back, and bent down to kiss her daughter.
“Hey, gorgeous girl? Want to go to Disneyland?”
“Woohoo,” said the little girl, her blonde pigtails bouncing with excitement.
She kissed her daughter once more, climbed in the front seat, and left the rest behind.
…not me. A while back I entered the Canary Yellow into the WOW! Women on Writing Fall Flash Fiction contest. I just saw the winners, and though I was not one of them - I was very impressed with the entries. It was fun to play along. I look forward to the next contest I get to participate in. This was my first short story and my first contest, and I was pleased to make it as far as I did.
But on to the fun stuff! In the last few months I did rack up a couple of awards from you fine folks, and it’s time for me to pay it forward.
The first comes from Michele over at Southern City Mysteries. She runs a great blog, and is a fellow member of Sisters in Crime. Thanks Michele!
So, I am passing it on to two people that I read on a regular basis, and think you guys should to.
J.M Diaz over at Ulterior Motive. His blog is zany, opinionated, and of the utmost awesome.
Secondly, Roni at Fiction Groupie. She has done an amazing job with her blog, and you can always count on learning something from her. She puts a great deal of work into what she writes, and it shows.
The second comes to me from Donna Hole. She has been a wonderful reader, and I always look forward to her comments. You're awesome, Donna!
I don’t always play by the rules, but in the instance I will. The rules state that you should answer the questions with one word and pass the award along to five bloggers.
So, to be a rebel – I’m doing this backwards.
I’m nominating the following over-the-toppers: (Now let’s see if I can get all the links right.)
I hope you guys play along! (Whew, that was hard.)
So, here are my responses. I was a few beers in when I answered, and decided to leave it instead of editing myself. I figure you want to know someone, liquor ‘em up and then quiz ‘em. Hmmm, I’m going to try this with my next batch of characters. Margaritas in AJ’s brain! :-)
Your cell phone: Buzzing
Your hair: Blazin’
Your mother: Unpredictable
Your father: Remembered
Your favorite food: Salsa
Your dream last night: Regrets
Your favorite drink: Margaritas
Your dream goal: Author
What room are you in: Mine
Your hobby: Writing
Your fear: Snakes
Where do you see yourself in six years: Unsure
Where were you last night: Editing
Something you aren't: Patient
Muffins: Texas
Wish list item: Yes
Where did you grow up: Arkansas
Last thing you did: Refill
What are you wearing: Pajamanas
Your TV: Noise
Your pets: None
Friends: Supportive
Your life: Dreamy
Your mood: Mellow
Missing someone: Always
Vehicle: Charger
Something you aren't wearing: Shoes
Your favorite store: Indie
Your favorite color: Green
When was last time your laughed: Now
Last time you cried: Now
Your best friend: Husband
One place you go to over and over: Mind
Facebook: Always
Favorite place to eat: Mexicano
