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Finally Friday Segment:Introducing Baby Girl, BeeGee, BG.

24 Sep

Sitting back I realized a big part of my sanity when it comes to reading and writing stems from the moments I share with my 12 year old daughter, who I’ll call BeeGee (not like the group, but like a way cooler nickname than Baby Girl). Hmm, maybe I’ll go lazy and just use BG, I think I will. Moving on.

So BG and I sat down together this weekend and came up with the idea to do blog posts together. Sometimes we’ll have giveaways, she’ll write a post of her own. We’ll talk ‘stuff’ and focus as best we can on reading, writing, and life in the Gilbert house.

Since this is our first Finally Friday Segment we’ll begin with her introduction.

How about you tell the readers something about yourself…

BG: Well, as Mom said, I’m 12. What she didn’t say is I’m in the 6th grade. I love to…

Should I have told them you’re in the 6th grade?

BG: I think you should have. *smiles* Anyway, like I was saying, I love to read, listen to music, and I really like learning about Egypt. Also, I enjoy a good mystery, even if I’m the one who wrote it. I’m not very fond of math. Science is okay. (But I would rather be in Social Studies or Language Arts.)

So would you rather read or write?

BG: Probably read. But I guess, it depends on the day.

Would you rather do LOTS of math or get a tetanus shot? (Seeing as she just went in for her shots it should be an easy comparison).

BG: MATH, big time!!

I’ll remember that next time you sit down to do homework.

BG: (Thank heaven she doesn’t remember things too well. Hehehe!)

Don’t worry; it’s going on THE LIST! Mwahahaha!!! *clears throat* Okay, now back to reading. BG and I are going to celebrate the launch of our Finally Friday Segment with a GIVEAWAY. Yay!!

BG: Oh my gosh Mom, we’re only giving away a book.

Yeah, but tell ‘em what book.

BG: It’s a really cute comedy book that we read together.

That’s right, it’s about this girl, Juli–

BG: And this boy named Bryce–

I read Juli–

BG: Oh, and I read Bryce–

Juli was a bit clueless and naive and totally crushing on Bryce.

BG: Bryce was hilarious and tried his best to avoid Juli.

But eventually things flip and the two begin to see one another differently–

BG: Yeah, my favorite part was at the beginning when he’s trying to get Juli to let go of his hand and he’s thinking about how she has him ‘in a death grip.’

I loved that part, (lol) and her thoughts were priceless: ‘I almost got my first kiss that day, I’m sure of it.’ When the whole time Bryce is trying to get away.

The book we’re talking about is Flipped By: Wendelin Van Draanen.

BG: Yeah, Flipped is totally flipping awesome!!

Um…yep it is. At the heart of the story is true friendship, finding something to believe in, and the value of family. If you want to win a copy of Flipped for you–

BG: Or someone you love.

Go ahead and leave a comment. Anything to add, BG?

BG: How will the readers know who wins? Maybe we could number the comments and draw a number.

Sounds good.

BG: Do I get to draw the winner?

Sure, and we’ll announce who’s won on–

BG: Monday!

Okay, so there you have it, you have the weekend to comment.

BG: Adios!!!

Thanks for stopping by. And a quick recap, don’t forget to leave a comment for your chance to win Flipped and while you’re here say ‘hi’ to my baby girl–don’t tell her I said that–and let us know what you think of our Finally Friday Segment.

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BG: Be our first WINNER!! (And so you know, we ordered the book from my scholastic book order…and I’m not exactly sure how soon it’ll be in).

YAFF Muse: This Girls Life:The Perfect Kiss

28 Jul

Welcome again to YAFF Muse: blog rounds. The ladies of YA Fiction Fanatics have come together for YAFF Muse. To have a little fun, explore different styles of writing and to give you some kick-butt shorts to read.  Enjoy!

Grass Kiss 2 By: Criswey

This Girls Life: Episode 63: The Perfect Kiss

By: R.M.Gilbert

“And cut!” The director calls out.

I push off the ground.

“Now we just need to get that same kiss from three other angles and we can call it a day,” Quentin says, still in the grass. I blush. He plays opposite me in This Girls Life. We’ve known each other since the show’s first pilot five years ago, and this is the first time our characters, Gage and Gloria, hook up.

If only life was as simple as our script. For years, I’ve crushed on Quentin and never had the guts to tell him. And kissing like this is anything but romantic.

“Places,” says the director.

I straddle Quentin, or rather, Gage, and lean in. They measure the distance from our mouths to the camera, angle our body’s so they can capture the light just right, and we listen as they instruct us on how to pucker our lips.

“This Girls Life: Episode Sixty-three: The Perfect Kiss. Angle 2. Take 1. And action.”

Fifty people surround us while we kiss. I’m being paid to make it look good and feel ‘real’ for our viewers. But it’s uncomfortable, almost painful.

After another five takes from the final two angles the director calls it quits for the day. Everyone claps because they think they’ve nailed the shots, saying that it really is the most perfect kiss.

I head back to my trailer to take off the pound and a half of make-up, asking my assistant for a minute alone. Tears well as I sit in front of dressing room mirror. For so long I’d imagined my first kiss would be different. Not something in front of a camera crew. Definitely not something scripted. Sighing, I pick up the make-up remover, strip away Gloria and return to plain old me.

“Sam.” My assistant knocks on the door. “Hey, Samantha.”

“One second, Kara,” I say, pushing my dark hair behind my ears before I stand, then open door. “What’s up?”

“Someone to see you,” she says and steps aside.

Quentin slips alongside the trailer. He smiles, his cheeks turn pink.  “I thought we could talk.”

Kara glances between us. “I’ll come back later,” she says and strolls toward our last shoot.

“I wondered if…” Quentin rolls back on his heels. “The thing is, I thought maybe—”

“Do you want to come in?” I ask, pushing the trailer door wider.

“Yeah.” He glances over his shoulder before entering and stumbles on the top step, nearly falling on top of me. He uses the wall to steady himself. “Dang-it I wanted to do this differently.”

I close the door and try hiding the disappointment I felt only seconds ago. I turn to face him. “Do what differently?”

“This,” he says, capturing my face between his hands. His mouth brushes delicately over mine. Tingles dance across my body. And when he goes to deepen the kiss, our foreheads bump and tongues intermingle. He tastes like pizza and our teeth scrape, but I don’t care. I circle my arms around him. There’s nothing forced or awkward about this perfect kiss.

©2010, July 27, rmg.

This short came to me last second. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about, mostly because I thought “How can you look at this picture and NOT see ‘Twilight’. The thing is, I didn’t think there was enough room for me to write a ‘twilightesque’ <–yes, that’s a word, novel. So, here I am thinking ‘Twilight’ when it hits me. No matter how much we love those movie/TV moments, they’re not real. How would a young actress feel if her first kiss was something scripted? My goal was to capture some of the awkwardness of being a teenager, no matter what your path in life.Thanks so much for reading.

After commenting, be sure to stop by other YAFFER sites to see how the picture inspired them:

Mindy Buchanan

R.L.Purdy

Traci Kenworth

Vanessa Barger

YAFF Muse: In the Eye of the Beholder

14 Jul

Welcome again to YAFF Muse: blog rounds. The ladies of YA Fiction Fanatics have come together for YAFF Muse. To have a little fun, explore different styles of writing and to give you some kick-butt shorts to read.

Without further delay, this weeks YAFF Muse pic was provided by YAFF Member: Cambria. Don’t forget to check out the other ladies stories, I’ve linked their sites at the end the post. Enjoy!

Gold By: Kizunachan

In the Eye of the Beholder

By: R.M. Gilbert

“You’re beautiful on the inside as well,” Mom says through the bathroom door. At seventeen, I know that’s a nice way of saying, I love you too much to tell you you’re ugly.

I bury my face in the cool washcloth to douse the burn of tears. For three days running, I’ve been humiliated beyond belief and no one gets it. Mom sure doesn’t, she’s perfectly proportioned. While dad’s about as handsome as they come. And of course there’s my sister, Mel. If I were to describe her in one word it’d be, gorgeous.

Then there’s me, five foot eleven, crooked teeth, oily, acne prone skin and plain, hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of thick glasses. Jipped by the gene pool, that’s what I am.

“Come out.” Mom knocks softly. “I’ll make you no bake cookies and we can watch a movie.”

“Go away,” I say, listening for her footsteps to fade down the hallway.

I drop the washcloth in the sink and lean against the vanity. My thin frame, reflects back at me. Hair teased into a huge fro. Eyelids painted with green and gold eye shadow.

You’re the picture of beauty, the photographer’s words echo in my mind as he snaps another shot of me in a barely there bathing suit. My cheeks warm thinking about it, I feel like a fake—someone wearing another person’s skin. What would it be like to look like my sister? I wonder when another knock sounds on the door.

“Jez?” Mel calls from the hallway.

I hesitate, but crack open the door.

“Can I come in?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” I say, sucking back more tears. But she pushes her way through the door and closes it behind her. I watch her as she crosses to the linen closet and takes the eye makeup remover from the shelf.

“I’ll help you take off the makeup if you’d like.”

Nodding, I sit on the closed toilet lid. “Thanks.”

“Sure.” Her smile shows off her perfect teeth and it reaches all the way to her electric blue eyes. She pushes her hair behind her ears, its smooth like melted chocolate with a color to match. “Can you take off your glasses?”

I do as she asks, and set them on the vanity.

“You’re lucky you know?” she says.

“How?”

“You’re kidding me?” Her brow lifts as she wipes off the thick covering of cosmetic base. “For starters, you’re going to be the cover model for Teen Scene.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I attempt a smile.

“Plus, you’re beautiful.”

I withhold a laugh, but say, “Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder Mel, trust me.”

© 2010, July 13, rmg.

This weeks post was inspired by the photo as well as my past and also thoughts of girls nowadays. It’s so easy to want to look like someone else. Want to be someone else and think that the grass is greener, and if only. The truth is I think a lot of people suffer with image issues at every age and don’t realize that there’s someone else who’d trade places with them for whatever reason. It was a little tricky to write, but I hope the message was clear.

After commenting, be sure to stop by other YAFFER sites to see how the picture inspired them:

Mindy Buchanan

R.L. Purdy

Traci Kenworth

Vanessa Barger

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