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Not Your Average Interview

1 Feb

Here celebrating the release of her debut YA book, My Dad’s a Paranormal investigator: Seeking Shapeshifters, is Rebekah L Purdy.

Now, I say this isn’t your average interview because not only is Rebekah one of my favorite authors, she’s also my sister.

So Bec, first off, let me say I loved My Dad’s a Paranormal Investigator and can’t wait for the fan mail (e-mails) to start pouring in. What would you say was the driving force behind this story?

RLP: Can it be my husband? (lol) Really, he’s the one who inspired me to write the dad in the book. Every year he (my hubby) arranges trips and nights out in search of Big Foot, ghosts, and hauntings. As something fun for the family. Plus, I’m a HUGE fan of the shows Ghost Hunters and Destination Truth.

~How long did it take for you to write My Dad’s?

RLP: Probably 3 months. (I fast tracked it during the mentor program, hosted by Romance Diva’s–an on-line romance writers group I belong to.) 

~And how long from the time of completion to publication?

RLP: This book sat on the shelf for some time, so almost two years.

~What inspired you to begin writing?

RLP: I’ve always loved reading, which branched into writing. But I’d have to say my fourth grade teacher Mr. McGrath was the person who introduced me to books, where I fell in love with the stories and wanted to write my own.

~What’s your favorite part of the writing process?

RLP: I like it all. But probably coming up with a new idea and the excitement of creating new characters–and stalking my character look-a-likes on IMBD (Internet Movie Data Base–at least I think that’s what it means) And yes, Taylor Lautner’s available to play the character part in my next book.

~(lol) If he can’t maybe Ian Somerhalder can.

RLP: No, I’m saving him for myself because he’s spicy like a meatball. (She says in an italian accent)

~I’m allowed to say you’re a dork because we’re sisters, right?! Anyway, is there anything you must have when you’re writing?

RLP: A damn good playlist, lots of water, chocolate, my dog on the back of the chair, a notebook-for character sketches, IMBD-again to stalk my “characters”, and a theasuarus . Oh, and a computer.

~Yeah, a computer helps. (lol) Next is a question I know you’ll enjoy. Does your love of Star Wars influence you as an author?

RLP: Are you kidding me, I have the force in my blood. I am one with Yoda, ye-es. Seriously though, I think Star Wars is the first thing to help me connect with the whole good-vs-evil vibe. My crush on Luke Skywalker aside, I believe Star Wars embodies everything you’d look for in a good story. Because it has the light and dark sides, romance, action…

~What is one bit of advice you’d like to impart to a beginning writer?

RLP: Don’t eat yellow snow. (ha!) Not don’t put that…

~It’s already there.

RLP: Let’s see, one bit of advice. Don’t quit writing. Even when you think a story may not go anywhere. Basically, every story you write is a stepping stone and helps you to improve your craft.

~From one writer to another that is excellent advice. Now, I know you’ve been writing seriously for 7 years, what are some things you think have helped you improve your craft?

RLP: Anytime I finish one book I immediatley begin working on the next. I also have a fab crit group, which includes my darling, beautiful sister. *wink*wink* Also, I think not taking rejection too personal helps.

~Speaking of the dreaded “R”, any thoughts on dealing with agent/publisher rejection?

RLP: Again, don’t take it personal. And make sure EVERYTHING is ready to go before you send it. As in, edit your work and/or have someone else critique or read it.

~Great advice. And one final question, what’s next?

RLP: I’m working on a story now and awaiting a contract on book I submitted last fall.

~Be sure to let me know when your next contract comes rolling in. (I know you will).

To find out more about Rebekah click HERE and enter for a chance to win her YA Paranormal Romance, My Dad’s a Paranormal Investigator: Seeking Shapeshifters.

Congratulations again Bec, I look forwad to celebrating many more releases with you!

(Read the blurb for My Dad’s below)

My Dad’s a Paranormal Investigator: Seeking Shapeshifters

Sixteen year old Ima Berry (pronounced I’m a) leads anything but a normal life. For starters, the ridiculous name her eccentric dad gave her is always the opening for a good joke. Not to mention the fact he makes his living as a supernatural investigator, which has them moving around every few months. It’s hard to hang out with new friends when she spends all her time trying to prove the existence of Bigfoot, ghosts, fairies and any other number of paranormal creatures. Unfortunately, the cases always end in disaster. That is until now.

On a whim, Ima’s father decides to move them to Point Hope, Alaska. Here, he plans to investigate the possibility of shifters amongst the Inuit tribes. Ima isn’t thrilled with the move, until she meets an Inuit guy named Carsen. Not only is he hot, but he’s also a star basketball player, and he’s interested in her. Too bad his best friend, Talon, doesn’t like her and takes every opportunity he can to discourage the relationship. Ima has no idea what she’s done to make him mad, but there’s no denying the strange connection between them.

As things grow more serious with Carsen, Ima uncovers a secret about him and some of the residents of Point Hope. A secret that will force her to choose between her father’s already dwindling career and her new found love. And with the knowledge of this secret comes danger…a danger that could cost them their lives.

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Writer-All-Nighter (2)

6 Jan

Wonder what  happens when an author (writer)  pulls an all nighter. Well here’s a list of my favorite all nighter activities:

#1. Write: This is probably a given, but I thought I’d better mention it to avoid confusion.

#2. Visit Blogs: Comment on the blogs in the blogroll for two reasons. First off because this is a great all nighter intermission activity. And second, it’s always nice to take time out for others when your otherwise busy.

#3. Read: That’s right. During my all nighters it’s essential that I keep a book close (that’s not my own) and read five pages here and there. I find this helps me to pull back from what I’m attempting to write so that when I revisit my work ten minutes later it’s like looking at it with fresher eyes.

#4. Chat on Skype: This works especially well with a friend in another time zone who’s impressed when you say, “Oh yeah, I’m still awake at 2 am. What time is it there? Oh, only 9? What’s that, you need to go to bed?” I find this activity tends to revive me for the big finish.

And finally, the  activity to do when pulling an all nighter…

Blog!

How do you handle an all nighter?

What’s New This Year:

1 Jan

Well for starters:

#1: Social Vibe: I’m raising money for education but not in the way you’d think. Here’s how it works. Click on the social vibe widget (further down my sidebar) and it’ll open to a set of Company based ads. You watch the ad and the company donates money to the cause. It cost them money and each of us 5 minutes of our time. A really easy/great way to give back.

#2: The 2011 Debut Authors Challenge – hosted by The Story Siren. This is exciting to me. Because as a writer it’s easy to sometimes write/critique and forget to read. (Or get too busy to read). I’m hoping this challenge will help me step back even more to simply enjoy a book and of course support Debut Authors. Just found this out as well, each month/for every review done on a debut book participants names are put into a drawing for a prize pack. Below is a photo of January’s pack. Let me just say, WOW!

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#3: The contest area in my sidebar. (Which I may move lower, because it distracts me for some reason.)

#4: Totally 4 YA: It’s a fantastic NEW authors group geared completely at teens, their lives, their world, YA reading, YA writing… the list goes on and on.

#5: A *hush-hush* sisters site getting ready to launch.

As you can see it’s starting off to be an exciting year already! Oh and before you go, don’t forget to tell me, what’s new with you?

The Simone Effect!

28 Dec

 

Okay, this is NOT one of Simone Ekeles new releases, but I love her so much, I have to be reading her books until I can pick up Chain Reaction (the 3rd installment in the Perfect Chemistry series) when it comes out in MAY 2011.I’ll of course be giving my short review of Return to Paradise (the sequel to Leaving Paradise) as soon as I finish, but let me just say, I love it already. Only approx 100 pages in and I wish her books never ended.

 

Also, new to the bookshelf this past week is Matched by Ally Condie (Allyson Condie). Can’t wait to crack this one open!

What’s on your bookshelf?

The Short Reviews:Perfect Chemistry, Rules of Attraction and How I Live Now

23 Dec

I’m a fan of reviews, but don’t always like finding out all there is to know about a book before reading one. Mostly it’s nice to know whether a person loved a particular book, or felt like it was a huge disappointment. So I’ll be focusing on short/sweet reviews and give each book a ‘love’ rating based on the rating system below.

DECEMBER_____________________________________________

December 2010:

How I Live NowThe Report: My sister suggested this book to me

Title: How I live Now

Author: Meg Rosoff

Pages: 194

ISBN:0553376055 (ISBN13: 9780553376050)

RATING: 4♥♥♥♥ bff’s

How I Live Now surprised me.  I wasn’t positive I would care for the author’s unique way of telling the story. In the end, I enjoyed Meg Rossoff’s writing, characters, world and writing style. Parts of the story were just heartbreaking while others brought hope and laughter.

Overall I thought it was an excellent read. Though, I admit it may not tug everyone’s heart as it did mine.

NOVEMBER____________________________________________

November 2010:

Rules of Attraction (Perfect Chemistry, #2)The Report: Purchased Perfect Chemistry (Book #1) from local bookstore

Title: Rules of Attraction (Perfect Chemistry Series, #2)

Author: Simone Elkeles

Pages: 324

ISBN:0802720862 (ISBN13: 9780802720863)

RATING: 6♥♥♥♥♥♥ marry me!

Simone has fast become one of my favorite authors. All that really needs said, is if you haven’t read the Perfect Chemistry series, do. Now that I’m waiting on Chain Reaction (the 3rd in the series to come out) I’ve bought and read several other Simone Elkeles titles. She’s brilliant. This follow up to the first book, Perfect Chemistry features Carlos, Alex’s brother. Carlos is just as hot, dangerous and full of pride. Kiera, his opposite, seems very innocent, but I love the depth the author gives to her character. This is a book (series) I will read over and over again.

**The third book in the series is all about Fuentes brother #3 Louis. Seriously can’t wait!

OCTOBER______________________________________________

October 2010:

Perfect Chemistry (Perfect Chemistry, #1)The Report: Purchased Perfect Chemistry (Book #1) from local bookstore

Title: Perfect Chemistry

Author: Simone Elkeles

Pages: 360

ISBN:0802798225 (ISBN13: 9780802798220)

RATING: 6♥♥♥♥♥♥ marry me!

Simone creates fantastic characters in a lovely story. I adore Alex, the guy from the wrong side of the tracks pitted with the perfectly imperfect Brit. There’s a growth in their relationship that the author captures and maintains throughout the story. And an honesty about how Alex (a gang member) views life and girls. Simone does an excellent job at volleying between the two characters POV, which was key in this book. In short, I loved Perfect Chemistry, love the author, and now I’m off to purchase Rules of Attraction. (No such thing as too much of a good thing when it comes to books written by Simone!)

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These and future reviews can be referenced any time in the future by clicking on THE SHORT REVIEWS title in the menu bar above the blog header. Hope you enjoyed the reviews! I would love to hear about what you’ve read, what books you love and/or if you have any suggested reads for me. Just let me know by leaving a comment on this post.

BIG NEWS: The Replacement and Rules of Attraction Blog Tours!

22 Dec

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Two Fabulous Authors Doing UK Blog Tours.

And since they’re on line tours, we can all play!! Thanks to Jenny over at  Wondrous Reads, for this Fab info!! She says to check out all the details on the banners and join in! (banners made by the talented Kat at S&S!)

I adore both of these authors. Simone Elkeles who I author crush…BIG TIME! And Brenna Yovanoff, who was absolutely lovely participating on a YA panel at Romance Divas! So excited for this event arranged by Simon & Schuster Children’s UK (@simonkids_UK on Twitter).

Tell me, will you be available to play on any of these dates?

Before you go click over to read the most recent December ‘SHORT REVIEW’.

YAFF Muse: Every Opportunity

15 Dec

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!

Foggy sunlight by walyir

 

Every Opportunity

by: Rachel Marie Pratt

“Mackenzie, get up.” Trae nudged me in the leg with the tip of his steel toed boot.  A solid reminder, last night hadn’t gone at all how I’d planned.  On my way down to Peterson’s barn, I played over and over in my mind how perfect we would be together. But reality was nothing like I imagined. Laying on a haystack opposite him for five-long-hours, listening to the torrential rains pummel the sides of the barn, the trees splintering as the wind wrestled the branches to the ground. I didn’t get a bit of sleep.

Through squinty eyelids I peeked up at him and stretched as if I was just waking. Lord, he was beautiful in the morning. Even in torn jeans and a filthy shirt, he looked good. Of course, it helped that under his dirty clothes were the lean muscles of a bull rider. I pushed from the scratchy straw to stand. Pieces of last night’s bedding poked my hands as I combed my hair with my fingers.

“I’m sorry about coming here. It’s just I thought—”

“I know what you were thinking, Mac.” His head shook and he walked toward the barn door.

Of course he knew, I didn’t exactly leave much to his imagination coming there wearing nothing but high heels and a trench coat.

Slowly, I crossed the barn to stand beside him. The minutes past while I mustered up the nerve to whisper, “The truth is I like you. A lot.”

“I like you too.” He continued to stare straight ahead.

“Yeah.” I lowered my voice, pulling the trench closer. “Just not enough to be with me.”

“Christ. You’re oblivious, you know that?”

My chest tightened at the frustration in his voice. He really must hate me. The thought turned my stomach sour. What was I thinking coming here? We’d been friends for as long as my dad stabled our horses at Peterson Farms. From day one, I talked to Trae without feeling self conscience. At least until the day I realized I wanted him more than anything else in the world.

Tears burned my eyes.

“I’d better go.” I went to move around him.

The shock of his hand sieving my arm, halting my retreat, was nothing compared to his mouth suddenly capturing mine. Like an electric current coursed through me, my body tingled. His lips crushed mine with feverish demand. I ran my hands up the front of his shirt, bringing them to rest at the nape of his neck. When I tugged him closer, deepening our kiss. He groaned and pulled back.

“What?” I asked, breathless.

His hesitation stirred my fear. “Mac, last night…I wanted you. I still want you. But not like this. Not here. Don’t you see?”

He waved his hands through the air at our surroundings, at him and me.

“See what?”

“I’m nineteen.” He began to pace. “I muck out stables for a living. Dammit. You’re not even seventeen.”

“I will be in a week.”

“You’re dad talks about you and Harvard.” His pacing stopped and he turned to face me. “Harvard, Mac. Not community college or working in a factory.”

“So you can’t like me because of some college?”

“That’s not it at all. I love you enough not to get in the way.”

“Love?” The word hung there, a web of admissions spun between us. He loves me. I love him. “What if I don’t go—”

“No.” Trae bowed his head. When his chin lifted the pain in his eyes is unbearable. “Can’t you see I don’t want you to give up your dreams?”

“Then don’t push me away.”

His mouth parted, but no words came. For the longest time we watched one another. Neither of us moved. My mind was made up a long time ago. And by the way he looked at me I could see his was too. It looked as though it might come down to whoever was more determined, when the barn door burst open.

“Daddy?” I gasped. My gaze shifted to Trae then back to my father, who grabbed me by the forearm and yanked me outside.

In wake of the storm the sky hazed over with a thick fog, but it didn’t hide the anger that drew hard lines across Dad’s face. “You’ve got some explaining to do young lady.”

“But—”

He twisted around to Trae. “I’ll be talking to your boss.”

“Dad, please.” I begged as he rushed me to the car.

“You think I’ve given you every opportunity so you could blow it all on some cowboy and a romp in the hay?”

“We didn’t do anything.”

“You expect me to believe that boy didn’t take advantage of you?”

I stopped walking. Dad halted too.

“His name is Trae. And he didn’t take advantage of me.” Tears flowed warm on my checks. “I came here because I thought he might like me. But he didn’t want anything to do with me, except to say, we could be friends.”

Relief softened Dad’s features. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, Mac. You can’t go around offering yourself to every guy you think you like.”

I stayed quiet. It was better to let him believe that than to admit that I’d fallen for Trae years ago, and that he loved me too, especially if I wanted to save Trae’s job.

“Lucky for you that boy’s got morals.” He pointed at me.

Dad was right. Trae never once crossed the line. He wanted what was best for me and now, more than ever, I knew he was it.

I settled into the passenger seat then glanced at Trae in the side mirror. As the car pulled away, Trae disappeared into the fog. A smile tugged the corners of my mouth. We’d be together again. Just not today.

© 2010, December 15, rmg.

Thanks for coming by. Please be sure to drop by my fellow YAFFers blogs and don’t forget to leave a comment. This will be our last Muse until after the holidays! But make sure you check back after the first of the year for more YAFF MUSE!

Miranda Buchanan

Rebekah L. Purdy

Traci Kenworth

Vanessa Barger

YAFF Muse: High Temps

22 Sep

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!

The Room By:trublueboy

High Temps

A hundred and two degrees and sunny, yesterday. A hundred and five degrees and sunny, today. The heat never dissipates. I shift among the sheets on my bed looking for the spot. You know the one, where it’s still cool, and for a split second you find relief.

Relief is a luxury these days, air conditioning that no one can afford, water that’s untainted, ice. Oh Lord, I remember the days of ice. Summer months spent with the wonderful treasure at my disposal. How many times a day would I sneak to the freezer and grab a cool, slick piece of frozen water from its tray? Each crunch of the cube a tasty treat, wetting my throat and freezing my tongue.

I turn, becoming tangled in the bedding. Someone takes a cloth to my forehead and wipes away the perspiration. I want to thank them but my tongue is like a sand-trap and the words are caught inside. My inhales become raspy and exhales catch in my throat.

And for the first time since the high temperatures began, I give in to the thought that they’ll be death of me.

*****

“The fever has taken hold, Sonny.  Her temperatures a hundred and five degrees today,” says Dr. Roth. “I think your sister’s ready to let go. It should be anytime now.”

She nods, allowing the tears to flow. Months of going without heat, so we could eat. Burning our furniture with the exception of this bed, all of it was for nothing. The wind blows its freezing breath through the gapes in the side of the house, she shivers. “Dear God, I pray she doesn’t feel this cold.”

©2010, September 21, rmg.

Pretty sure this weeks muse was inspired by the fact that I was sick most of last week and the weekend with a flu bug. Feeling better now, so it was time to make my characters suffer, I guess.

Thanks for coming by. Please be sure to drop by my fellow YAFFers blogs and don’t forget to leave a comment.

Jennifer Fischetto

Mindy Buchanan

Rebekah L. Purdy

Traci Kenworth

Vanessa Barger

YAFF Muse: Long Ride Home

15 Sep

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!

Photo by: phypet

Long Ride Home

By: R.M.Gilbert

Leaning, with my elbows against side the viaduct, I peered out at the old neighborhood. The rundown apartment I shared with Mom. The train tracks below, where I played chicken with the subway. But nothing felt like home more than the maple tree at the far end of the road. My haven whenever Mom had a fight with one of her guys.

I inhaled the stale air, thick with the scent of rust and moldy wood. Who knew one breath would bring back the past?

The clatter of alcohol bottles echoed in my mind. I put my hands over my ears, but the cli-clank of glass got louder. And the neighborhood before me turned fuzzy like an out of focus lens.

Music blared from a boombox on the floor next to the coffee table, competing with the screams of my baby brother. Mom’s by the door. A guy stands next to her. Long greasy hair stringing past his shoulders, a scar on his right cheek and a bum eye.

“I’ll give you a half ounce, for five minutes alone with your daughter,” the man said. He dangled a small bag full of white powder under Mom’s nose. She probably thought I was too busy making the baby a bottle to hear, but I heard everything. And this guy was not going to lay a finger on me. Not one.

I watched the door closely for any signs he might push his way in. Mom’s feet shifted as she twists to glance at me in the kitchen. With the rear of her hand, she wiped her nose. Her nostrils flared and beamed bright red against the pale of her skin. The consideration in her drugged gaze was all the indication I needed to go to my special spot.

Slipping from the kitchen, I edged the wall of the living room. And while they negotiated I sneaked to mine and my brother’s room.  His tiny hands reached. Not for me, but for the bottle. I wondered if Mom fed him while I was at school. I pushed the bottle into his mouth, kissed his tear covered cheek then laid him back in the crib.

“Someday I’ll take you from all of this,” I said and turned to the window, knowing that was an awfully big promise for a twelve year old to make.

I sighed, taking one last peek at the crib before I shimmied down a vent pipe. The rusted metal scraped like gravel on the way down. But scratched hands were nothing compared to a mutilated spirit. The tips of my toes touched down and with the earth beneath me, sirens wailing around me, I raced to the end of our road, climbed to the highest spot I dared to climb in my tree and waited.

Waited for the sun to come up.

Waited for Mom to pass out.

Waited for the men to leave.

Waited for the five o’clock train to tell me it was safe to go back to my brother.

I listened for the train now, but instead…

“Are you okay?”

My eyes refocused and I glanced at the hand grasping mine; the fingers aren’t as tiny as they were then. “Yeah,” I whispered.

“Is that the train you took me out on?”

I searched the commuter cars, long deserted on the tracks, their graphitized walls.

“That’s not the one.” I shook my head. “Ours went the other direction. Downtown. To the police station.”

“Hey kids,” Aunt Pauline called from the end of the viaduct. “It’s getting late and you still need to eat and shower.”

Off in the distance I heard a screech on the rails. I squeezed my brother’s hand thankful for the five o’clock train.

©2010, September 15, rmg.

This weeks muse was written last second. My baby girl turned 12 yesterday so I wanted to portray a story of a girl the same age. But a close look at the picture this week and everything in the neighborhood looked broken down, so I put a 12 year old there and asked myself: What would her life be like? How would she survive? Who would be there with her? Where would she find an escape if not in something bad?

In the end, the answers would heartbreaking and yet a relief at the same time. She’s  courageous, a survivor, and a savior.

Thanks for coming by. Please be sure to drop by my fellow YAFFers blogs and don’t forget to leave a comment.

Cambria Dillon

Mindy Buchanan

Rebekah L. Purdy

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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