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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?

YAFF Muse: Untarnished

18 Aug

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!

iturnedaround by: inessaemilia

Untarnished

By: R.M.Gilbert

Skin slick with sweat, I take the man’s shirt from the floor and slip it on before heading outdoors. Cool mountain air licks my body dry. I shiver. He didn’t take my innocence; it was stolen a long time ago. Little by little. By a man who should have loved me. It’s this thought that drives me forward.

I hike the path down the side of the mountain, through the trees, to the dock. The stillness of the water greets me and I wait for the familiar feel of the dock tipping under Dean Boucamp’s weight.

“You did alright today,” Dean says coming up behind me. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

I shake my head no, like I always do.

He stands next to me. “We appreciate your help.”

“I know,” I whisper and glance at him from the corner of my eye. Badge clipped to his waist, gun strapped in a shoulder holster, dress shirt, tie, and the most trusting face I’ve ever seen in my life. It almost hurts to look at him. The department assigned “young detective Boucamp” to my case years ago. After they realized I was going to catch these men one way or another—with or without their help.

There’s just one thing I never came to expect, how I’d feel about Dean. I stare down at my feet. What right do I have to feel anything for him, when he’s seen how tarnished I am?

“You’ve got a big birthday coming up at the end of the week, don’t you?” he asks, always polite.

“Yeah, my eighteenth.”

“Do you remember what you told me?”

“I remember,” I say, thinking back to my high school graduation a few months ago when I shared with him my plans to join the police force.

“Well, I brought you a present.” He reaches in his shirt pocket, pulls out a business card, and hands it to me. “When you decide you’re ready, he’s expecting your call.”

I take the card and study it. “Thank you for this…and everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you helping me—”

He pivots closer. “You would have done just fine without me.”

“No.”

“Yes.” His fingers rake his hair. “Everything you do is perfection. And after all you’ve been through.”

“Perfection?”

He clears his throat. “I mean, you’re strong and bright and you’ve taken control of your life instead of letting the hurt control you.”

I spot movement on the path; it’s his new partner. “Hey Boucamp, we’re about finished here. Fredrick’s on his way to county lock-up with the perp.”

“We’ll be right up,” says Dean without taking his eyes off me. “Give us a minute?”

“You got it,” his partner says, then disappears up the path.

“How’s it going with him?” I ask.

“Pretty good.” Dean inhales loudly and gazes out at the water. “You know your Uncle’s being released this weekend?”

“Uh-hm, on my birthday.” My stomach knots. “Seems like a cruel present, doesn’t it?”

“I was thinking maybe I ought to come over that day.”

“Dean. Detective. You don’t have to—”

“I won’t be on duty,” he says.

And at that moment I feel hope. “So you don’t think I’m tarnished?”

“What?” Surprise catches in his voice. “No. I think you deserve all that’s good in the world.”

©2010, August 17, rmg.

If you or someone you know is/has been affected by child abuse please follow the link below:

CHILD HELP

Or Call: National Child Abuse Hotline: 1-800-4-A-CHILD

Child abuse and neglect are nothing new to our society, but as long as it continues to exist we owe it to the children to address it. In this instance, I wanted to show a victim who’s come full circle. I wanted to express how she’s taken something painful and let it empower her. And in the end allow her to see that she’s not seen as ruined. That a future awaits her.

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Mad State

16 Jul

I’m compelled to write this post because of all the nuts from Michigan making the headlines lately. The state I love seems to be teeming with extortionists, murderers, authors who shoot their fathers… the list goes on and on. Okay, so teeming may be a bit over kill, but my home state hasn’t exactly been making national headlines for the ‘good stuff’ it’s got going for it.

Contrary to what some may believe there are normal, average, sane (emphasis on sane) people who live here. And hopefully soon we’ll see someone in Michigan making the news for something better than extorting money from a celebrity. Maybe a writer getting a book published and donating to local charities. 😉

Hope to see things turn around. Soon.

What’s your state doing in the news lately?

Under the weather and above the clouds…

12 Apr

So what happens when you try and run a writers blog/website, belong to multiple critique groups where others count on you, have a sister whose finished a book and needs you as much as you need her, your kiddo’s and husband all home, and you’re sick to boot…

…well, miss blogging of course.

What a hectic, hectic month. Thank goodness life is coming back to me slowly, and feeling under the weather has melted away like the Michigan snow. With the sun finally shining the ‘blogging Gods’ are smiling down. lol. Okay, so maybe not smiling, but definitely in better health.

The past month has been crazy to say the least, and now I’m on cloud nine and floating in the heavens over a new story I’m delving into. It’s what I hope will get me ‘there’ in this world of ‘I wanna be a published author’. So here comes the crazy late night writing marathons and the writing while cooking dinner, folding laundry-a-thon’s. Can’t wait.

It’s so good to be back…at least I think I’m back, still waiting for the ‘husband’s job picking up god’. I’m gonna start praying, for that and rain after I post this post. 😉

An authors common bond.

29 Jan

https://i1.wp.com/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51namOub2kL._SL500_AA240_.jpgIt’s no secret J.D. Salinger passed away this week. Neither is it a secret that he authored “The Catcher in the Rye”. For many of us this book was a must on our English teacher’s class reading list in High School.

What is interesting about J.D. Salinger is his take on writing, “There is a marvelous peace in not publishing,” J.D. Salinger told The New York Times in 1974. “Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.”

With so many authors and aspiring authors working hard to get a foot in the door, and their books on store shelves. It is crazy to think someone doesn’t love the thought of being published, right?

Wrong. I think most authors, myself included, like the private life. A life where characters can evolve and plots can thicken. Where mysteries can be solve and love ignited.

At the same time we want to be published, but not necessarily for monetary reasons. For me anyway, I want to share my stories. I want the reader to go on this journey with my characters as I have. Love them, hate them, share in their happiness and sadness, cry, laugh–even punch something. (Preferably a pillow).

As a reader, do you think authors should be as accessible as movie stars?

I’m not exactly a hermit but I tend to prefer my desk in a corner away from everyone else. How about you? As an author are you as much as a recluse as  J.D. Salinger was?

World responsibility…just imagine.

21 Jan

Our World

Many of my posts are based on my simple opinion, but this is one opinion I hope others will join in and share with me: It’s good to give.

The scope of disaster in Haiti reaches farther than anyone can truly imagine. So many are left in ruin. Whole generations, entire families are gone. Imagine with me for a minute, that your family was here one day and gone the next. Imagine if you were the sole survivor. Imagine having  no home to return to. Imagine being sick, hurt, or even near death and having to wait on a ten day backlog to see a doctor.

Now imagine you can help.

We all can. My daughters school is throwing a bake sale. Our church is taking up a donation. We’re donating food to the cause as well. Trust me, it’s not much. But each of us giving a little, can add up. We aren’t celebrities with $250k to hand over. We’re average, ordinary, everyday people…but ordinary can lead to extraordinary.

I ask that each of us be extraordinary and give something to someone in need. Even if you can’t find a way to give donations to relief in Haiti. There are other opportunities. Local food banks, shelters, woman/youth centers. I think we all know someone who is hurting. And if all you have to give is your love, that will be enough.

I ask in the comments section for offered prayers and thoughts for those who struggle. Or if you are struggling please know my thoughts are with you.

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