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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?

Vote NO on the big “R”esolutions!

30 Dec

Okay, so in the writing world the big “R” (or little one) is representative of ‘rejection’. As in, you get that dreaded agent e-mail that kindly says, “I’m sorry, this story wasn’t quiet what I expected.” Or “I like the premise, I’m just not sure how to sell this manuscript in this particular market.”  Just about every writer has seen one or two of these in their lifetime.This however, is NOT the big “R” I’m speaking about.

I’m talking RESOLUTIONS, like billions of other people are. (You know, being as it’s that time of year).

I had resolutions last year that didn’t go much further than the day I posted them. So this year, The BIG “R” is going to be the BIG “G” instead. Yep, you read right. I’m thinking of starting a petition, because like those rejection letters, that in some way let us no we’re not quiet there, the New Years resolutions seem just like that. Like once a year we post a list of what’s wrong with us. What we just haven’t managed to get right. And then 2 weeks down the road when we drop the ball it’s like getting a rejection all over again.

So yeah, this year, I’m getting goals, not breaking resolutions.

My goals for 2011 are:

Use two methods in which to get organized and on top of things: (Calendar and a timer)

Develop my craft: whether through reading, writing, or information provided on-line.

Support others in “getting there”.

Give back.

Sleep more.

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And that about does it for the goals, which are realistic for the first time in years. I think this NON-resolution stuff may work out yet.

Have you got goals?

Also, don’t forget to VOTE!

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?

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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