Six Sentence Sunday

Krystal Wade introduced me to a cool Sunday blog hop, which makes her instantly one of my favorite people on the web. Visit her blog and leave a comment (or at least a reaction. Geez people. :humph: Oh, speaking of reactions, I’ve changed mine to “Like” and “Dislike.”)

This excerpt is from “Inward,” a contemporary novel about a young Mormon woman struggling with her faith. In this scene, Marie is discussing her recent suicide attempt and current mental state with her bishop.

Marie felt an overwhelming annoyance for the game as he insinuated that she was choosing to remain depressed and that she could toss it away as easily as she had been changing expressions during their talk. She pulled away the mask entirely and tossed it, but didn’t replace it. She let her anger at his assumption show, revealing the dark shadow within her that he had referred to so casually. 

The bishop was taken aback. Quiet horror spread across his face. He had thought that her act was real, her depression fake, and he realized just then he might have had it backwards.

Six Sentence Sunday is a blog hop that posts on Sundays, which is a great thing for bloggers who like to post regularly but don’t always have something new to say. I’m participating in two. On Saturday, I’m snarky. On Sunday, I try to tell a story in six sentences. My blog is current, and I don’t even have to be near a computer!

Participation is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog on Sunday, (I schedule! It posts while I’m sleeping.) Six Sentence Sunday posts the blog hop at 9 am on Sunday. It just seems silly not to.

(All times mentioned in this post are US Eastern.)


A Blurb in Verse

Back in February, I attended the NOLA Written in the Star’s conference. I met some great people and had a lot of fun. Aside from the very cool experience of getting a referral from one agent, and a request for a full manuscript from another, there is one memory of the event that stands out. It was during the pitch information session the night before the conference started, and sweet elderly lady at the front of the room asked the panel an odd question.

“Could a query be submitted in poetry form?”

Jenny Bent, of The Bent Agency, replied hesitantly that she had never seen it before, but…it could be interesting. (I’m paraphrasing; It was almost nine months ago.)

I didn’t raise my hand. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m rather shy in public. But, I really wanted to tell the woman, and the panel for that matter, that I have used a poem as a blurb. It was for a book jacket assignment for my Senior Graphic Design class. And when I had to decide which book to use, I just happened to have my own, hand-bound novel that was in dire need of a cover.

I needed jacket text, and while working on a proper blurb, I ended up with a poem. I used it and my professor didn’t care. Ten years later, I can still recite the sucker.

God, Angels,
sinners and saints,
lovers gone astray.
Mommy and daddy’s little girl
lost along the way.
Missionary, jezebel,
bishop’s son,
games they shouldn’t play.
An opera, a baby, a diving board,
and a loaded H&K.

That’s Inward in poetry form. Will it work in a query letter? I doubt it, but if I thought it might entertain Jenny Bent, I’d throw it into one.

Saturday Snark

Saturday Snark is the creation of Marie Sexton, a gay erotica author who has shared her gift for subtle sarcasm with her creations. Each Saturday, she invites writers to join her on a snarky blog hop. If you have a snarky character and would like to participate, it’s simple:

1. Post a snarky sample on your blog.
2. Provide a link back to Marie’s site.
3. Enter your link into the blog hop on Marie’s site.
4. Check back often to read new snark posts.

This week’s Saturday Snark episode comes from “Inward,” a contemporary novel about a Mormon woman struggling with her faith. In this scene, Marie’s friend Sam has just returned from his two-year mission in New Zealand. In high school, they used to help each other train for diving meets. Poolside again, they are playing a game of Twister. A member of the high school team is calling out the hardest dives in the coach’s book to see who can throw each one better.

Josh called out, “5112.”

“Forward, 1 twist. Your choice of straight or pike,” Marie translated as Sam adjusted the tension on the board two meters above her head.

The swim team was now sitting on the opposite side of the pool with their coach standing behind them, an amused grin on his face. Three steps into Sam’s approach, Marie yelled up at him, “Straight’s harder,” he stumbled and grabbed onto the rails to regain his balance, “…in case you were wondering.” He scowled down at her, turned around, and restarted his dive.

If you enjoyed today’s snark and would like to read more (and aren’t easily offended)…click here or use the bloghop links below.