Open Critique Tomorrow!!!!
Be prepared, lovies, Ruthy's got a free day and she and some of the gals are offering free critiques from the goodness of their hearts.
Well, from somewhere! :)
See you in the morning, friends!
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Oh yay! Just in time... :) Couldn't have had better timing - Love Inspired Great Author search in full swing... Thanks Ruthy!
ReplyDeleteLee-Ann, isn't that so exciting???? And I got my first contract with Love Inspired and Melissa with a contest run by OKRWA.... and I'm pretty sure that's living proof of what can happen, darling!!!! Let's do this!
DeleteHi Ruth
ReplyDeletei would love to have a critique. How do i get it to you? Procedure?
Judith Cross
Judith, you just post your paragraphs here in the comments
DeleteThanks for the heads-up! For some reason, I always get the email notices a day late (I think it has something to do with what time the posts go live?) so I'm always late to these things. But because of this warning, soon as I saw the email I knew to click through now!
ReplyDeleteSacred Storm
ReplyDeleteBy Julie Anne Helmick
April walked pensively to the front door; her soul conflicted by the tremendous joy of her work, even in the midst of another family’s grief. As she stepped outside, her mood shifted. Crystal snowflakes floated down in a dazzling curtain of white. Blinking lights on the storefront windows birthed a cloud of iridescent shapes that shimmered and danced, reminding her of the aurora borealis. Inhaling the crisp air, she looked up and opened her mouth, waiting to taste the winter spectacle. A gust of wind howled around her as the sparkling cloud exploded into a burst of brilliant light. The night went silent and blackness engulfed her.
May texted her sister. “Hey April. So sorry. Can’t make it tonight. Have the worst headache. Need to lie down. Love you.” Even though her head throbbed, May reminisced about her parents’ odd sense of humor. Good thing we didn’t arrive in triplicate. I might also have June for a sister. Customers thought their monikers were delightful – identical twins, one born April 30th and the other seven minutes later on May 1st, business partners in a flower shop named Spring Blossoms – what could be more chic, except maybe Lily and Rose. She shuddered at the thought.
April remembered gathering flowers to adorn their table for Christmas Eve dinner - white tulips and sweetly-scented white heather, pungent eucalyptus, velvety dusty miller, and May’s favorite flower at Christmas time, star of Bethlehem. She slowly opened her eyes. Or did she? Her mind registered only darkness and excruciating pain. Her body ached. She shivered and discovered her arms folded across her chest, tied at the wrists; her legs loosely bound at the knees and ankles. Get up, she willed, rolling onto her left hip, propping herself up on one elbow. Now what? A wave of nausea pushed her back to the hard floor. Like a baby in the womb, she curled forward, then lost consciousness.