Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Another Slacker Tuesday in Seekerville

Can't you just smell it in the air? Yes, it's Slacker Tuesday.

Today's Slacker Tuesday writing contest revolves around writer quotes.

Anyone whose been in Seekerville awhile knows my favorites.

Now it's your turn:

Share a romantic scene that incorporates an inspiring quote appropriate for writers. That's it!

Rules :

1. Keep it clean. Anything not PG will be deleted.

2. Maximum word count of your scene is 150.

3. One entry per person.

4. You retain sole ownership of your entry.

5. Leave your email address. If you don't put your email address in the body of your comment your entry will not be considered for the contest.

6. The genre is romance, all sub-genres invited. (but remember rule #1)

7. Please be familiar with the Seekerville contest rules located in the bottom right column of our front page.

8. The entry must have one inspirational quote for writers.

9. If possible, provide the author of the quote next to your email address.

No whining allowed. If you don't want to play then take your toys to the other (boring) sandbox.

Deadline is Friday, August 6th at 9 pm MST.

(That's 8 PST, 11 EST, you get the idea..)

Winner announced in the weekend edition.

To the winner goes a $15 Amazon gift card.

Once again, Marlena Fortune and Madame Zelda will pick the winner based completely on their own special brand of twisted subjectivity.

Honorable Mentions: If you are a total slacker like me and simply want to share your favorite quotes you can win a copy of Ruth Logan Herne's Waiting Out The Storm, in a random slacker drawing which also ends Friday at 9 MST.

Also, today anyone who would like a Seeker bookmark, loaded with writerly Bible verses, simply send an email with your snail mail addy to the contact link in Seekerville. Offer valid until Friday, at 9 MST.

BTW the June scene winner was Kristen Arnold. She's the reigning champ to beat. Her entry can be found in the June comments.

Good luck.

Some inspiration to get you in the mood:

  • Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

  • Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. ~Graycie Harmon

  • The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anais Nin

  • You can fix anything but a blank page.~ Nora Roberts

A last note. Since this is Slacker Tuesday I feeling contractually obligated to give you a really good opportunity to slackerize, as I am doing today.

So for a good time, I mean, if you want to have fun--wait, what I'm trying to say is here's a great place to slackerate:

Nora Roberts Quotes

Charlie the Slacker Cat


  1. I love slacker days. It makes me feel less guilty for being online and reading Seekerville when I need to be, oh, writing for my deadline.
    Camy in a fly-by-night comment post

  2. Oh, look, it's ...what's her name.

    Okay, you know the rules...someone else needs bring breakfast and make the coffee.

    I'm busy slacking.

  3. Yay for Slacker Tuesday! I think I'll be a complete slacker and try for Honorable Mention.

    This quote is one I first saw on a good friend's blog--it was from one of those Goodreads Quotes widgets, and it really caught my eye:

    "Writing a book is exactly like love. You don’t hold back. You give it everything you have. If it doesn’t work out, you’re heartbroken, but you move forward and start again anyway. You have to.
    You don’t hold some of yourself in reserve. It’s all or nothing. There are no guarantees. "
    ~Heather Sellers

    I confess I don't know who Heather Sellers is, and I'll be even more slacker-ish and not look it up, but isn't it a great quote? ;)

    Anybody up for some ice cream and chocolate sauce? Yes, you can have it before breakfast, Ruthy. ;) With some coffee, of course, which I will get started for ya'll.

    Hope this slacker-thing doesn't rub off on me too much, because I've slacked off enough and I have some data entry work calling for me tomorrow!


  4. Amber, that was lovely. It brought a slacker tear to my eye.

    Okay what's even better than coffee and ice cream? COFFEE ICE CREAM.

  5. OK, I changed my mind. What better to do late at night than come up with an entry for this great contest? ;) So here goes nothing:

    “Writing a book is exactly like love.”

    “Oh, really?”

    Christine didn’t like the dubious look on Rich’s face. “Yes, really. I know I heard that somewhere, and I believe it.”

    Rich took a step closer. “And how would you know what love is like?”

    Blue eyes—as blue as the free Caribbean waters—taunted her along with his curious tone, and she backed up against the elevator buttons.

    His kiss was unexpected. Gasping, she pushed him backwards and looked down. “I guess I wouldn’t know.” But a wave of desire crashed over her, and she longed for him to understand. She thought she knew. She had suffered as many years writing without getting published as she had suffered waiting for Rich to notice…

    Christine jolted and her gaze flashed to his. “Did you just kiss me?”

    “I did.” And with a patient smile, he gently kissed her again.

    I used the first part of the quote I gave earlier ("Writing a book is exactly like love") from Heather Sellers. :) And Microsoft Word told me my word count was 148. :)

    Thanks for the chance to win!



    P.S. Glad you liked the coffee and ice crea, Tina!

  6. Oops! I meant to say ice cream, not ice crea. Silly me! ;)


  7. I'm not slacking, just in a different time zone AND in the midst of twisting my mind around re-writing the entire ms.in first dog-person.

    Definitely needed a Seekerville slacker break. :)

    and... as usual, not disappointed!

    Tina - the photo w/ quote of Einstein is priceless! Tusen takk for that!! (clue on time zone there)

    Saw a quote today that was perfect: Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you are not willing to move your feet. (or fingers/pen/writing instrument of choice.)

    While we're on a heretical note (slacking and such) ~ http://cba-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-i-spent-my-summer-vacation.html

    WTG Amber!

    Yay Camy - excited to see what's next for you!

    breakfast - i'm up for some Twining's four berry black tea and crispy toast with real butter and homemade peach jam. Anyone else??

    Have a GREAT day everyone!

  8. Morning!
    This one belongs to Winston Churchill “Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.”
    Very appropriate to me these days. I'm at the "master" part in my current WIP, but it's working it's way to tyrant with amazing speed!
    Thanks for the fun this morning. aprilmarieg (at) gmail (dot) com

  9. Nicely done, Amber.

    Good Morning, KC. Wow, excellent quote.

    April, Oh. My. That is so good. Thanks for sharing.

  10. How about:

    "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
    William Wordsworth

    Sigh -- I love it because it is so poetical.

    Amber -- love your writing quote snippet. Definitely a toe-tingling read. You managed to create a connection in such a short word count too.

    Alas, I can not be slackerly today as I am the only one at work and I even came in early to get a head start only here I am slacking off...ack!!!!!

  11. Poor Kav, really working today.

    We'll think of you.

    Gotta go...nap time.

    Wait another quote before I go...

    "What an author likes to write most is his signature on the back of a check."
    Brendan Francis

  12. Hi Tina, Love Slackerville oops, I mean Seekerville on slacker days.

    Love the quotes and yes, Amber that is a great quote.

    And I'm sure Ruthy won't mind ice cream for breakfast since her breakfast every morning in Orlando was M & M's.

    But for us "normal" folk, I'm bringing a chef who will make an omelet to order. He has great fixings like chunks of ham, sausage, bacon, salmon, steak, whatever, all kinds of cheeses, mushrooms, peppers, onions, olives, etc.

    Nice English muffins to toast and eat with your own special omelet. And KC, I'll take some of that homemade peach jam. Yum

    Lots of coffee, chocolate velvet, hot chocolate and an assortment of teas and juice.

  13. Slacker Tuesdays are the best! I love reading what everyone comes up with.

    Here's my attempt for today.

    Anna seethed with each flourish of Jason Steele’s pen. The line of his devoted fans stretched to Guam. Her “line” consisted of one elderly woman with a poodle. How people chose cop shop gore over a well researched historical was beyond her.

    “There’s many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.” The Flannery O’Connor quote entered her mind.

    “Time for a break.” Jason turned hazelnut eyes to her.

    She followed him to a break room with a spread befitting a New York Times Bestseller.

    “What’s wrong with you?” He stirred his coffee.

    Her hands itched to sucker punch him. “Would it hurt to send some overflow my way?”

    “Can I help it if I’m beloved?” He sauntered toward her.

    She snorted. “Beloved. Sometimes I don’t know why I married you.”

    “Then let me remind you.” He lowered his head and captured her mouth in searing kiss.

    The complete quote is: "Everywhere I go I'm asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher." ~Flannery O'Connor

    A favorite of mine is: Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow

    Thanks for the fun!


  14. I have considered several comments. All of them I believe count as whining.

    I always liked this quote:

    Writing is like opening a vein and bleeding onto the page.

    I don't know who said it. I'm not sure if the quote is right. And it's not true, not for me at least. I find writing to be extremely fun. But still, I've always like it.

    I believe the above paragraph counts as slacker in the extreme.

    I have one more comment. I'm on vacation. Guess what? I've spent almost all of it sitting down. Weird slackerish behavior, huh? :)

    Done some writing. Done some babysitting. But that's done sitting down too.

    Last night I watched her while her parents went fishing and we played this amazing game where I'd put my foot on a chair and she's push it off and I'd let it fall to the floor and say UHOH.

    And she'd laugh until she almost fell over.

    That's it.

    My game.

    All morning as I've been sitting around it's been in my head that I am a highly evolved creature.

    The Call of the Wild is completely silent within me. I'm going to go ahead and say that's a good thing.

  15. My goodness you gals are giving us lovely kissy scenes this morning.

    Well done!!

  16. Mary, Mary, quite contr--weird.

    Glad you are having such a stimulating vacation.

    You probably can get some mileage out of ACFW Conference with that game. You push Ruthy off a chair and she says Uh-Oh.

  17. Slacker Tuesday??? But I just had Slacker Monday yesterday, so is that allowed???

    A love scene with an inspiring quote for writers, eh? Well, here's my attempt with my new heroine in book 3 of the "Winds of Change" series (working title: A Trust Restored). Annie Kennedy is an aspiring writer without a lot of life -- or love -- experience, so here's her first romantic encounter with the hero, Stephen O'Connor, a straight-as-an-arrow prohibition officer who sees her only as a little girl who's trying to grow up too fast.

    Ducking to stare into her eyes, Steven tucked a finger to her chin. “Promise you’ll stop this—lying, sneaking out, acting loose like Peggy and the others.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I don’t see girls like you very often, Annie, and I’d hate to see them ruin you too. Promise you’ll stay as special as you are, at least ‘til the right guy puts a ring on your finger.”

    She nodded while a lump shifted in her throat, wishing more than anything that maybe someday, somehow, that man might be him.

    He led her over to the brick wall next to the trellis and glanced up. “I don’t guess you need any help,” he said with a twist of his lips.

    “No,” she whispered, knowing full well that if she were ever going to see Steven O’Connor again, she would have to leave an impression he would never forget. An impression far deeper than just words on paper like the reams of love stories she’d written over the years to pass the summers in a small Iowa town. She was almost eighteen now, and this was the time to live it, not write it. To convince herself—and Stephen O’Connor—that she was not some naïve, backwoods little girl adrift in the big city. No, she was a passionate woman poised to begin the first chapter of the story of her heart … one she hoped would have a happy ending. Her fingers quivered as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while goose bumps skittered across her arms. And not pen to paper this time, but lip to mouth, hopefully to hook Stephen O’Connor so he’d want to read more. She swallowed hard, palms sweating despite the cool of the night, the queasiness in her gut telling her one thing for sure. It was easier to write about love than to live it.

    Chewing her lip, she held out a shaky hand. “Thank you for walking me home.”

    He delivered that deadly smile that had fluttered her stomach all night, eyes twinkling as he gave her palm a light squeeze. “You’re welcome, kid, it was my pleasure.” He tapped a gentle finger to her nose. “Be good, you hear?”

    Oh, Lord, I hope so! Clutching her purse tightly, she sucked in a deep breath and slipped trembling hands to his waist. Before he could even blink, she lifted on tiptoe and kissed him full on the mouth, her awkward attempt clearly taking him by surprise.

    He stood stock-still, stone cold for several seconds while her lips tasted his, and then in a harsh catch of her breath, he pressed her to the wall and devoured her with his mouth, unleashing a throb of heat so strong, it wrenched a soft moan from her throat. Her purse dropped to the ground when he jerked her close, and his kisses were urgent and rough, heating her body till she was limp in his arms. “I never met a girl like you,” he whispered, Billy Brubaker’s words mocking hot in her ear. His hands wandered her body while his mouth wandered her neck, and when his palms skimmed up her waist toward the sides of her breast, her heart seized in her chest.

    “No!” she screamed, rib cage heaving as she pushed him away. Cringing to the wall, her voice was a rasp of shock as tears stung her eyes. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

    He jerked her chin up with a hard grip, the fire in his eyes smoldering while a dangerous tic pulsed in his jaw. “Then don’t act like it,” he said, his tone as hard and cold as the brick gouging her back. And without another word, he strode down the porch steps and disappeared around the corner, not even bothering to look back.

  18. Thank you, everyone, for the encouraging comments! :) I definitely appreciate them!


    Great story! So cute!


    I agree with Tina. You should teach Ruthy that game. ;)


    Stop giving us all these teasers for books that won't be out until forever!!! I don't know how I'm able to stand waiting for A Hope Undaunted, let alone the THIRD book in the series! ;)

    But...I really do love the teasers, so I guess I'll just have to learn to be patient. *sigh* What a scene! I love that line, "It was easier to write about love than to live it." And do I detect a hint of Lizzie (except Lizzie read the novels while Annie apparently writes them). ;) Julie, how do you do it?!

    Thanks for such a fun Slacker Tuesday, Seekerville!


  19. Wow, Julie!! Great excerpt, I'm sold! :o)

    Thanks Amber!

  20. Aren't we all glad Jules isn't allowed to compete in the Slacker contest? She creams the competition.

    I seriously doubt if Ms. Lessman or Ms. Connealy for that matter know how to slack.

    We may have to have a post in the future on how to be a slacker.

    Not wearing makeup does not qualify you to be a slacker.

    Okay, I have to share. I have this cat named Charlie. She likes to have all my attention. I am writing today, so she jumps up on the table next to my desk..lays on the Priority (hard type) laying there and takes her paw and flicks the end of it, over and over until she gets my attention. She is awake from nap number 3 today. Charlie = slacker.

    I'll share her picture in a minute here.

  21. @Amber, I like it! Thanks for posting.

    @Julie, Argghhh...you're going to tease us when we'll have to wait years for this??

    I'm TEARING through A Passion Redeemed currently..I think Mitch is my favorite character in the series so far. I can't believe how quick they are reading.

  22. AHem...excuse me...Jules...I believe I need to move a bit closer to the lake, pray for melting glacier water and toss myself in.


    I don't think I've got any writing related stuff in my books.

    Wait! I had a newspaper writer in one of my cozy mysteries. Maybe I could use that.

    I'll go see. As soon as I take one more short name.

    Mary = Slacker

    It is my ONLY cat-like quality.

  23. Ooh, Julia is our multiple post winner today, I see.

  24. Tina you are NO SLACKER. That's for sure. :-)

    Busy week. Yuck. But school starts next Monday so I will have more TIME to WRITE. I only hope the dreaded WB (Writer's Block) doesn't strike. Yikes. I'm trembling just thinking about it.

  25. I found the writer scene.

    This is from Of Mice...and Murder.
    Carrie is the editor of the Melnik Bugle. Nick is the town handyman who is restoring her house and helping her trap all her mice.

    His blue eyes, lit by the computer screen, shone with the honesty and decency she’d come to expect. “Can you answer a question for me?”
    Carrie wouldn’t have denied him much right now. “Sure.”
    “Why are you here? Why did you give up The World Herald for Melnik?”
    Carrie’s heart pounded. “I got fired.” Her face heated until she had to resemble a match stick, her hair the white tip on the end.
    “Fired? Why? You’re brilliant.”
    Carrie’s humiliation morphed into pathetic gratitude. “I accused a man of a crime. A man who, it turns out, is a good friend of my editor. When I took my suspicions to him I got my head taken off. The worst part is; I was wrong. I looked a whole lot closer and found out I’d jumped to the wrong conclusions. Of course, I didn’t know that until I’d faced down my editor, given him a rousing speech about Rich Man’s Justice. I burned my bridges at the paper. I can’t go back.”
    She dropped her chin and looked at her hands twisted together in her lap. She couldn’t meet his eyes. “I was out of work. I couldn’t make the rent, and Great-grandma’s house came along. Instead of admitting I’d messed up, I took the house. I’m not a big success, Nick. I may just qualify for the Guinness Book of World’s Records as the World’s Youngest, Fastest and Most Complete Failure. Maybe they’ll stuff me and give me my own case at city hall”
    Nick’s hand rested on her chin, startling her into looking up. She braced herself for Nick’s disappointment and his contempt. She deserved it.
    “You’re not a failure, Carrie. You’re a genius.”
    All she saw in his eyes was kindness. “What?”
    “I just read the proof of it on your computer. Anyone who can write like this can never be called a failure.”
    Carrie felt her eyes burn with threatening tears. “You’re the nicest man I’ve ever met.”
    His hand relaxed on her chin and eased around to the back of her neck.
    Carrie waited for a mouse to jump out, or a robber to break in, or a neighbor to drop by.
    He kissed her.
    She made a point of not yelling ‘Let me go’.
    He tilted his head and deepened the kiss.
    A loud thump came from underfoot. The cellar. Mouse Ground Zero.
    Nick eased back. His lips twisted in a wry smile. “Another home invasion, I suppose. But remember where we were, huh?”
    Carrie nodded, not particularly interested in whoever was robbing her blind.
    “Let’s go. Maybe we can add a new member to the rogue’s gallery in the Melnik jail.” Nick stood up and rounded the couch. He wrenched the basement door open with a nasty squeak and, when his feet hit the hollow sounding boards to the cellar, another crash echoed up the steps.
    Carrie came out of her kiss induced stupor, jumped up and chased after Nick.
    And I care about who’s downstairs, too.

  26. This just in ...the Golden Pen is low on inspies. Glynna Kaye sold via the GP. Check out the contest update here for more info. I will also share this in the weekend edition.

    Golden Pen

  27. Love it Mary, but frankly I love it when you write contemporaries and humor. I should be afraid but I'm not.

  28. Yes, I thought that excerpt was soooooo important you'd all want to read it twice.

    Blogger. Grrrrrrrrrr

  29. Okay I deleted your and Julia's dup posts.

    I have that kind of power.

    Do you want me to zap your gray hairs or maybe the fly on the wall while I am at it?

  30. Kirsten -- Love the twist in your scene. I was getting royally peeved for poor Anna and then zing we find out she's married to the'beloved' author. LOL.

    And Julie's snippet (and I use the term loosely -- anyone notice the word count?) had me drooling. Thankfully the only one here is a stuffed sheep and she won't tell. We're buds.

    Tina, Charlie is adorable. I couldn't help notice that you have a very messy desk. This either means that you totally embrace slackering OR you are secretly extremely industrious and you've just been found out.

  31. TEEENNNA!!!! Charlie the Slacker Cat is SOOO adorable!! And already three naps today so far? What a sleep jockey, as my mom used to call me and my sisters when we were teenagers!!

    And, honey, I only WISH I were in the same class as Mary Connealy or Ruthy and you for that matter, when it comes to not knowing how to slack! You quirky, creative insomniacs all leave me in the dust, I'm afraid.

    Thanks, Amber, for your encouragement on the new scene, but as far as how do I do it?? I was stunted at the age of 12 after reading GWTW, locking me into a passion mindset that I either have to put on paper or become nothing but a slacker holed up in the house reading only romance and the Bible!

    Kirsten ... one copy sold, YEAH!! Thank you, my friend. :)

    Julia -- AH ... your comment about Mitch being your favorite certainly bears repeating because he's my favorite too. But THREE TIMES??? :) Guess Blogger is up its old tricks again. Thanks, sweetie ... and Mitch thanks you too because he gets tired of McGuire getting all the attention. :)

    Mary ... not too close to the lake, I hope, unless you can swim ... LOVE the excerpt, by the way, but then I'm with Tina about loving your contemporaries OR anything you write. Period.

    Off to slack some more ...


  32. Okay, Kav, that IS a snippet for me, young lady, if you must know, considering I write close to 500-page books, right???

    Besides, I DARE Ruthy to leave a shorter "snippet," because God knows she and I are cut from the same cloth when it comes to brevity.


  33. Vampire Ambitions

    “Mom…are there any famous vampire writers?”

    Maribella smiled as she washed the dishes. Her ten year old son had writing ambitions.

    “There was Red Smith. He said, “writing is easy. I just open a vein and bleed.

    “That’s not funny, mom.”

    “Laslo…vampires use pen names. Critics are very hard on vampires. Some of their comments are like a stake in the heart.”

    “But all the bestsellers are vampire stories.”

    “People like the fantasy; they just don’t like the reality. It’s like little kids in romances. They’re just not like that.”

    “But pen names are cowardly!”

    “Yes, but as Weber said, ‘Pen names are masks that allow us to unmask ourselves’ and “the coroner will find ink in my veins and blood on my typewriter keys.”

    “But, mom, blood alone does not a vampire writer make!”

    “Too cliché.”

    “Mom, are you writing right now?”

    “Why do you ask?”

    “Agatha Christie said ‘the best time for planning a book is while you're doing the dishes.’

    “In that case Laslo, I think you better start doing the dishes from now on.”

    “Sorry, mom, but I’m a pantster. I don’t plan books -- they plan me!”

    “Just what web sites have you been visiting?”

    vmres (at) swbell (dot) net

    I know this is not PC. (i.e., Pantster Correct) : (

  34. "I have the spiritual gift of slacking," Gina said to Russo before they exchanged looks over their respected cups of coffee.

    Only Russo's glare wasn't amused.

    Wench. Or so Gina would have thought if today weren't a PG-rated today...and if her coffee had less sugar. Instead she mumbled, "You're my favorite Seeker, you know?"

    "Is this your way of making this scene platonically romantic?"

    "Isn't romance implied in the word Seeker?"

    Russo’s look, again, not amused. The deliberate bites she took out of her Ruthy-baked pastry said I'm sooo going to roast your lazy hiney in a Connealy-approved manner . "Slacking isn't a spirtual gift, Ginakins. Why aren't you writing?"

    "My cat."

    "Your cat?"

    "Author Dan Greenburg says, 'Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance.'" Gina sat her mug on the table between them. "It lives, ergo it distracts me."

  35. Kav, how clever of you to point that out. MY MESSY DESK, bless your heart.

    A clean desk is the sign of an empty mind. -author unknown but probably related to me.

    I did a post on that you know.
    Organization for the Organizationally Impaired

    As you can see from that post, normally my desk is immaculate (oooh my nose is growing!)

    And Charlie messed up the desk. I did not do that. I DIDN'T!

  36. Vince, a spew alert would have been nice! That was hilarious. Nice attempt to mend fences with all of us pansters. You're close.

  37. Gina! That was awesome. I totally see it as a movie.

    So um, Sandra Bullock (sans botox) as me and Ginnifer Goodwin as you.

  38. Kav--Thanks!

    Mary--Love your post, and the title! It was worth repeating.

    Tina--Charlie the slacker cat is adorable!

    I think that's enough exclamation points for now.

  39. Ginnifer Godwin?

    I think not.

    Christina Hedricks, Esquire's "sexiest woman alive."


    Put glasses on her and dye her hair L'Oreal Medium Ash Brown and she would look just like moi.

    Hmm. Now that I think about it, I do see a resemblance between you and Sandra Bullock.

  40. Whoa, spooky..you two are twins separated at birth. Does she know?

  41. The thing about being a high achieving author (at least as far as producing books quickly--achievement can be measured any numbr of ways--it really helps to be totally without a life.

    I'm not kidding.

    All I do is write.

    I'm weird that way.

    I don't mean I WANT a life you understand. I'm happy here, alone. So alone. So very, very alone.

  42. Hmm. I doubt it. Christina's too busy being all acting-ish. However, I am five years older so that means she looks like me and not me like her.

    Oh, if you hadn't limited our word count to 150, the scene would have ended like this...

    "Slacking isn't a spirtual gift, Ginakins. Why aren't you writing?"

    "My cat."

    "Your cat?"

    "Author Dan Greenburg says, 'Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance.'" Gina sat her mug on the table between them. "It lives, ergo it distracts me."

    "Drugs exist to fix that problem."

    "Gad! I couldn't drug my cat, no matter how great the tempation."

    "No, darlin', I mean for you."

  43. Oh, since we're talking drugs...

    Have you thought more about my plan to convince Mary to be the feind for us and inject mind-controlling drugs into Camy and the rest of the Genesis-board so we can force them to create a new Best of the Best category for Genesis entries?

    I know it makes more sense just to talk to Camy directly, but there's so little PG-rated fun left in life. We really ought to grab the bull by the horns...metaphorically speaking.

  44. I had to read that three times to find where we were talking about drugs.

    Camy does drive bys..I can barely get her to stop three seconds to remind her she has a post due in Seekerville, you want me to convince her to commit anarchy. I'll have to get much faster.

  45. Oh, man. Sorry about that. It seems like my comments either come up multiples or not at all. And for some reason the word verification thing never works out right for me lately.

  46. Speed is the new way to slack.

    No drug pun intended.

    Hop to it, chicka.

  47. I'm making a quick fly by like Camy. Revisions are moving really well today! But I can't stop now. I'll read the entries tonight when my brain is fried. That should make them even more enjoyable. ;)

    Thanks for a slacker day Tina! I don't feel so bad about rushing in and out.

  48. I would love to win the box of books that was on your newsletter for Love Inspired blog



  49. Gina, the Best of the Best category is a good idea. HOWEVER as someone who won the Noble Theme contest a few years ago (now the Genesis Contest) There was a sort of best-of-the-best category that year because Janet Grant did a final pick and offered representation to the best of the best.

    Which I didn't win.

    Which meant, even though I'd won, I got yet another chance to lose.


  50. Actually, Mary, the best of the best category wouldn't be of the winning entries.

    Any Genesis finaling entry from the previous three years would be able to enter. No genre specific. Good writing is good writign regardless. So judges would know that these entries are gonna be highly polished.

    Some authors don't judge becuase the varied quality of first round entries. However, if the published authors knew these entries were junior/senior level quality, I'm sure Camy wouldn't have a problem getting judges.

    And the number of possible entries woudl be limited. Only enter a manuscript that has finaled in teh Genesis in teh previous three years.

    So let's say in 2011, entries finaling (yet haven't sold) in 2010, 2009, and 2008 are eligible.

    Kinda like Finally a Bride.

    And no titles on entries.

    Also liek Finally a Bride.

    So it's not necessarily the Best of the Best. More like the Best of the non-selling losing finalists. So it coudl be the best of the losers. Only that doens't have too nice a ring.

    It's kinda like the NFL's wild card spot.

  51. Hi Edna. If you mean the link that someone posted on the Love Inspired Authors Blog that leads straight back to Seekerville? Here's what the rules are:

    For all of you who didn't go to Nationals, Seekerville has a NO WHINING ZONE SURPRISE PACKAGE. Just tell us your strategic plan to get to Nationals or any other conference in 2011. TWO WHINY WINNERS announced next weekend.

    Not a box of books. Egads. You're going to start a stampede. I am ducking immediately.

  52. However I don't want to prempt anyone here in Seekerville. If someone is giving away a box of books, speak up NOW. NOW!!!!

  53. You have obviously given this a lot of thought, Ginameister. Have you considered running your own contest?

  54. I think Ruthy was giving away books, a critique and a pair of big girl panties yesterday.

    Hmm, not liking that visual on the big girl panties.

  55. Uh WHOA!!!!!! We need slacker Tuesdays more often! There's more romance and spine tingling in these short excerpts that you guys are sharing to last me all month!

    Julie- WHY oh why do you do this to us???? Please tell me I don't have to wait 2 years to read the rest of what goes along with your excerpt? LOL! Whew it looks to be a very interesting story! ;-)

    XOXO~ Renee

  56. Aw, I'm sorry, Renee, but I just started writing this story (only 32 pages so far), so I wasn't sure how good it was and this just seemed like a good place to test the waters, you know? Especially when Tina threw the challenge out there for writer quotes in a love scene and I happen to have a heroine who's a wannabe novelist. I mean, come on -- how could I pass it up???

    Besides, you are going to get lots of fun glimpses of Steven in Undaunted and Revealed, so hopefully that will fill the gap on this deep and deadly lawman until he finally gets his own shot at love.


  57. I know it's late, but I would love some coffee ice cream if there is any left!

    My slacker quote:

    "True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance."

    -Alexander Pope

    I like it because it rhymes. I wonder if Dr. Seuss has a writing quote...

    I had an interview at David C. Cook today - and am tired. Thanks for the laugh tonight -funny blog.

  58. Good quote, Kathy. Yes. Ice cream for Kathy, please!!! Waiter??

    We need the link to your interview so we may live vicariously through your fame and fortune please and thank you.