Weekend Writing Warriors #73!

Hello, again, hello! Hope you're all doing well! I'm sharing another nutty eight sentences in today's WWW excerpt, so let's hop to it!

Blurby for Nutcases: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

And now the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

“I just don’t want you to crush me.”

“Too late, I have a major crush on you.” Leaning closer so her lips were within inches of his, she whispered, “You can sleep with me, but you have to pay the toll first.”

“You think you drive such a hard bargain?” His lips eagerly met hers, firm and demanding. The force of his kiss propelled her backward and he climbed over top of her, straddling her thighs. “It’s much nicer up here.”

“Were you all lonesome by yourself?”

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So this Tuesday, July 1st is Canada Day, and I will be celebrating this momentous occasion for the very first time in our nation's capital: Ottawa, Ontario. Apparently it's a street party that goes on for blocks, with live music, buskers, dancing, general merriment, and I'm sure even a few Mounties will show up for some eye candy. I mean, to keep us all in line. Wishing everyone a spectacular week ahead!! :)

Weekend Writing Warriors #72!

Hey! Hi! Hello! Welcome back to another exciting weekend of warriors who write! Thank you all so much for the fabulous feedback last week. You wouldn't believe how motivating it is. :) Ready for some more nuttiness? Here goes!

Blurby for Nutcases: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

And now the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

“Why are you throwing dolls at me?”

She fought a smile as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Instead of chucking the doll back at her, he wrapped a protective arm around it. Such a softy. “Because it’s fun.”

The bed springs squeaked in protest, then she heard his feet on the ladder. She propped her head on her elbow and the smile finally broke free when he appeared. “Make some room, I’m not sleeping down there.”

“You lost rock, paper, scissors fair and square.”

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We are now entering the final week of school. I've spent the majority of my weekend marking assignments and writing report card comments, and you know what? I'm gonna miss this. As much as I'm thrilled that the end is in sight and summer break is upon us, I will so dearly miss teaching every day and interacting with students and co-workers. My first year of teaching has been everything I dreamed it would be and more. Can't wait to see what next year has in store! :) Wishing you all a fantastic week! 

Weekend Writing Warriors #71!

Hi, gang! Happy Sunday to you, and Happy Father's Day to all those fine men out there! I'm home celebrating with the guy who's been wrapped around my finger since 1983. And I'm pretty nuts about him too. :) 

Speaking of nuts, I've decided to use the WWW as a way to motivate myself to finally finish my nutty story. You may remember it. It's called Nutcases. 

Here's a blurb-ish thingy about it:  It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

And here's an excerpt! 

Morgan peeked over the edge of the top bunk. "Clark," she whispered, "are you awake?”

“Hmm-mm,” he mumbled sleepily.

She smiled and wiggled closer to the edge, trying to see his face through the shadows. “I just realized I forgot to show you my Nut House. We got a little sidetracked because someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

“Isn’t this whole place a Nut House?”

Reaching behind her, she snagged her Cabbage Patch doll and threw it at what she assumed was his head. 

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So I won't say much here, except that if being a grown woman and loving bunk beds is wrong, I don't wanna be right! Have a wonderful day and week ahead! :)

Weekend Writing Warriors #70!

Hey-hey, my wordy friends! Happy Sunday to you! I'm gonna share one final excerpt from Cheapskates in Love before I move onto something new next week!

Here's the blurb: It’s couples' skating night down at the local rink and Elena Armstrong can’t seem to keep her cocky jock blind date around long enough to knee him in the balls. Sadly, she was too much of a cheapskate to pay for a membership to an online dating site and based everything on Leonard’s personality profile alone. Big mistake.

At the opposite end of the rink, Ben Kessel, another cheapskate on a blind date with Iris, the ice princess, is having a similarly miserable time. Elena, a hater of all things sports-related, inches out into the skating world butt-first and collides with Ben. After sharing their hilarious and horrifying dates-gone-wrong stories, the two disappear and make everything right again on the floor in the players’ dressing room. Almost everything. They forget to exchange numbers. Now these two cheapskates need to make the ultimate sacrifice: pay for a membership to the online dating site so they can track each other down. But is the possibility of love really worth the price of $24.95 per month?

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off:

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a hockey fan,” he gathered, gesturing for her to lead the way. 

“I’m not much of a sports fan at all,” she admitted as she hobbled along the narrow aisle. Her butt made contact with the bench and she jerked upright. “Gah!”

His eyes widened in panic. “What’s wrong?”

“Coccyx,” she muttered, rubbing her backside.

He blushed profusely and she relished the rosy tinge that lit his smooth, kissable cheeks. “Excuse me?”

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Well, I don't know how things are in your neck of the woods, but the weather here in Ottawa has been fan-freaking-tastic! My Canadian skin has reached an almost golden hue, which is relatively unheard of this early in the season. I have nose freckles! :D Wishing everyone a warm, happy, and healthy week ahead! 

Weekend Writing Warriors #69!

*giggles* This is my 69th contribution to the WWW. :D Yes, I'm 12. So hi! Welcome back to another exciting weekend of reading, writing, and reveling in wordsmithing! I'm gonna share an excerpt from my Cheapskates today. But remember, just because I'm cheap, it doesn't mean I'm easy. ;)

Here's the blurb: It’s couples' skating night down at the local rink and Elena Armstrong can’t seem to keep her cocky jock blind date around long enough to knee him in the balls. Sadly, she was too much of a cheapskate to pay for a membership to an online dating site and based everything on Leonard’s personality profile alone. Big mistake.

At the opposite end of the rink, Ben Kessel, another cheapskate on a blind date with Iris, the ice princess, is having a similarly miserable time. Elena, a hater of all things sports-related, inches out into the skating world butt-first and collides with Ben. After sharing their hilarious and horrifying dates-gone-wrong stories, the two disappear and make everything right again on the floor in the players’ dressing room. Almost everything. They forget to exchange numbers. Now these two cheapskates need to make the ultimate sacrifice: pay for a membership to the online dating site so they can track each other down. But is the possibility of love really worth the price of $24.95 per month?

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off:

He stretched his hand out and she grabbed it, afraid it would disappear along with the rest of this beautiful dream. But his hand was hot, and real, and attached to a strong arm that effortlessly pulled her to her feet.

When she almost stumbled again, he gripped her waist with one hand and opened some kind of secret door built into the boards with the other. She gaped at him. “Those things open?”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling. “This is the players’ bench. Most hockey players hop over the boards during a game to get on the ice, and go through this door when they come off.”

“I’ve been wobbling around like a lunatic this entire time and I could have been sitting behind the boards?”

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Yesterday I went on a spectacular date. Quite possibly the best first date I've ever been on. And today I'm off to a potluck to meet up with some fellow authors in the Ottawa area. It's been one heck of a weekend so far! Wishing you all a wonderful day and week ahead!! :)