Sunday, November 28, 2010
Grumbly Mumbly and Smiles, too...
Evening greetings, holiday-gamboling Felines... delightfully warm on the tame prairie during the afternoon, yay-meows! and later, the Kougaress was surrounded by the enchanting pink clouds of sunset, drifting low on the northern horizon.
What a mixed bag of a day, KitKats, including this Big Cat writer became stuck on what to use for a dialogue tag... yowls, that up-to-your-ankles-in-mud feeling... it was one of those tricky spots in the scene where an action wouldn’t work, and no dialogue tag worked, either. Zol had to be identified as the speaker, instead of his hellhound brother, Zin. Yee-owww, you try writing twin heroes.
After searching ‘dialogue tags’ and finding a useful list, and discovering a helpful blog, moi created a long, long list of every dialogue tag she could remember, or find... but, yeah, baby cats... this is why she never went hunting before... who cares about all the damn ‘do this, do that’ rules for writers!!! What works is what works. ~grumbly mumbly~
Still, once she finally got that log jam cleared in the scene, she made some good progress, and is so hoping to make more. ~SMILES~
But, O.MY.GAWD! CAN THE SPAM!!! Already. Today, it was like a snow flurry. What? Who gets paid for being a hyper annoyance? And, like this Big Cat cares about any of that CRAPOLA!!!
Oh, yes, moi managed to get some outside stuff done on this mild lovely day [shhh, don’t tell the Goverment O-ficcials, since soon planting will be outlawed in your own yard without a license]... yeah, like plants need a license to grow.... James Bond, 007, needs a license to kill, but trees simply grow. Thank the Divine.
The tail-switching holiday moment: Listening to a new Bruce Springsteen song on the radio, and hearing him sing, Fire.
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
2:22 am... 3:33 am... 4:44 am... 12:12 pm... 11:11 pm... 12:12 am... watch your tails, there’s a weird week ahead...
Authoress news and mews ~
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Ms. Etiquette's Lessons Continue
“Uh, Anthony, what do you intend to do with that?” Victoria nodded her head toward the flogger Anthony held. She squirmed hoping to loosen the soft rope binding her.
“Oh, this little thing?” Anthony whipped the flogger through the air creating small cracking sounds just above her closest breast. “Pray tell me you don’t know what I do with this. How about I warm up your nipples and clit with it before I answer you?”
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Sinful Saturday-Cowboy Love
by Gem Sivad
Trolling picture sites for seductive, scoundrels is the rough part of writing historical western romances (*yeah, right*).Ahem. Before I begin a book, I find a visual representative of my imagined character.
Today, I thought I'd share a mini excerpt and the cowboy image inspiring sinfully sexy, Sam McCallister--my bad boy, bounty hunting hero in Five Card Stud.
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 699 ~
Sylva wrapped herself more tightly around her long tall cowboy, her husband. Her Zeke. Their languorous, incredibly long kisses ignited her almost unbearably, and she was struck with passion’s fever, her whole body burning. When their mouths eased apart, and their breaths burst against each other, she murmured, “You ever plan on using that torch you call a cock, handsome. It’s so hot I’ll bet my thighs have turned red.” His whiskey-colored eyes darkened more, becoming black as smoke. The raw dangerous power that he was as a man flared in the depths of his eyes, fascinating Sylva. She stared.
Zeke witnessed the soul of his woman, and felt utterly mesmerized by the facets of wisdom, strength and beauty he saw. More, she bewitched him. Her. Who she was as a spiritual and flesh being. “Sylva,” he finally rasped. “Zeke,” she breathed out his name, as if he were her very breath. Their mouths fused tenderly, then their lips blazed against each other. Keeping their lips sealed, Zeke nudged his woman’s thighs open with his knee. Her sheath’s entrance warmly welcomed the thrust of his cock, and he smoothly penetrated his wife. She moaned against his lips and he lunged.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 698 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
The roaring outrage moment: Screw the UN-codex-psychopaths and the congress-creepazoids with the biggest, fastest, meanest drill bit there is, moi is planting her ugly pumpkin with the hope that the seeds are viable... and she doesn’t give a damn what the food-un-safety bill says she can or can’t do!!!
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.
~ HAPPY HOLIDAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Holiday moment smooches from the Kougar...