This week I decided I live too close to the idiots in Baltimore who have raised stupidity to new heights and that the three western-most counties in Maryland - Allegheny, Garrett and Washington - should, in fact, form their own state.
And if that doesn't happen, West-by-god-Virginia, here I come.
A hundred miles between me and Baltimore isn't enough. I think adding a river might help.
Starting on the journey to get my stories back out in the world has been interesting on so many levels. Yes, I'm learning a lot, which is always a good thing, and I'm being challenged, also a good thing, but the experience has affirmed how far I've come since the early days. It's been satisfying to open up an old manuscript and apply improved technical skills to the prose. It doesn't change the story at all, but it makes it a bit more enjoyable. -Rayne
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Right From the Start
Dana Myerly believes in helping out a neighbor in need. One
rainy Monday she aids a stranded fellow motorist. She finds herself drawn to a
big smile, friendly hazel eyes, and a tight pair of blue jeans. Coerced into
yet another blind date by two of her friends, Dana finds her luck has changed
and her date is her stranded motorist, Randy Walker.
Dana and Randy share an immediate connection, but how do you
know if it’s love…and he’s the one.. Right From the Start?
Dana was approaching her car when a
man’s voice called out behind her. It startled her and she almost stumbled.
Then she recognized it. Randy.
“Hey, wait up!” he called.
“Don’t scare me like that!” she
exclaimed, heart racing. She made a sweeping motion over the dark parking lot.
“Sorry,” he said as he fell into
step beside her. “I didn’t stop and think about that,” he admitted. “I’ll walk
you to your car.”
“Who’ll protect me from you?” Not
that she wanted protected from him. Her heart still pounded, and not with
surprise or fear.
“You think I’m the big, bad wolf?”
he asked, laughing.
“What if I am?” she answered
glibly. She sensed a subtle shift in his walk. He got a little closer and she
caught a whiff of his after-shave. Her nipples tingled and hardened. This was
getting way out of hand.
She really didn’t want to react to
him this way. Her belly tightened. A sweet ache began, sending tendrils of
desire snaking through her.
“I think maybe I’d like that.”
They’d reached her car and his hand covered hers as she reached for the door
His touch jolted through her and
her senses expanded to him. Her vulva pulsed faster than her heartbeat and that
was racing. She turned her head to look up at him and her eyes widened. She had
only that split second warning before his lips touched hers.
Every nerve in her body woke up and
clamored for attention. His attention.
His lips were soft, almost gentle.
Almost. Some feminine sense told her if they weren’t in a parking lot, his kiss
would be all demand. She shushed the voice of reason and raised her arms around
his neck and leaned back against her car. He wrapped his arms around her and
pressed his hips to hers.
He teased her lips open, gently
touching the tip of his tongue to hers. She melted. She hated when men tried to
choke her with their tongues. Randy didn’t. He teased lightly. He nibbled on
her lower lip. His lips traveled down her throat.
Not that she was able to fully
concentrate on those clever lips. She was concentrating on the action happening
lower down. He was getting hard. He was pressed so firmly against her she would
feel him pulsing and swelling, lengthening and hardening. She fought the urge
to lift her legs and wrap them around him. He seemed to know.
“Do it,” he urged, a husky voice in her ear. “Do it.
Let me feel your heat.”
Today will go down as one of the saddest days in television history. Tonight at ten o'clock, Justified will end its six year run. I'm wearing black. Okay, so I wear black a lot, but this is different. I can't remember when I've enjoyed a tv series as much as I've enjoyed Justified. If you think it's a hick show, well, maybe I'll concede the rural Kentucky setting might lead to that conclusion. But Justified is more wild west than anything else. Raylan's best line? "If you make me pull, you're going down." That's pull his Glock 17 from the holster in case you're wondering. If Raylan has to pull, it's going to be a justified shoot. Timothy Olyphant is excellent as Raylan Givens and his portrayal of Raylan will surely go down as one of the greatest character performances of all time. He makes it look so easy! Nick Searcy is freakin' BRILLIANT as Art Mullen. Searcy steals every scene he's in and that's not easy when long, tall, cool Tim is standing next to him. Speaking of Searcy, if you want to read something, check out the man's twitter feed. It's addictive. Whether you agree with him (or not) you will be entertained. You might learn a few things, too. My beloved and I have already decided we're going to have our own little Justified marathon this summer. Life is so hard here in rural western Maryland we have a television and DVD player on the 16x20 roofed patio, mounted on the house and strategically placed to avoid glare from the skylights. We're going to watch the series, start to finish, while enjoying our evening libation as we dry off from our daily dip in the kiddie pool. The residents of Harlan County don't have a thing on us.
There's a saying, and I'm not sure where I read it, that a book is written as the fish eats - in nibbles. The last few days have been like that - nibbles. It used to concern me when the words to a story wouldn't come. I'd worry that I was finished. That I had nothing left to say or to create. Now I know it's just the way my brain works. I occasionally need to back off and let the ideas simmer. Is there a danger in that? You betcha. Sometimes I can let an idea simmer so long I forget about it. I opened my ideas folder last night and clicked through it. Wow. I really had some high expectations back in the day. But there are a few good ideas in the folder, ones I'll bring out and simmer. With the right ingredients, I might have something worth the seasonings. We'll see. Rayne http://www.rayneforrest.com
Finding the perfect title is an authorly pursuit. Sometimes the title comes and then you get the idea for the story. At other times you can be in the midst of the prose and a phrase catches your attention and you turn it into the title. A title based on the overall theme can be good, too. And sometimes the author chooses a title that the readership just doesn't "get." I think this is the case with Skipping Heaven. That title came out of the text. What is it exactly ghosts are doing? They're skipping heaven for a little while. The ghost lovers in my story were given their own private heaven to occupy and enjoy for a while. Their mountain home could very well be the "room" prepared for them. Skipping Heaven has always been a very personal story. It was written after my beloved was diagnosed with cancer. I'd like to believe love can continue after death but thankfully I'll have a while yet before I find out. He's pretty healthy these days. But I digress... I decided to re-title this book "A Hidden Heaven." It fits. Justine has found her own private heaven, hidden from view. The only question is will Daniel stay and share it with her? Is there love after life? I believe so. Rayne www.rayneforrest.com