TINY TUESDAY...(m)
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TINY TUESDAY...(m)
| Tue, 02-12-2002 - 9:40am |
TINY TUESDAY...(m)
This week for the Tiny Tuesday let's try an exercise with voice and since Valentine's Day is just two days away, let's throw in the 'romance genre' just for fun. So try this: Insert this sentence into your piece anywhere you like.
"I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss."
Have fun, Sammi

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Funny, Mac...(m)
And you said you don't write romance? "...wanting to accidentally let her slip from my embrace and stumble to the floor. But when my eyes caught a glance of her sizable breasts, my revengeful desires disappeared." LMAO, Mac. Good job, Sammi
My TT: The 2 am Blahs (m)
Not feeling romantic today, so this is what spun out of my keyboard. Have fun,
Eyewrite
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The 2 am Blahs
The computer screen taunts me, as does the stuffed monkey on the monitor. If I tilt my head and listen close, I swear I can hear both inanimate objects jeering me:
“You think you can write a romance. Hah. What do you know about romance?â€
I can write a romance. I know I can. What could be simpler? Man meets woman, eyes travel, hands travel, lips travel, then rumpy bumpy, as my cousin in the UK says. I open a new Microsoft Word document and begin.
“He rode up in a final burst of speed, his Clydesdale horse snorting with exertion, and she caught her breath when he lifted his cloak.â€
Nah, I don’t know anything about horses. I highlight the text and press Delete. A fresh white page taunts me. In six hours this paper is due and I don’t have anything to hand in.
I recall the time I renewed my insurance and I’m sure the sleaze in the crooked toupee looked down my top. Maybe I can use that scene.
“She leaned forward to pick up the papers on the floor, as he knew she would. His old trick, the old reliable. When he got a busty lady renewing her auto insurance he would push papers off his desk and watch their cleavage as they bent over. Then he’d press the green button on his watch and snap a photo. He didn’t regret the $300 he paid for that digital camera-watch.â€
No, no, no. Too stilted. And what do I know about selling insurance and snapping dirty pictures. Write about what you know, that’s what my writing teacher tells me.
“His eyes smoldered in the bedside light. She reached for his tight black curls, to caress them, to unravel them. But he beat her to it, lifting her lithe tanned legs and wrapping them around his muscular thighs.â€
Eww, tacky. And it’s never happened to me. My hunk of burnin’ love this Valentine’s Day will be my Himalayan Mountain Cat. If I sneak him a treat he may let me rub his belly.
My mind races to the smutty books my great grandmother kept in her outhouse – no Sears catalog for her outdoor throne. I can see the covers – dark haired man with cleft chin holds a reclining female with plunging neckline who looks like she needs CPR. Listen to me. No wonder I can’t attract a man. There is not one nano-ounce of romance in me.
The shirtless man across the street is looking at porn on his computer again – I can see the screen reflected in his mirrored closet door. Inspiration hits me and my fingers fly across the keys.
"I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss."
Now this is something I can work with. I take a swig from my coffee mug and plunge ahead.
I think Peter's dreams may come true! (m)
The only thing ripping is maybe her bodice. lol Fun read, Sammi, I didn't catch on that she was his boss right away either. I liked how he was turned on but scared at the same time - great inner conflict if you wanted to make it a longer story, the reader's wondering will he resolve that or not.
Heather
Those darn horses spook too easy...
though it's a good thing they do because women in need meet men with needs and that, as Martha Stewart would say, is a good thing.
I wonder if Martha Stewart reads smutty romances in between home improvement projects? We know she likes to multi-task :)
Fun piece, Jade. Have a good night!
Eyewrite
Who knew...
that Tarzan could be so eloquent?
Super job, Heather. I can see Jane in that hammock with the juices :)
Have a good night, Eyewrite
Mmmmm, the office heats up...
and they steam up the windows in accounting! Heh heh, how many people dream of this with a hottee at work? Woo hoo scandal. Girl hires boy. Boy likes Girl. Girl hits on Boy. Boy agrees. Tongues intertwine and oooh la la...
Fun and steamy, Sammi!
Have a good night, Eyewrite
Great read Jade, Mac's right (m)
You do have the talent. The only thing I saw was a "their bodies" instead of "our bodies." Very well done!
Heather
Revengeful desires melt away...
on the set of the soap opera. Leading man with an insecurty issue, leading lady with a diva-syndrome. Bet this happens over and over. Striptease scene, heh heh, let's shoot that scene next!
Fun, Mac. Have a good night, Eyewrite
Bravo Mac! (m)
I think you've got the beginnings of a romantic comedy here. You write wry humor well. *grin*
Heather
Your writing is like buttah (m)
I loved this one, way to turn your 2am blues into a great piece! Unfortunately my problem is just the opposite, if there's cute man behind the counter at the post office I'm prone to visions of, well, myself suddenly needing CPR (out of breath from the effort of trying not to drool while waiting in line) and he's the only certified person in the building. hehe
Heather
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