First, random news:
- I got an email last week from an agent I queried last summer, who had already rejected me (very nicely I must say), rejecting me a second time though I had not resubmitted. I had to get a little cosmic giggle out of this, because I am about to start querying my latest book, and it was like the universe saying, "Gear up, girl, it's time for some torture".
- I officially bombed out for the second half of the Campaign thing. Partially my computer's fault, partially me being lame. Sorry, guys.
- I've officially named by current book. I was calling it Noir, as a nickname, but since this had been used before, the new name is (drumroll, please): Martinis with the Devil.
- I entered Janet Reid's pay-it-forward agent contest. Universe, now is the time to repay me for that double-rejection thing and the computer virus thing.
- I will be in Italy from Sunday to Sunday. Yes, I will post pics when I get back!
- After that, I am doing a "final" read through of my book and beginning to query. I've done all the major structural edits and all the boring nitpicky edits, and now it just needs some polish. Then, Query Land! So, (and hold me to this) I will be querying by April 15th. Tax day.
- So, I may not post again until after the first round of queries is out. We'll see how it goes.
Okay, now for some fun! The lovely T.F. Walsh has tagged me in the Lucky 7 Meme! It is super fun (make sure you check out hers). Here are the rules:
1. Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs, and post them as they’re written.
4. Tag 7 authors
5. Let them know
And here's my snippet from Martinis with the Devil. Unfortunately it hit right at a scene break.
It wasn’t Alexander.
It was a woman wearing a mask over her eyes, ninja style. At that moment, that split second when the shock of realization hit me, something smashed into the back of my head and everything went black.
* * *
Something acrid was being waved beneath my nose. I jumped up and moved across the room in an eye-blurring motion.
“Settle down, Zyan, it’s just me.” Eli was sitting on the floor of the safe room. The HR sat next to him.
“Oh, thank God,” I breathed. The HR was okay.
“Yes, I’m sure He had something to do with it,” the HR said, a gentle smile on his lips. Such a peaceful expression, despite coming within a hair of being murdered.
“How long was I out? Where’s the assassin?” I asked in a rush.
Hope you enjoyed it! I am tagging:
Abby Minard
An Alleged Author
Colene Murphy
Matt MacNish
Deana Barnhart
Jai Joshi
Rachna
Have fun, writer friends! Have grand adventures while I'm on my maybe-hiatus. Talk to you soon!

