Categotry Archives: writing

The Sven Thing

I was kind of counting on this week to make up for last week.  At 1,000 words a day for 7 days I need to do 7,000 words a  week just to stay even.  I did 5,734.  It would have been worse but I managed to bust through at the end of the week and did a couple thousand on Friday.  Whoohoo!  Still, with every single week running behind, I don’t think I’m going to have this puppy done by […]

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Suzie’s House 42: A Little Understanding

  When we left Ben a couple of weeks ago, he had just learned that the man who shot Vin is the same man who offered him a ride – or at least so everyone in Suzie’s house thinks. Being in home was all different now that Ben knew what was really going on.  Least he knew what was up with the guy who shot Vin anyway.  There was something going on between Vin and Miranda, but Ben wasn’t sure […]

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Suzie’s House #41: Coming to the Point

I know, it takes me forever to – ehem – come to the point.  But I’m there now.  So Suzie isn’t here.  It’s on the newsletter this week.   If you would like to receive this week’s episode and you have not signed up for the newsletter at Suzies_House-Subscribe@Yahoo!Groups.com  then please contact me at Alice Audrey 1 @ yahoo . com, without the spaces of course.  Provided you are over 18 I will be glad to send it to you.   […]

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FanLit Forever Contests

Check this out: Can you write the beginning of a story which will have the reader yearning to read more?  Well we’re giving you an opportunity to take home a $50 Visa GC by doing just that.  Contestants will have a week to come up with a 1000-1500 word beginning to a story which not only starts with a hook, but leaves us dying to read more. Limit of 2 entries per contestant.  For instructions on how to enter, visit […]

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Suzie’s House 40: Cat Scratch Fever

 We continue from last week when Miranda went down stairs to check on Vin. Vin explored every facet of Miranda as he kissed her.  She smelled of something soft and sensual, not tart or obnoxiously floral like some of her perfume.  She tasted sweet and a little musky, and so sexy he could hardly stand it. (Editorial note:  Hmmmm… to newsletter, or not to newsletter?  That is the question.  I think… not, but my younger readers might want to skip […]

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Suzie’s House 39 : Good Intentions

  Remember how Miranda went stomping upstairs after Vin fell asleep on the couch while she poured out her heart to him?  That was the same night Ben walked home from his father’s house.  We now return to Miranda shortly after she went upstairs.  Yes, it was a busy night. Miranda pulled a nightgown over her head, then adjusted the layers of filmy fabric and demure lace to hang straight from low cut bodice to her bare toes.  She opened […]

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Suzie’s House 38 : the Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing but the Truth

  Remember a few episodes back when Ben came home unexpectedly ; he spoke with “the red-headed man” on the way home from his father’s house ; and Drew and Suzie demanded to know everything; and they told him the red-headed man is the one who shot Vin?  We now return to Ben’s bedroom that night. “You haven’t seen him, have you?”  Mom looked really close at his face, hers all wrinkled up with concern.  She came toward the bed […]

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70 Days of Sweat

As if the 100 words a day for 100 days challenge on FanLit Forever wasn’t enough I’ve joined the 70 Days of Sweat challge at http://70daysofsweat.com/wordpress/archives/71 Wish me luck! If you’re doing it too, stop and say “hi!” Alice 

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Suzie’s House 37: A Dark and Balmy Night

 “Sean!  Wait up!”  Joseph jogged down the night-darkened street toward his brother.  He had muttered some lame excuse to Christina and hurried out of the bar.  The urgency to warn his brother, to wring from him some sort of promise overwhelmed him. In a way, the feeling tied in with Christina.  Something about her sent up red flags.  Sean accused him of being paranoid because he had so many premonitions of doom.  Maybe he was, but he was also alive […]

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"Can I Write?"

Writing a short story is like running a mile.  Writing a novel is like a ten mile hike.  Writing a novel others would like to read is like dancing the same ten miles with a genuine smile the entire time.

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Suzie’s House 36: Mata Hari

 “Yeah, but yours is redder,” Christina, mouthed to herself.  How stupid could she get?  As if how red his hair was mattered to anyone.  It was probably the lamest line she’d tried on him yet, and she’d tried some doozies.  What did it get her?  He couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Christina took a sip of beer, winced, and set it on the old Formica tabletop.  She didn’t even like beer, and certainly not in a dive like […]

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Suzie’s House 35 : A Tale of Two Brothers

 Joseph O’Connor lifted his Budweiser, looked at the amber brew, and wished it was a black and tan.  You couldn’t get Guinness at the Caribou at all, let alone half of the black and half of the tan in a single mug.  So what did his brother, Sean, see in the place? “We should have gone to Clancy’s.” “Clancy’s has been closed for years.  Besides, this is close to home.” Joseph snorted.  “Nothing this side of the pond is close […]

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Suzie’s House 34: Lost Boy

 Previously, in Suzie’s House: After having fought their attraction to one another, Drew and Suzie were finally overcoming the barriers between them when Ben, Suzie’s son, came home.  Ben was supposed to stay with his father, from whom he is estranged.  Ben walked out when he couldn’t get his father to listen to him. “Mom?”  Ben tapped on the door to his mother’s office.  Funny, she hardly ever closed it.  He tried the knob, but it wouldn’t turn.  The door […]

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Suzie’s House 33 : Suzie and Drew Sitting in a Tree

 Suzie’s head spun.  She couldn’t get enough air, probably because she kept forgetting to breathe.  If Drew didn’t stop kissing her, she was going to pass out. Of course he wasn’t going to stop kissing her.  The way he was slanting his mouth across hers, his tongue toying with her, she was pretty sure he didn’t want to stop any more than she did.  She was doomed. She reached up and threaded her fingers into his hair.  It was short […]

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Prelude to an Episode?

As you know, Suzie has been going on a while.  I’ve been told that you really have to read some of the previous material in order to understand an/or appreciate the current episode.  I would very much like to get more people interested in Suzie’s House.  I hate to think potential readers will come to the blog, start to read an episode, and get so lost they chose never to read another. I tried to put all the episodes together, […]

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