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NaNoWriMo Aftermath + Cyber Monday Deals!

Cyber MondayNaNoWriMo, AKA “Nah, Not Finishing”

When the calendar flipped to December, I felt like a huge weight lifted off me. This November was the first National Novel Writing Month that I’d done in years. Usually, I’m already elbow-deep in another manuscript, so I haven’t bothered doing NaNoWriMo lately. This year, though, the stars aligned and I hadn’t started writing Diving Into Him so I dove right in (pun intended).

Then everything just kind of blew up right at once—as it usually does. I got hit hard with SAD, my family lost a close cousin on my Biz Noni’s side, I came out of shock and suddenly started grieving my friend all over again, and then got smacked with a flareup. Oh, and I started a temporary job for the holiday season. I couldn’t ditch Thanksgiving, either, so things got really hectic. Yet I still put pressure on myself to finish the book, even when I fell far behind.

Why is it that I always have to re-learn to let things go? I swear, I’m especially thick-headed when it comes to that kind of thing. :P Continue reading

Diving Into Him: Chapter 3

Note:

I just crossed the 20,000-word line! I don’t know why, but it is thrilling every time I reach this point. I could write 100 novels and I would still be excited at every milestone. It really is a beautiful process.

I’ve sort of been buried in the writing cave these days. Not only have I been writing Diving Into Him, but I’ve also been working on prep for The Nanny with the Skull Tattoos (more info about that here). I also started a part-time temporary job for the season. (Going back to retail has not been as torturous as I feared! I actually really like the company I’m working for.) If you’ve been wondering why I haven’t been as active lately, that’s why. It’s probably going to get worse as the holidays get closer, because I’ll be cooking and spending more time with family and working and writing. Heh.

But don’t worry. I’m taking good care of me. :)

One more thing: Are you reading these chapters? Do you like them? Do you want me to post more? I’m trying some new things with blogging and want to give you stuff that you actually like. Please comment and tell me what you want!

Diving Into Him: Chapter 3, by Elizabeth Barone

The following is an excerpt from a work in progress. The manuscript is raw and may contain typographic errors and other issues.

WARNING: Diving Into Him is a New Adult romance intended for adults 18+, due to sexual scenes, substance and drug abuse, and other New Adult themes. Reader discretion advised.


 Read: Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3


Jett snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She glanced at Koty. He eyed Perry with all of the enthusiasm of an exterminator staring down a cockroach. She tapped her lip, considering her options. It wasn’t as if she had many. She needed a bassist, immediately. Even if Perry wasn’t being dramatic, going head to head with King Riley would keep her motivated. It would be a fun challenge. She turned back to Perry. “We’re going to be at Malden Street Studios tonight. Meet us there.” Giving him the address, she marched through the front door.

“Whoa,” Koty called after her.

She jogged down the front steps. Quickening her pace, she hurried away from Perry’s apartment building.

“Hold on.” Koty caught up with her. He shot her a perplexed look. “Why did you invite him?” Continue reading

Diving Into Him: Chapter 2

Diving Into Him: Chapter 2

The following is an excerpt from a work in progress. The manuscript is raw and may contain typographic errors and other issues.

WARNING: Diving Into Him is a New Adult romance intended for adults 18+, due to sexual scenes, substance and drug abuse, and other New Adult themes. Reader discretion advised.


Read: Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3


 Chapter 2

“Wait,” Koty said. He trailed behind her, the towel slipping from his waist. Clasping it to his hips, he stood in the middle of the room. “How about I just pay him back?”

Jett wrinkled her nose. “That’s ridiculous.” She stood with her hands on her hips, an eyebrow arched.

“Why?” Koty bent in front of his dresser and began pulling out clothing. “I give him the money that you owe him, and the problem goes away.”

She shook her head. “It’s not that simple.” He was already paying for their condo and groceries. Technically, it was money that he would probably never use if they hadn’t moved to Boston. Back in New York, he had lived in one of the most modern apartments in the city. He could have bought a house in Beverly Hills, if he wanted to.

“Why?” he asked again. He tossed jeans and a tee shirt onto his bed. He stood, watching her, the towel hitched around his waist. Continue reading