tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post8521383283473624432..comments2024-03-26T07:33:18.502-04:00Comments on WordWranglers: You had to be there...Margiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03843006118151762550noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-11417856798023615722013-04-15T16:51:34.209-04:002013-04-15T16:51:34.209-04:00LOL, Margie, I love it! A friend of mine named her...LOL, Margie, I love it! A friend of mine named her daughter Cindy and Susie because, like your dad, she hated nicknames, and she laughed forever because the girls' friends called them Cin and Sue. Liz Flahertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06794565644883272260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-13653577578759521172013-04-15T13:54:45.335-04:002013-04-15T13:54:45.335-04:00My dad hated nicknames. He was a Ralph who went by...My dad hated nicknames. He was a Ralph who went by Jim or Jimmy--nobody knows why--his entire life. So, when we were born, we were all given the name we were going to be called, so my sisters and I are all nicknames, Margie, Debbie, and Wendy.<br /><br />So, when my oldest daughter, Kristen, was born, my dad insisted on calling her Krissy. And I said, "Dad, what happened to the nickname rule?"<br /><br />And he said, "Well, you should've named her Krissy because that's what I'm going to call her."<br /><br />That's my old person funny story :) Great post, Liz!Margiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03843006118151762550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-80543392019770960462013-04-15T13:26:00.984-04:002013-04-15T13:26:00.984-04:00Thanks, Ilona and Ella. I know it's actually t...Thanks, Ilona and Ella. I know it's actually the difference between showing and telling, but sometimes it's even more than that.Liz Flahertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06794565644883272260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-25009407981344736882013-04-15T12:31:31.632-04:002013-04-15T12:31:31.632-04:00You had me right there. Great job!You had me right there. Great job!Ella Quinn - Romance Novelisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07733983485270470132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-75809177927960728532013-04-15T12:10:52.828-04:002013-04-15T12:10:52.828-04:00Many times I put in a story things that have happe...Many times I put in a story things that have happen in my own family. That's life! Nice excerpt.Ilona Fridlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-79049138387576059012013-04-15T11:53:48.837-04:002013-04-15T11:53:48.837-04:00Oh, my gosh, D, I'm definitely right there! Gr...Oh, my gosh, D, I'm definitely right there! Great scene, and exactly what I was trying to say. If you'd "told" that story, it wouldn't have been nearly as effective.<br /><br />Thanks, Kristi, Diane, and Maria for stopping by. I love elderly people, too, Maria, especially when they're funny instead of cranky! :-)Liz Flahertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06794565644883272260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-65942563976954296372013-04-15T10:48:54.360-04:002013-04-15T10:48:54.360-04:00Nice job, Liz!
My scene is from my newly released...Nice job, Liz!<br /><br />My scene is from my newly released A Cowboy to Keep:<br /><br />The bull, snorting his displeasure, rolled what looked like a rag around under his head and hooves. Bile filled Laney's throat as she realized the thing under the bull’s hooves was her husband. <br />"Wyatt!" <br />She jumped up, ran, and jabbed the prod into the bull's shoulder, trying to draw his attention onto her. Instead, he bellowed again, pressing his massive head into Wyatt’s back and propelling him across the dusty corral, creating a blinding cloud of dirt. <br />Laney ran around to the front of the bull. "Come and get me, you S.O.B." <br />For a moment, seventy-five considered her, his eyes narrow and mean. Skin on fire, Laney faced him, eyeball to eyeball. She stood motionless, holding the hot-shot like a lance, daring him to come for her. Time stood still as they faced off. She could smell her own fear over the manure on her hands and knees as the Angus mulled over his options. He pawed with both front hooves and tossed his head. Red slobber flew through the air. <br />Blood. Wyatt’s blood. Oh, God. <br />Laney tensed, ready to jump away. Just as she thought the Angus would come for her, Wyatt moaned. Like a child with a toy car, the bull dropped his head and shoved the man into the rail fence. The logs shook as Wyatt’s body slammed into them.<br />D'Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05333880627045486088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-22992855263004644522013-04-15T10:37:10.052-04:002013-04-15T10:37:10.052-04:00Kristina has it exactly right! Adopted children ar...Kristina has it exactly right! Adopted children are such a gift...every bit as much as 'natural' children :-) Lovely post.<br />DianeDiane O'Keyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12151521875902188156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-40236200389023899112013-04-15T10:17:04.579-04:002013-04-15T10:17:04.579-04:00LOL, I love elderly people. LOL, I love elderly people. Maria Michaelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15688040828490760788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133132309124375119.post-54858114045079300742013-04-14T20:39:20.963-04:002013-04-14T20:39:20.963-04:00I love that expression - growing in the heart rath...I love that expression - growing in the heart rather than under it. Something we tell bebe when she asks questions. Thanks for sharing, Liz!Kristina Knighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13674920511835640874noreply@blogger.com