A big thank you, Joan Y. Edwards for her recent blog post. She always has something inspiring and educational to say. I’m not quite ready for a beta reader yet, but the information is paramount for my success..


Great article. Now to get rid of Spock’s voice in my head and make room for Captain Kirk!

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Ah, it is National Novel Writing Month. Many of you are participating in NaNoWriMo (write 50,000 words in a month) and many are not. Either way is fine. Your call. I love doing Nano simply because I have to fast draft everything because I tend to nitpick stuff to death, especially fiction.

I fast draft all year, so November is the only time I have company and lots of immoral support.

Why do I love writing fast? So happy you asked!

Many new authors slog out that first book, editing every word to perfection, revising, reworking, redoing. When I used to be a part of critique groups, it was not at all uncommon to find writers who’d been working on the same book two, five, eight and even ten years. Still see them at conferences, shopping the same book, getting rejected, then rewriting, rewriting…..


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Well, the conference was a blast, and I remembered my character’s names and the story line for my pitch but let’s put a pin in that for now, shall we.

The Wind-Up (aka, the conference)

It was awesome but far too short. This newbie soaked in the info like a sponge. They threw loads of great material at me – POP – BIFF – KAPOW! I caught it all. For those of you who didn’t grow up watching The Batman Show, you’ve missed some seriously good TV. All I can say is “Holy Sedatives,” you had a boring childhood. I mean really, where else can you hear a man in tights say such profound words like

“We’ve come a long way from the Prime Minister’s exploding cake. Or have we?”

But I digress. I met some talented people, and I hope made good friends as well.


The Pitch

(See what I did there, my husband will be proud that I know football as well as I do. Ah, just kiddin’ honey, I know those phrases come from hockey.)

Seriously, though, I sat across from an agent, a lovely young lady, by the way, and pitched my story. She, of course, had some critical things to say, it wasn’t all flowers and rainbows. But at the end…

She requested the first three chapters!

Oh, happy day! I was stunned. I never expected it. That’s when I had to look her in the eye and explain how I’m a newbie, and the pitch was intended to be practice for me, and my books not quite finished yet. She very graciously told me to send the pages when I do have them finished and properly edited. That’s nice. I doubt she’ll remember our little talk by that time, but it does give me hope for the future. I will send her my pages as soon as possible.

One step closer to being, Tina Bruner, Author, instead of Tina Bruner, Writer.

Wish me luck…

I’m in the process of writing my first book. I say it that way to boost my confidence that this project will ever see the light of day. Of course I think it’s good, I wrote it. Let’s see what a group of Literary Agents think about it this weekend.

I’m attending my first writers conference and I’m pretty nervous about it. I went into this thinking it would be good practice to sit in front of an agent and pitch my book. Now? I don’t even know what my book is about?  Seriously.

“Um, it’s about this girl, I don’t recall her name but she meets this guy, um, his name is Bob, Fred, no, wait. I got it… no, I forgot it again. Thank you for your time, please throw my business card in the trash on the way out.”

I’m sure I will sound like a babbling idiot. Good news is that this agent probably won’t see me again anyway.

Breath and have fun, that’s my mantra.

Ack *choking* … can’t breath…

be continued…

Time flies

My how time flies.  I was revisiting some of my older posts and couldn’t believe some of the pictures I saw.

Amazing!  My daughter is the beautiful, inside and out.  I Love you and am proud of you.  xoxoxodscn0067Sierra body

“I turn on my computer.  I wait patiently as it connects.  I go online.  My breath catches in my chest until I hear 3 little words,  “You’ve got mail.”  I hear nothing, not a sound on the streets of New York.  Just the beat of my own heart.  I have mail…from you.¹”

I’ve got mail from… Amazon.  Yes, Amazon.  Order Confirmation for “Tainted Dreams” has been auto delivered to your device.

insert Hallelujah chorus here

I’ve been waiting for this purchase for a very long time – every sense I finished the first book “Along The Way Home” by award winning author, Christi Corbett I couldn’t wait to delve into the continuing story of Jake and Kate.  It’s here and now I can’t spend another minute blogging, I have some serious reading to do.

Download these books, trust be, you won’t be sorry.

Until next time – Tina

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Oh to be young again *sign*

It doesn’t seem that long ago that I was listening to my kids outside yelling and playing – and it was OK.  Now, my youngest child is still young, she is 11 so she still plays outside and being a girl, she tends to want to scream for no reason.  (Why is that?  I never did that as a little girl, what’s the point?)

I instantly tell her “Knock it off – no one wants to hear that!”

I think that should have been my first clue that I was becoming “that” lady.

You know who I’m talking about, every neighborhood has one.  She sit inside just waiting for the kids to sound like their having a good time and then she strikes.  Worse yet, DON’T GO ON HER LAWN!  Whew.

I feel the need to share with you that I am not old, my daughter, although adopted, wasn’t brought into a family of blue-haired parents with tennis balls on their walkers.  I can still digest raw veggies too, thank you very much!  My point is, am I getting old or am I just crabby?

Do the neighborhood kids really need to scream when they play?  Does anyone really like that anyway?  The little kids around the corner are too little to be riding their bike all the way around the other corner – their parents have no way of seeing them at all.  I’ve had to watch out for them on several occasions in my car and it’s NOT EVEN May.  Seriously, where’s their parents?

OK, so I’m thinking I’m just crabby.  BUT STAY OFF MY LAWN ANYWAY, ya nipper snapper.