Posts tagged ‘novel excerpt’

So here’s the deal:
MizB at Should Be Reading would have us:

Teaser Tuesdays

Grab your current read

Let the book fall open to a random page

Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.

You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given!

There is only one VERY IMPORTANT THING TO REMEMBER:
*** Do NOT post anything that could spoil the plot of the book!!! ***

If your sentences that fall between lines 7 and 12 on the page you turn to give too much away, choose a different page, or a different spot on the page… we don’t want to ruin any surprises for anyone!

Mine for this week is:

“Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace the constellations. You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you’re some kind of indispensable.”

This is from House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. It’s an… interesting read. The reviews for it are generally good, although reader reviews range widely. If it can be genraed it must fall somewhere between Lit Fic and Horror. Or perhaps it’s Lit Fic with Horror as a sub genre. Or perhaps it’s simply art.
I’m finding it a somewhat laborious read, best undertaken in small sips, which is not how I generally read a book I’m enjoying, (and may be partially due to the fact that I need new reading glasses) I’m a devourer of books. I think it may be why I so often keep books I really love to reread later at leisure and more fully savour the flavors.
Nonetheless this book comes highly recommended by my e. who has yet to steer me wrong, and I am enjoying it. It’s an interesting concept, and I might almost read it for that alone, but the story is… intriguing.
There is something else cool about this book. The author’s sister, Poe, put out a musical and lyrical companion to it in the form of a great Album length CD which is entitled “Haunted”. I like the music a lot.

If you love books and reading half as much as I do, why not join me on Shelfari?

Oh. My. Gods.
Look over there to the right. The sidebar. Does it show yet? My eyes are so blurry I can hardly see to type.
According to Scrivener, my novel writing program (it rocks! you should check it out!), I reached 50,038 words on my 2008 NaNoWriMo novel about a half an hour ago. Holey shit. My muse was on fire today. I wrote over 6K words. Sheesh, I am such a deadline junky.
Tomorrow (later this morning) after a bit of a sleep, I’ll write a couple hundred words before exporting to Word to scramble and paste my document in the official NaNo validator.
Holy shit, I’m wiped.
Eda, my love. Thank you. You have been absolutely invaluable to me and this novel. Well, you are always invaluable to me, but what I’m trying to say is that I could never have done this without you, my love.
Big thanks to all my NaNo buddies who swapped encouragement and threats with me when the going got tough.
Yippee!

Happy Venusday, friends! I’m getting ready to head out to the studio and work on some bowling balls. Just wait; I’ll get pics up soon. In the meantime, I thought it was time to revive my old Venusday Love posts. I don’t have the time or energy today to go erotica hunting for ya’ll, so if you’re feelin’ frisky, you’ll have to handle that yourselves (Hee hee!).
The following is an excerpt from My NaNoWriMo novel from last year, entitled The Space Between, that I’ll be editing beginning in December after I’ve finished this year’s NaNo novel.

James brings a vessel for her Lisa Marie. A handmade pottery urn glazed in shifting colors; green, lavender, copper and smoke. They lay a soft baby blanket on the floor and sit cross legged. James has lighted white candles enclosed in clear glass and incense smolders sweetly; frankincense, she thinks. He waits for her, sitting in loving stillness and honor as he always does. She silently removes the lid from the perfect vessel (she refuses to name it “urn”) that her James has brought and lays it aside, then hands the small pot to him. While he holds it, she solemnly transfers her baby from the cold plastic and wretched cardboard, one small and gentle handful at a time, letting it sift carefully through her fingers into the waiting vessel in his hands. When she is sure that every speck is removed from the little bag, she folds it carefully nonetheless and nestles it down, burying it along with the small metal coin, before asking James to close the lid.
Setting it aside she moves her powdery dry hands to flutter across his face, to his lips. He opens his mouth to take this sacrament she offers, to take his little majesty into him, and this time when her mouth follows her hands to his lips he opens to her and swallows her sweet sadness, pulling her into him and drinking of her, tasting and devouring her, and she feels a heat begin in the core of her icy soul and cries aloud when she begins to melt and weep as he holds and warms and loves and begins again somehow, miraculously, to make her safe.