Raquel’s Comments (group member since Jul 31, 2016)

Raquel’s comments from the ScribIntel for Unsung Authors group.

OMG! It's been NINE years since I wrote on this blog. Did any of you ever get discovered? I hope so.

Well, I revamped Scribintel.com. Now I've just written some advice on how to write a novel by only using your word processor and a couple of tools which will probably do most of the things done by expensive novel writing software.

I also have a page named Work to Play which offers some fun advice on getting inspired. Here's the link: https://scribintel.com/home.html

I've written a few books since my last post in 2016. Check out my site: https://www.rzfbooks.com/

Hope all is good and well with everyone who contributed to this blog. Let me know if you try the suggested exercises on the website, i.e. wearing costumes, etc.

Gracias!

Raquel

Great news! I have been featured in the Latina Book Club! Here's the link:

http://www.latinabookclub.com/

I've been really busy and haven't posted for a reason. I finished and published OSIRIS 333. It's live on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/2bP4U2b

Here's a line from that book:

“Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Romero. No one saw anything, but there was a van that stopped for a few minutes in front of the property. Let me look at the footage. It’s a white van for a dry cleaner’s. The name is Peggy’s Clean Panties. Wow! What a wild name!” the man started laughing.

This excerpt is to ratify anyone who loves and uses humor in their work and in remembrance of Gene Wilder, one of my favorite actors.

These are some lines from The Eye of Osiris regarding abuse of the law:

Yes, working at this prestigious law firm had its perks. But when you’re literally typing the lines, there is no need to “read between” them. As Moriah typed and edited each answer, complaint, cross-complaint, brief and motion; she knew that this defendant law firm would some day pay the price. At some point, this bending and mutilation of the law would eventually recoil and turn around to attack like a boomerang. That day was not here, not just yet.

R. wrote: "I think this is a great idea, thanks.

Here are a couple from my SF novels. From "Run from the Stars", the scene where Jane has gone to sleep at the controls of the spaceship after being awake for ..."

Thank you R!

Anna wrote: "These are some of my favourite lines from 'Kenneth's Queen', a story of 9th century Scotland and the rise to power of Kenneth Mac Alpin.

In spite of her horror at the place Baena raised her eyebro..."

Thank you, Anna!

This is an excerpt from Osiris The Second Coming about love at first site:

Veronica was slumming in a Castro district dive with Gary, her friend from the Yosh salon. Gary was telling jokes about his clients and had her in an uproar. When the live music started, Veronica looked up on stage and to her surprise, Gabe was playing the saxophone so beautifully that she caught her breath. Gary caught the look on her face and said, "Oh oh," and turned as well.
"Oh what?" Veronica queried as she continued to stare at Gabe. "Colpo di fulmine!" Gary smiled.
"What the hell is that?" Veronica still could not take her eyes off Gabe.
"It means love at first site in Italian," Gary smiled and he held his glass of scotch in his left hand and swirled it.
"Did not know you spoke Italian. How romantic," Veronica turned for a second and gave him a glance. Then she turned her attention back on Gabe. Electricity seemed to sparkle between them.
"Sorry to interrupt," Gary commented, "I was just making an observation that is so obvious to the 30 or so people in this room."
"What, exactly are you talking about?" Veronica turned to Gary. But Gabe kept his eyes toward Veronica then closed them dreamily.
“'Colpo di fulmine' seems to have struck tonight between you and Mr. Saxophone up there. It's so obvious," Gary grinned and took another sip of his scotch.
"That, my dear, is where you are so wrong. You see, we've met before, Mr. Saxophone and I," Veronica looked like the cat that ate the bird; with feathers all over her paws.
"Really? When and how long ago. Because Mr. Saxophone looks as though he's seen you for the first time," now Gary was grinning. "Looks to me as though you have unfinished business together. That's what it looks like, uh huh. That's it, isn't it?" He stared at Veronica for a minute. "What did you do, leave him all tied up in some hotel room? Come on, you can tell good ol' Gary."

Hi! Youtube is good but there are other alternatives. I have a lot of trouble posting my book trailers with audio. But that's another story.

Keep on dreaming because sometimes if we keep that picture in our head it will get us through a lot of rough times.

Have a great Sunday.

One more post for the day. This is another excerpt from The Eye of Osiris:

It was a foggy, misty evening around eight o’clock in North Beach. In the alleyways, you could hear a harmonica’s cries faintly echoing, pulling at you heart. North Beach was one of the few places where you could still find a few clubs that played this music whose notes struck into the depth and emotional crevices in your soul, music that can only be called the Blues.

Good morning! No matter. We are all children at heart.

So happy to hear that you like this group! I am working strategies to attract readers to this group. I'll start tweeting about it today.

What's best is that this is not a contest. I don't believe in them because they are totally subjective to the judges whose criteria could be from mars!

My goal is to someday host a web tv show to introduce new authors.

Have a good day.

This is another excerpt from The Eye of Osiris about the madness that is our heart's desire:

People can lose their minds when primal instincts conflict with the intellect. Such human conflict can twist the soul, as the self condones, denies then finally chooses the poisonous fruit, even when it may lead to madness. Because there is really no end to this internal, self-inflicted, destructive conflict. And, the landfill of human tragedies grows larger and larger; simply because of the age-old, most humanistic of excuses: the heart wants what it wants. Oddly enough, it only leads to the greatest of inhumanities.

Thank you!

Thanks, Jeremy!

Thank you!

I wrote this in my book, The Eye of Osiris:

Perhaps this is when his love-hate relationship with weak women began. Feeding his ego was his life line. And, like so many suffering from ego-mania, he wasn’t really looking for love, love was not enough; he wanted to be worshiped.