A Sirens Song continued

        Six hours later, here I sat disgusted by ever article of clothing I owned. I did not seem to own anything beyond work clothes. Finally, after what seemed like hours of searching, I settled on a spaghetti strap black dress and strappy black heals. To top off my outfit I added a red rose to pull back the corner of my long black hair. I could feel the perspiration on my hands. I was beyond nervous. It was amazing to feel these butterflies in my stomach again. It had been way too long since I Felt like a normal 23 year old girl. I tried to mentally pull myself together. I looked back in the mirror as I ran the soft bristles of my blush brush along my cheek bones. A loud knock came from my front door, he was here. I took a deep breath and gave myself one last look in the mirror. It was the best I was going to get tonight. I tried my best to walk to my front door, If I ran I would come off as too excited. When I opened my front door I was in complete awe. I didn't think it was possible for Leighton to look much sexier, but he did. His blue streak of hair fell long and straight just off the side of his face while the rest of his silky black hair had a short spiked look. He wore dark jeans, a white button up shirt with a black vest on top. The top button of his shirt lay open revealing the most beautiful tattoo on his chest.

   "Scarlet you look magnificent." He breathed with wide eyes.

   "You look pretty spectacular yourself." I could feel myself blushing.

   Leighton was bound to think my natural skin color was red with how much he made me blush.

Fallen Movie

It's truly amazing to see all of my favorite books coming to life!

Fallen by Lauren Kate is finally becoming a movie ! I cannot wait to see this epic story on the big screen. 

Beginning of A Sirens Song

     I stared into my finger printed bathroom mirror as I combed out my long wet hair. My mind drifted to another place. I actually had a date with one of the most gorgeous men i had ever laid my eyes upon. We met just this afternoon in the Black Rose, my favorite coffee shop.

     As soon as he walked through the door his electric blue eyes bore into mine. I was hooked immediately. He looked up at me through the blue streak in his se of black hair. A half smirk danced playfully across his plump lips. My breath caught in my chest. His mere beauty was inhuman. Was he smiling at me?
  "Excuse me miss? Are you gonna order?" The woman behind the counter woke me from my trance.
   
   "Ah yah, sorry, large pumpkin latte please." I began to shuffle through my bag for my wallet.

    "Make that 2 please." Mr. blue eyes said from behind me, handing the woman cash. "It's on me. Hi, my name is Leighton." He reached  his hand out to me.

    "Hello, I'm Scarlett." I felt heat rush to my cheeks. I could tell how red I was by the way he chuckled to himself.

    "Would you like to join me at a table?" Leighton gave me a nervous look, his confidence rang through strong though.

    "I would love that but I am actually late for work." It was always, all work and no play for me.
 
    I meet a man this devastatingly gorgeous and I choose work over having coffee with him. I laughed and quietly reprimanded myself.

   "Well then I guess I will have to take you to dinner tonight." Leighton flashed me a flirty smile.

      I was completely shocked. I hadn't even thought of dating or men in years. Leighton's immediate interest in me took me by complete surprise.

   "So is that a no?" Leighton looked down at me with sad eyes.

  "Oh sorry. Absolutely, I would love that." A nervous giggle escaped my lips.

   Leighton handed me a card. "Here's my cell number. Send me your address and I'll pick you up around 7pm. I know this great Italian place around the corner."

  I will never forget watching him walk out that door. The way the light his his skin made him look like perfect porcelain.

The Demon

She had been in this place so many times before. Felt this fiery attraction that she knew would only end in fatal heart break. So why couldn't she stop herself? Seize this moment right here and run away? She had promised herself she wouldn't let it happen again. She wouldn't let it happen again. She wouldn't allow this beautiful creature to have that power over her. But she was trapped. Lost in his forgiving crystal blue eyes and tempted by his soft, gentle touch. His whisper in her ear sent chills down her spine. She had to run. She had to escape. But, it was too late. He captivated her every thought. Drowned her fears in his loving and oh so promising words.

Philosophy of Poetry

A poem should be read while in a fluster of emotional confusion.
A poem should be painted on every side walk, every coffee cup and paper napkin that floats by my path.
A poem should talk about every inch of emotion or aspect of life that causes your heart to beat even harder.
A poem should infiltrate that soothing moment in everyones life.
Once a poem is read out loud,
It should leave your skin crawling and make you feel like doing back flips.
A poem should bring people to their knees.
A poem is the only antidote to every open bleeding heart begging for mercy,
Some people know how to capture each graceful and disastrous moment with the tip of their pencil.
A poem is life, written, read and felt by everyone in the world.
Once its written you feel free of stress,
It's as if poetry wasn't poetry but therapy.
It was just another way to feel and love and ultimately be heard.

Editing

Finally found an editor today. I can't wait to kick it into high gear with my book! I'm

Also interviewing for a fellowship position at a literary agency. Things are beginning to look up! 

Look for Dragons Blood coming to a bookstore new you soon!!

Desperately seeking!

Its been almost a month since I started querying agents about my book. I'm still very hopeful that one of these people will love my book. The fact that I finished a book alone gives me the oomph to push forward and continue searching for the agent right for me