Mermaid Voice

Inspired

When you're inspired and have to write the scene 

Inspiration

Sometimes writing inspiration comes from the classics.

Up next

I always get asked what I'm working on next. Well, I'm planning a series of standalones loosely based on beloved fairy tales. Mermaid Voice is the first one of this series. Here are a few pictures from my pinterest boards for my upcoming books. 

Left Hander Day!

Happy Left-handers Day! Here is a small scene with Shelby, the left-handed pitcher from Diamond Dirt.

She curved her fingers around the seams and circled her arm. She flipped her wrist to force the ball to dive down into the zone. As she released the ball, she saw Winston walking onto the field out of the corner of her eye. 

It was easy to see him as she finished her motion due to how she turned her body. She breathed deep as he crossed the first base chalk line. 

"It always looks as if you're hurting your arm," he said as he walked towards her. 

"It's a natural motion," she said as she reached for another ball. "Your sister knows." 

He smiled as he stopped beside the bucket. I don't really talk softball with Mia. It'll lead to a long conversation where I'll be lost most of the time. She likes to talk stats and players. Since I don't keep up with the sport, it's easier to talk about something else." 

"You're poor sister. Does anyone talk softball with her?" she asked as she fingers the red seams. Running her fingers over the seams always calmed her. 

:Our parents talk to her about softball. You're left-handed." 

"You just now noticed?" she asked as she spun the ball in her left hand. 

"I never noticed when you take notes."

On Set

Happy Monday and here's a small scene from Mermaid Voice. 

"You trying to tell me people back in the swampland don't sleep around?" 

Syrena laughed as she shook her head. "They sleep around or at least try to. Sometimes there's a shotgun waiting for one of them when they get back home. And I don't live in the swampland." 

"Girl, you're close enough to the swamp. How many gators did you see?" Cindy asked as she propped her hand on her hip. 

"Cin, they ain't walking gators down the street," Nick said as he winked at Syrena. "They fry them on the gril." 

"You don't fry on a grill," Syrena said as she looked at him. "Frying is frying and grilling is grilling." 

"What's the difference?" Nick asked as he leaned over the back of the chair in front of Syrena. 

"To fry something, it needs to be dunked in oil," Syrena said. 

"He don't cook or know what you're talking about," Cindy said as she waved her hand in the air. 

"Why would I cook when I can order whatever I want from my phone," Nick said as he crossed his arms. "I don't have to worry about dishes either." 

"Can't believe you're still single," Syrena said before laughing.