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#5MinuteFiction’s Second Stop on the Find Me a Home Tour

February 20, 2012

So, by now you know that I’ve decided I have to give away my beloved 5MinuteFiction. But not before I find it a good home.

Sessha Batto has stepped up and offered it a loving home. She’s been with 5MinuteFiction a long time. If I remember correctly she participated in the very first 5MinuteFiction.

So this week, as in tomorrow, Feb 21, at 12:30 pm Eastern, 5MinuteFiction will be taking place on her blog. Don’t forget!

(If you forget, that’s OK. I’ll have a link from here.)

See you there!

5MinuteFiction will be at http://sesshabattousai.com/cgi-bin/wordpress/!

#5MinuteFiction is Going for a Ride

February 13, 2012

There’ll be some pretty pretty lights but just keep going through the cloud and…

Yeah, I watched Serenity again this weekend. Can’t help myself.

Anyway that’s not the point, is it? If you were here last week you saw that I’ve decided I have to give away my beloved 5MinuteFiction. But not before I find it a good home.

Our own Nicole Wolverton has stepped up and offered it a loving home. So this week, as in tomorrow, Feb 14, at 12:30 pm Eastern, 5MinuteFiction will be taking place on her blog. Don’t forget!

(If you forget, that’s OK. I’ll have a link from here.)

See you there!

5MinuteFiction will be at http://nicolewolverton.com!

Free to a Good Home: #5MinuteFiction, One Owner, Lovingly Maintained

February 10, 2012

Release day for Fighting Gravity approaches, April 18, 2012! No, I hadn’t actually announced it here yet, but there you go. Anticlimactic much?

So what’s that got to do with the title of the post. Well, quite simply, it’s an admission that I’m getting lots of things on my plate lately and I haven’t been giving 5MinuteFiction the attention it deserves. This is only getting worse as I gear up for promotion of Fighting Gravity, revisions on the sequel, and writing the final in the trilogy. Wshew, combine that with my full-time job and full-time motherhood and a poor neglected husband it makes me tired just reading it!

So I’m going to find 5MinuteFiction a new home, with someone who loves it and will take good care of it.

Where? Not sure. Know why?

Because you haven’t asked me for it yet. 😉 I’m just not prescient enough to know who is the best new owner for my baby. Would you be? Well, let me know. Drop me an email because I’m going to start putting together a list. Then, each applicant will get a week to host 5MinuteFiction , see how it works for them, see how they work for it.At the end of it all, I’ll post a poll to get the general opinion (though I don’t promise to give it away based solely on one poll.)

But that’s the long and short of it. Interested in taking good care of our 5MinuteFiction ?

Let me know.

#5MinuteFiction Week 86 WINNER!

February 8, 2012

It’s not the first time she’s won and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Our winner again this week is the lovely and talented Nicole, @nicolewolverton. I always love her stories. Here it is again for you to enjoy as well.

Congrats, Nicole!

Lemon stared out the windshield. The hazy sky beyond the glass streaked red, orange, and green across the horizon. Even now she thought her house might be just around the corner if she wished hard enough.

“Where to now?” Chelsea asked. The girl drew up her knees, resting her chin on top.

“Whatever you want.” It didn’t matter. No place was safe.

“Maybe Bloomsburg? The college dorms probably have some food left in them. If we look hard enough, there’s bound to be some booze someone left behind.”

The sign on route 11 announced the exit for the town in less than half a mile. Lemon glanced at the gas gauge. They were still good . . . for now. “Yeah, okay. But you know there’s a hoard that’s captured the downtown area, right?”

“I hadn’t heard.” Chelsea sighed. “Our radio died five months ago.”

Lemon had found the girl hiding in a grocery store, holed up in a walk-in freezer and surrounded by cases of Twinkies and Spam. It had taken four days to get the story out of her, and it hadn’t been pretty. The corpses of her brother and mother hadn’t been pretty, either, but that was a story for another day.

“We can still go . . . we just have to be prepared.”

Chelsea nodded and unfolded her body. Lemon kept her eyes on the road, but when she came to the bottom of the off-ramp, she stopped the car and rolled up the window. Her passenger handed her a netted helmet and clutched a smoker. She nodded again. “I’m ready.”

Lemon pursed her lips and eased the car forward. With each block, the buzzing grew louder. Honeycombs wedged into every crevice. Bees the size of mailboxes buffeted the car from every side.

“I really hate bees,” Lemon said through gritted teeth.

“They hate you, too,” Chelsea seethed, smacking Lemon with the smoker and rolling down her window.