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Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 256

Oops, I missed a Tweet Tales post again last week. I was frantically writing my newest short screenplay to apply for the SC film grant again. But I got it finished and revised multiple times and then submitted on Sunday morning, a record 36 hours before it was due. It’s a ghost story set at the Dock Street Theatre – I think it would be so fun to film there, so fingers crossed that we win. 
As for other happenings, my mom’s birthday was yesterday, and since Sunday was Father’s Day, the whole family met at the lake this weekend to celebrate both occasions. And of course all five dogs were along for the ride. This is the first known photo of all five pooches at the lake at the same time.
Five dock dogs
And then later, we managed to get all five canines AND all five humans in a picture at one time. It was a Father’s Day miracle!
The entire Rish clan
My sister took a TON of pictures of the pups swimming, so if you enjoy adorable dogs in lifejackets paddling in the water or jumping from docks, then make sure you’re following me on Instagram or Twitter. I post dog pictures there every day with the hashtag #cutedog, and I’ll be posting lake pics all summer long. 
Bear, Kali, and Remy ready to leap into the water
And now for two weeks worth of 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
nemophilia - the love of spending time in forests; a fondness or liking for forests, woods, or woodland scenery.
15 Minute Tweet Tales6/13 - She's always had strong nemophilia, but with each news story, she spends more time among the trees. Until one day she never comes out. #15tt
obdormition - when an arm or leg goes to 'sleep' as a result of numbness caused by pressure on a nerve.
6/20 - Newly adopted dog has sad past. Scared of new "mom." Finally creeps over for cuddles. Mom not moving no matter how bad obdormition is. 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 255

This week I’ve been writing a short screenplay to apply for the SC Film Indie Grant. This is the same grant program I won to make my short films Saying Goodbye and High Heels & Hoodoo. It’s such an amazing program, and I can’t believe how lucky we are to have it in our state. This year I’m working on a ghost story/thriller that takes place in a very Charleston location. Fingers crossed! It’s due on June 19th, which is still plenty of time for a deadline driven gal like me.
I’m also missing my nieces and nephew after dog-sitting them last week. My sibs sent me picks to show they miss me, too, so I thought I’d share.
Hi from Remy!
Bear and Kali snuggling
And now for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales offering. This week’s word is really gross, and I can’t believe there’s a word to describe it, but here ya go:

15 Minute Tweet Tales

mucophagy - the consumption of the nasal mucus obtained from nose-picking. 
6/6 - Mason kept bullying Flor, so she started an Instagram account of all the pics she'd secretly taken of him called Mason's Mucophagy.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above word. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tale or #15tt word?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 254

I've had a lot of stuff going on the past few weeks, so I got behind on tweet tales again. I've been working on several grants I'm applying for, I spent a week dog-sitting my nieces and nephew (who think beds are for dogs not humans), and I've been doing research for my next novel.

Pups in bed

But I want to get caught up again, so here are the latest round of 15 Minute Tweet Tales

lunt - smoke or steam, especially smoke from a tobacco pipe.
5/16 - She crouches on balcony over his favorite smoking spot. When she sees lunt, she shoves stone planter. The crash lets her know she's free. 
15 Minute Tweet Tales
lunula - small crescent-shaped structure or marking, especially the white area at the base of a fingernail that resembles a half-moon. 
5/23 - She notices the lunula on each finger is a different fluorescent color and calls doctor panicked. Roommate giggles as she hides markers. 
minimus - the fifth digit; the little finger or little toe. 
5/30 - Every profanity I'd ever heard spewed forth when I slammed my minimus on the chair. But since baby was sleeping, it was in a whisper.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 253

On Saturday I went to a screenwriting workshop given by Peter Fox. It was pretty basic, but it’s always important to be reminded that when I’m writing a screenplay, I need to 'write in pictures' not words. Since I go back and forth between novels and screenplays, I sometimes slip into prose mode rather than the blueprint mode that’s needed for scripts. 
The cool part was that the workshop organizers invited me to have lunch with Peter and several other folks involved with making movies in South Carolina. I felt like one of the cool kids! And I got to eat with a Hollywood star! After his stint in Army Wives, Terry Serpico moved to Charleston, while continuing to act in movies and TV shows like Purge: Election Year, Michael Clayton, The Inspectors, and the upcoming Star Trek: Discovery. That’s him standing next to me – he was super nice! 
Terry Serpico
I’m now working on a short script to apply for the film grant again – maybe I should write a part just for Terry! 
And now for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales word:

15 Minute Tweet Tales

lemniscate - the infinity symbol; a variety of quartic functions producing similar figure-of-eight closed curves. 
5/9 - When I get off bus, I notice a lemniscate in driver's pupil. Then see it in my barista's eye. Then my cubemate's. Afraid to look in mirror.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 252

I spent a few days last week with my sister celebrating her birthday. The whole family gathered, which meant all five big dogs together, so it was a bit crowded. There was one doggie kerfuffle, but fortunately we were able to break it up quickly. After a year of visits, they’re all better together now, but sometimes they have to remind each other who’s boss. But here they are all peacefully hanging out. They’re so cute!
Five Pups
And now for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales word: 
15 Minute Tweet Taleslalochezia - the use of swearing to relieve stress or pain; emotional release from uttering indecent or filthy words.
5/2 - Tim stumbles to bathroom in the dark. A Lego lies in wait. It strikes. Lalochezia ensues, waking parents. Gets mouth washed with soap.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 251

15 Minute Tweet TalesUh oh, it’s been another long chunk of time since my last blog post. It’s been a pretty crazy month and a half, but I’m going to catch up.
I mentioned in my previous post that I made it to the final round of a grant, and the final application was a DOOZIE! So many questions and a ginormous budget spreadsheet that had to be estimated and filled out. It took forever to do, and I have all my fingers crossed that I win. 
Also, after I got my feedback on my first chapter of my middle grade novel for #PitchMadness, I knew I needed to revise the whole thing. And since I got three agent requests (whoo hoo!), I had to do it QUICKLY. As soon as I got it done, I started querying other agents, which involves much research and can be an emotionally draining slog. I have all my toes crossed that this is the novel that lands me an agent.
And there were some other things going on too – social media stuff I’d promised to do for Reading Partners and keeping on top of Adventures in YA Publishing interviews, so I basically turned into a whirling dervish living on coffee and chocolate. And I kept extra crazy hours, staying up for 36-hour stretches, crashing for a few hours, and then getting up to do it all over again. 
It was one of those weird times where I was super tired but creatively on fire. It’s pretty cool when that happens. Although, yes, I know it’s terrible on a physical level. 
Fortunately, things have finally calmed down. I even slept for 17 hours straight one night/day. It was awesome. 
And now I’ll catch up on 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
epithalamium - a poem or song to celebrate a wedding.
3/15 - He stands to read his epithalamium to the happy couple. Starts to cry instead. He's loved her since they were kids and can't let her go. 
ferrule - ring of metal around a slender shaft to strengthen it or prevent splitting, like the band holding a pencil eraser.
3/21 - When he gets locked in the school overnight, he tries to MacGyver a lock pick out of pencil ferrules. He's still there in the morning. 
f-hole - either of two f-shaped holes in the body of a violin, cello, or similar stringed instrument.
3/28 - When she packs up her father's violin, a roach crawls out of an f-hole. Perfect symbolism for the evil heart that produced haunting music.
fillip - a snap or light blow made by pressing a fingertip against the thumb and suddenly releasing it, aka snapping.
4/4 - His method of leadership was to fillip his fingers at people. His fed-up employees picked out music that matched the beat to mock him. 
gambrinous - drunk; full of beer. 
4/11 - She knew she could only confront him if she was gambrinous, but once the liquid courage took effect, she no longer remembered his crime.
griffonage - careless handwriting;  a crude or illegible scrawl. 
4/18 - Marrying a doctor was a mistake. He got home, found a Dear John letter, and burned her clothes. The griffonage was actually a To Do list. 
jiffy - 1/100th of a second; a very short time; moment. 
4/25 - When he told her he'd be there in a jiffy, his boss sighed. Imprecise language annoyed her. She had no idea The Flash worked for her. 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 250

For most of the past three weeks I have been out of town, with intermittent internet access for a chunk of that time, so I’ve skipped a few posts. That means today’s post is going to be a whopper since of course I have to chat about all the cool things that happened since the last post.
During the first five days of the hiatus, I attended the Beaufort International Film Festival with my brother. Our short film Saying Goodbye was part of the festival five years ago, and our short High Heels & Hoodoo was a selection four years ago, and we just adore this festival. The entire town of Beaufort embraces the festival and makes the filmmakers feel like treasured guests.
It felt like the entire population of Beaufort attended the opening ceremony. Local restaurants had food samples, and I embarrassed myself by getting three cups of the she-crab soup (so yummy!). In fact, that was a theme for my entire Beaufort trip – eating waaaaay too much super delicious food. We chatted with people we’d met at previous festivals, met new folks, and got our picture taken against the fancy BIFF backdrop.
Brian and Jocelyn at BIFF opening ceremony
The films started screening on Thursday, and the first one we watched was an excellent student film called Rocket. I’m expecting big things from the director, who just happens to be a women. In fact, women kicked butt at this festival. I was thrilled to discover many of my favorites were written and/or directed by women when the credits rolled.
Thursday evening was the screenplay readings, which was exciting for me because I was a screenplay judge this year. Yep, I judged screenplays!! It required a lot of reading, but it was a huge honor to help select the screenplays that shined. A group of actors read five pages from the top seven finalists, and it was fun to see them in action.
Screenplay readings at BIFF
There were a lot more films (and food!) on Friday, and then on Saturday I attended a bunch of workshops while Brian watched more movies. I learned tons of cool stuff and met several folks working on projects I can’t wait to learn more about.
Sunday evening was the award ceremony, which was another memorable moment for the Rish sibs because Brian and I got to present the award for best short film. I’ve always thought it would fun to do the “and the winner is…” thing, and I GOT TO DO IT!! Brian and I came up with what we hoped was an entertaining schtick to do during our presentation. Here’s the video of our big moment if you’re interested.

2017 Beaufort International Film Festival - Best Short from Beaufort Film Society on Vimeo.

It was yet another amazing BIFF, and huge thanks to Ron, Rebecca, and all the volunteers who made this such a fantastic event. Here are pics of some of the fun folks we hang out with every year at BIFF: the amazing festival directors Ron and Rebecca Tucker; fab fimmakes Uyen Le and VW Scheich; talented actor Gary Weeks and his lovely mother Sara; Brad Jayne, who not only helped us with both our films, but was given the Behind the Scenes Award at BIFF because he rocks.
After BIFF was over, Brian left me in Beaufort for my critique group’s (the Sisukas) writing retreat. One of the women has a family house on the water in Beaufort, and it’s an amazing place to get together to write, critique, rest, laugh, and eat.
Beaufort house
We brainstormed a bunch of projects, wrote a lot of words, and, oh yeah, ate a lot of food. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I think I gained at least five pounds the past few weeks.
After five more days in Beaufort, it was finally time to return home. But I had barely unpacked before it was time to take off again. Turns out I made the final round for a grant I applied for. And so did my brother! Dun dun duhn! We’ll be competing against each other! But in the meantime, there was a workshop in Columbia about how to apply for the final round of the grant. There is a huge, massively scary budget spreadsheet involved and lots of questions that require tons of research, so this workshop was to help the finalists get started on the right foot. Things seem less scary now, but there’s still a lot of work to be done. Wish me luck!
Continuing the good news trend, I found out on Sunday that I got picked for a #PitchMadness team – Team Gumdrop Mountain. The odds were pretty insane, so I’m thrilled to be part of it. Now I’ll be working with the fabulous team hosts Heather Cashman and Nikki Roberti to polish my pitch and first chapter so it can be presented to agents next week. Eeeek!! Wish me more luck!
Whew, okay, I think that about covers the last three whirlwind weeks, so now it’s time to catch up on some 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
contrail - visible trail of streaks of condensed water vapor or ice crystals forming in the wake of an aircraft.
2/21 - She leans back on her elbows, watching the contrails drift in the wind, but jumps up when she realizes they're reforming into her name.
diastema - a gap or space between two teeth.
2/28 - He thought her diastema made her adorkable. Until they had dinner. He lost all desire to kiss he with spinach nesting between her teeth.
drupelet - one of the small drupe-like subdivisions which compose the outer layer of certain fruits such as raspberries or blackberries AKA the bumps on rasperies. 
3/7 - She picks a raspberry, then notices the drupelets are iridescent colors: pinks, reds, blues, purples. The taste of magic awaits her lips.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 249

Since I posted a few weeks ago about all the books my awesome friends donated to Reading Partners, two friends have sent me even more books, pushing the grand total from 95 to 136!! It makes me happy cry. And happy dance. And happy squeal. It just basically makes me happy. Thank you, Anne and Sandra, for your generosity!
More Books
And if you want to donate, click here for the Amazon Wish List.
 And now for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
columella - fleshy external end of the nasal septum; bottom part of nose that separates the nostrils.
2/14 - She gets a columella piercing to impress bad boy at school, but the fact that she knows actual name of it means he'll never be interested.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 248

15 Minute Tweet TalesWere you happy or sad about the outcome of the Super Bowl this weekend? As usual, I was only watching for the commercials. Although by the end I was screaming for the Falcons to hold their lead, so I guess I wanted to see the Patriots lose more than I realized. It did make for an exciting game there at the end though!
And now for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales word:
brassard - a decorative cloth band, often braided or tasseled, worn around theupper arm, as by military personnel to signify a particular group,regiment, etc.
2/7 - From the brassard clutched in her fingers, he knows murderer is in his regiment. Then learns his is missing. Who'd gain by framing him?
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

SOME KIND OF MAGIC release + Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 247

I was in Pitch Wars 2014 with Mary Ann Marlowe, and let me tell you, she's hilarious. I haven't had the pleasure of reading her debut novel SOME KIND OF MAGIC yet, but I've heard from others in our group that have, and apparently it is hot, hot, HOT! So I can't wait to get my grabby hands on my very own copy. 

SOME KIND OF MAGIC releases today, so check out the teaser excerpt, and be sure to enter the giveaway below.

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Publisher: Kensington Publication Date: January 31, 2017

"An amazing first novel." —Sydney Landon, New York Times bestselling author In this sparkling debut novel, Mary Ann Marlowe introduces a hapless scientist who's swept off her feet by a rock star—but is it love or just a chemical reaction?... Biochemist Eden Sinclair has no idea that the scent she spritzed on herself before leaving the lab is designed to enhance pheromones. Or that the cute, grungy-looking guy she meets at a gig that evening is Adam Copeland. As in the Adam Copeland, international rock god and object of lust for a million women. Make that a million and one. By the time she learns the truth, she's already spent the (amazing, incredible) night in his bed. Suddenly Eden, who's more accustomed to being set up on disastrous dates by her mom, is going out with a gorgeous celebrity who loves how down-to-earth and honest she is. But for once, Eden isn't being honest. She can't bear to reveal that this overpowering attraction could be nothing more than seduction by science. And theonly way to know how Adam truly feels is to ditch the perfume—and risk being ditched in turn. Smart, witty, and sexy, Some Kind of Magic is an irresistibly engaging look at modern relationships why we fall, how we connect, and the courage it takes to trust in something as mysterious and unpredictable as love.

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I scanned the rest of the room. I wasn't surprised to see he had a turntable. Micah had been buying vinyl for years. An entertainment unit held a wide-screen TV and a stack of DVDs. I walked over to check out his movie collection. A Netflix envelope sat on top, and I read the address. The name rang a bell.

“Adam Copeland?”

Then I remembered. Stacy and Kelly had crushed on a rock singer with the same name for a few weeks last summer, another impossibly hot guy with red hair. No, wait, that was a different band. I could never keep their celebrity crushes straight.

My eyes went wide. What if this was that same guy? They would die. He was a musician, after all. A wave of nausea crested as I took in my surroundings. The guy certainly had money.

Adam glanced up from a stack of records and caught me staring at him. “What?”

“Your name is Adam Copeland?” My mind raced. The apartment was his parents’, so the money was probably his parents’, too. If he was a rock star, wouldn’t he have some lavish penthouse overlooking Central Park?

He went back to flipping through albums, nonplussed. “Oh, yeah.”

I narrowed my eyes. If I asked him straight up, he’d think I was crazy, so I casually sauntered over to the side of his bed and leaned back, facing him. I picked at the hem of my shirt, and then, as though I was teasing, I tested the waters. “So, does everyone ask you if you’re any relation to that guy from that band?”

“Huh?” He pulled out a Van Morrison album and then dropped it back down, still on the search for whatever he was looking for.

Then it hit me. “Oh, God. I’m sorry. It must be an incredibly common name.”

He froze in place like a deer caught in the headlights, like he had no idea what I was talking about.

This was embarrassing. Awkwardly, I fumbled for an explanation, rambling. “You know that band? They have a song that gets played about a million times an hour.” On the spot, I couldn’t even remember the band’s name. I scraped my brain, tapping my fingers on the bed post. It came to me out of nowhere. “Walking Disaster!”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Riiiight.” He settled on an album and slid the vinyl record from the sleeve.

I hoped I hadn’t offended him somehow. Maybe it was an irritating comparison. If someone famous had my name, I’d find it annoying.

What was I thinking? As if some famous musician would just hang out at a club and buy me beers. And flirt. He’d definitely been flirting with me. Guys within my limited reach rarely bought me beers and flirted. How much chance would I have with a freaking rock star? I laughed at myself for losing my head temporarily.

Unfazed, Adam dropped an album onto the turntable. I smiled as a dead sexy Arctic Monkeys song started. “I love this song!”

He sidled up next to me and bumped me with his shoulder. “So you like that band, Walking Disaster?”

Was this a litmus-test question? Like asking someone if they like Nickelback? What if he had a checklist, too? What if he only liked girls who listened to the “right” music and immediately disdained girls who listened to whatever he found uncool? And why did I suddenly care what kind of girls he might like?

I shrugged, reaching for a safe nonchalant answer. “I don’t normally listen to them unless they come on the radio. I don’t intentionally listen to much current rock music, except for Micah’s. But my coworkers gush about that band. They tried to drag me out to see them just recently.”

“But you didn’t want to go?”

“No, I would’ve gone. But it was at the Meadowlands, and it was a weeknight. I had to get up early the next day.”

“To make perfume, right?” He leaned closer and breathed in. “What’s the name of this one?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Mmm. You should call it ‘Irresistible.’ It smells nice.” He lifted my hand and laid a kiss against my wrist. My brain told me I should leave. I barely knew him.

But I didn’t want to leave. Adam’s lips felt so good against my skin. His dark eyes sought mine, looking for permission, maybe. The naked desire etched on his face sent a tingle through me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, but he held back, so I bent toward him. He kissed me soft, and I tasted the hint of Jamaican spiced rum.

He broke away and drew back, so close but too far away. His eyes pierced mine, and his breathing hitched, but he hesitated. I felt tethered there, unable to move back, wanting to move forward. I reached up to touch the stubble on his cheek, then that cord on his neck I’d wanted to touch earlier. Without another thought, I twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled him back to me.

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Some Kind of Magic is Mary Ann Marlowe's first novel. When not writing, she works by day as a computer programmer/DBA. She spent ten years as a university-level French professor, and her resume includes stints as an au pair in Calais, a hotel intern in Paris, a German tutor, a college radio disc jockey, and a webmaster for several online musician fandoms, plus she has a second-degree black belt. She has lived in twelve states and three countries and loves to travel. She now lives in central Virginia where she is hard at work on her second novel. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.maryannmarlowe.com, Facebook, and Twitter.


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15 Minute Tweet TalesAnd now it's time for this week's 15 Minute Tweet Tales word, which is very appropriate given Mary Ann's book.

redamancy - the act of loving in return.

1/31 - Anger spiked when she saw choas in the kitchen, but when husband handed her a sloppy thinking-of-you cake, redamancy overwhelmed her.

Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?