City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Nine: New Life for Emily)

Chapter Nine: New Life for Emily:

I am tired of being the good girl. The more I think about, the more I realize that I am really that boring. But, I don’t want to do anything too extreme. I’m not really that brave to try anything like that. I looked at myself in the mirror. I’ve always had a baby face. Round cheeks, small nose,  brown freckles, and a big forehead. I looked cute.

Too cute.

I don’t have to look sexy. I just want to look… more mature. I knew I was taking a gamble with this. I picked up the phone and made the call. More

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Five Things You Don’t Know About Izzie Peterson

There are many characters in the City Lounge series. Quite a few have something interesting traits and stories to tell. Let us meet one of them today. Here are five things you don’t know about Izzie Peterson. I will try my best not to give away anything that hasn’t been written yet.

  1. She kind of isn’t really on good terms with some of her family due to her sexuality and her polyamorous lifestyle. Same goes with most of the people in her life.
  2. Izzie has three ex-girlfriends and two ex-boyfriends.
  3. Izzie is the only bi and polyamorous character in the only City Lounge project.
  4. She has never cheated on any of her lovers. Izzie will be upfront about who she’s attracted to with whoever she’s dating.
  5. Izzie has been writing since she was fourteen.

I might do more fun facts for the City Lounge characters in the future, until then…

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City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Eight: Lace and Speeding)

Chapter Eight: Lace and Speeding:

We didn’t leave the Watergate until about close to two in the morning. I leaned on Sebastian, smiling.

“Take me home with you,” I said. He smiled as he patted me on the head.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked.

“Yes!” I shouted. I broke into laughter like a drunk person. Funny thing was I didn’t have that much alcohol to drink. I leaned up and tried to kiss him. Sebastian gently pushed me back.

“Alright,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll take you home with me.”

“Yay!” I shouted with my hands in the air. I couldn’t stop laughing as I twirled about in his arms. Sebastian stopped and turned my to face him. More

City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Seven: Queen of the Club)

Chapter Seven: Queen of the Club

“How many times have you done this?” I asked Sebastian as we walked through the entrance.

“I think about four times now,” he said.

“Four times?!” I asked.

“Daniel is a good guy,” my love said. “He helped me through college.” I raised my eyebrow.

“How?” I asked.

“It’s a long story,” Sebastian brushed off as he led me further into the club. I could hear the music pounding from the hallway. When we got inside, it looked like an actual concert was taking place. So many people danced around us. A mix of rock and trip-hop blasted through the air. I’ve never been a fan of trip-hop to begin with. I like calmer things like soft rock and a little classical. More

City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Six: High-Class Party)

Chapter Six: High-Class Party:

Sometimes, I like things with high-class. Sebastian doesn’t fail to deliver either. He leaned down to my ear as I wished that I could disappear into the sand after that game.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night,” he whispered. I glanced up at him, wide-eyed.

“What?” I mouthed.

“Em!” I heard Stephanie shout. “Your turn!”

“Huh? Oh,” I said. I sat up and looked around. I finally settled on Meg. I turned in Sebastian’s arms.

“How many men have you slept with?” I asked. I don’t know why I asked that. It just slipped out. Maybe it was the alcohol. Meg broke into a huge smile like a drunk clown. More

City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Five: Beach Games)

Chapter Five: Beach Games:

Stephanie finished her beer.

“Let’s play a game,” she said. We all looked at her.

“What kind of game?” Garth asked. My friend smirked.

“A game of truths,” she said.

“Oooo!” her troupe said. I looked around at all of the people around the grill. What were they, twelve?

“How do we play?” I asked. My friend winked.

“It’s really easy,” she said. “Someone asks a question to another person and they have to answer it. If they lie, the rest of the group has to take a drink.” I raised my eyebrow. More

City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Four: Night on the Beach)

Chapter Four: Night on the Beach:

I used to go to the beach when I was a kid. My parents had friends out near the coast of California. We would go up and visit them during the summer. I would play in the water and splash around. Dad and I would always run from the waves when the tide came in. Those beach trips stopped when my parents and I moved further east to take care of grandpa. Then, school came along and ate up my life. Come to think of it, the fun stopped when I moved east. This might be my chance to get it back in Berlin. More

The Search is Still Going

I decided to take my search in a different way. I already know that developmental editing will not be cheap. I decided to try and see what the reasonable price would be for a developmental editor. I asked around at all of the writing communities that I am part of. I have seen some good tips. Some are saying that publishing houses have editors in them. They commented that Steel Prison isn’t long enough to be a novel. (Hence why I am going to a developmental editor in the first place.) They all agree that it’s really expensive. A couple of them offer some sites to check out for future reference. I bookmarked them and I will go back read them.

I need to go back to looking for an agent again. I’m trying hard to curve my laziness. It’s working, but it needs to go faster. I will keep working at it. What do you think? Do you have any ideas for a reasonable price for a developmental editor? Leaves your comments in the comment section of this post. While you’re at it…

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Moving to New Stage in the Game

I have decided to go a more traditional route with my publishing. I have been self-publishing with ebooks. But, now I want to go the traditional way of publishing with Steel Prison. I’ve had people edit it many times, including my mom. I sent it through Nano in 2009. The current of the manuscript count is 48,827 words and 109 pages long. I feel that it could be a bit longer. What I am looking for is a professional developmental editor. I have started my search and made a list comparing prices and their selling comments. In the past, I have used beta readers. But since this is going the traditional way, I decided to step it up and go professional. So far, I contacted an editor I follow on Google+, five editors on Linkin, and one of the writers from a writer chatroom that I frequent gave me a link to a bunch of editors. I haven’t checked the website yet, but I will do it tomorrow. I know that professional editing is not cheap and I don’t have that kind of money at the moment. So, I will make comparisons and come down to the most reasonable price that I can try and scrape together.

I also want to look for a literary agent as well. Ideally, I want to find one before Christmas. I have a website to start my search. I will start to look on Independence Day. Wish me luck, everyone. While I look for an editor and an agent, you can…

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City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Three: Hot German Nights)

Chapter Three: Hot German Nights:

I’m not as boring as Stephanie make me out to be now that I think about it. Sebastian sees to that himself. I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my face into my pillow. That man can do things that even a nun can’t say no to. Last night was a hot example of how his charm draws you in.

He invited me out to a jazz club. I had to follow him out just to see where this night was headed.

“Some friends are playing in Berlin tonight,” he said over the phone. “Would you like to come out and see them?” I just had to say yes. He laughed at me squeaking on my end of the line. More

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