Never give up.
You can do anything.
Never give up.
You can do anything.
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To give of one’s self; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived – This is to have succeeded. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
It’s gotta work or it’s gotta work!
What’s the worse thing to happen? You can fail. So what? Try again.
Run your own race. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
“She was out there crying over you, so I’d say so, you fucking potato.”
Series: A Brave the Elements Short Story
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: Kindle Anthology March 15th.
Editor: Robin Pope Cain
Cover Artist: Anthology Tiffany Fier
Holly Frost has a problem. She can’t make it snow in Innocent, Minnesota. As a descendent of Jack Frost, she should be natural, but something is very wrong. She needs help so she goes to Sheriff Andy Finn.
Andy Finn is a grouchy, not-yet hibernating bear shifter. All he wants is for the snow to fly so he can get some sleep, but it’s forty degrees in December. When Holly Frost approaches him for help, he sets aside his dislike of the Frost family and does his job by taking her to a powerful elemental.
Sheriff Andy Finn watched as trouble—AKA Holly Frost—made her way towards him. What did the woman want? Why did she look as if she had him in her sights? All he wanted was to manage this town of shifters and humans and make sure everyone got along. Having the fae parked in his backyard didn’t help, and he didn’t want to tangle with them any more than necessary.
Andy had a job to do, and he did not need the distraction of Holly. It was bad enough he was still awake. As a bear shifter, he needed to hibernate, but his clock was off until the weather dropped below thirty-two degrees. It was nowhere near freezing, not even a frost—unless he counted the Frost standing in front of him.
“Sheriff,” Holly sounded out of breath. “I need your help.”
About the Author:
Tina studied journalism at University and then went to work for a fortune 500 company working Logistics for over 20 years. She now writes full-time and helps her husband run his Crop Dusting business in the summer months. When she’s not writing she likes to travel, read and spend time with her farm critters.
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Butt in chair, fingers on keyboard.
“I was the King’s daughter once, so many years ago that sometimes now it is hard to remember. Before the tide of time carried away so many things, so many people, it was worth something to be the daughter of a King. Our little island nation of Alcinia was not rich, except for tin mines honeycombing the south. It wasn’t even hospitable. Summer was a brief affair and fall was only a short time of muted colors on the northernmost coast where my father sat his throne at the ancient Keep of Landsfel. Winter was the killing time and spring was hardly better, with frosts that could last into Fifth-Month. But from the south, where men cut thatch in a pattern like the bones of fish, to the north where rock roses spilled down cliffs to the sea, it was my own. One thinks such things will never change, yet all things do.”
This too shall pass.
Write from your heart. Don’t overthink. Spew it all out on the page and then edit, edit, edit.
A bad first draft is better than a blank page.