Anita Mann

Anita Mann
My baby Brandon

********WRITER'S CONTEST******

Hello All,
To jump start my blog, I'm holding a Writer's Contest for fiction writer's. The winner of the this contest will get a gift card to Barnes & Nobles for $50.00, and the fulfillment of knowing you're a great writer!

Rules are as follow:
1. Must be 1000 words or less. (any entries exceeding 1000 words will not be considered.)
2. Must be a member of blog. One entry per person. (I think I might notice if you're not a member.)
3. Entries must be email to (No attactments, any emails with attachments will be deleted.)
4. You must tell at least 5 people about my blog. (Honor system that you will do it.)
5. All entries must be submitted by Feb 28, 2010.
6. Must have at least 15 entries total or contest will be postpone.
7. Rules are subject to change.
8. Give me a great story to read.

****I will pick 5 stories to post after Feb 28, 2010. Members will vote for the one they love!!*****

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I added this piece in my book because my husband says I do this.

“Honey, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you this, but I don’t really like going grocery shopping with you for this exact reason.” He gently removed the list from my hand. “We don’t have time for you to thumb through the basket putting things back, and picking it up again. You cruise around the grocery for hours,” he said, waving his hand in the air. “I’m not walking around aimlessly, looking up and down every single isle.”

“I don’t do any of that,” I shrieked.

I glared at him as he tossed turkeys in the basket without looking at the weight.

“You don’t go to the grocery store with a list. You make it all up as you walk down each isle.” He laughed to himself.

“I’m happy you shared all of this with me. You can finish without me.” I turned on my heels, leaving him with his underweight turkeys.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

You can post comments and questions about the contest here.

Let's have some fun!!!


“We all are confused and feel lost. Darkness is falling all around us,” she said, waving her hand up to the dark sky. “Strong winds are blowing with waves of doubt for us all. Don’t you give up,” she said, pointing at me. “I want you to hold on and be strong. We’ve been made to endure for the night, but joy is coming in the morning light. I can see morning breaking through the night. Our breakthrough is on the way.”

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

This is a new piece from my book. David and Nicole at the zoo!

“Giraffes are so unusual-looking,” I said, as we watch the tall creatures munching on the leaves of the surrounding trees. “And they’re so graceful, too; they’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, standing behind me. I know he was close, I could feel his breath on my neck. I have the feeling he wants me to turn around, and face him. I turn around looking into those wonderful eyes. I saw everything I would ever want from this life, and the next life. He leans down pressing his cheek against mine, the skin burning where we were connected, and he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t think of you as a best friend, Nicole,” he said softly. “You mean a lot more to me than that.”

I was so thrilled that I couldn’t speak. My heart was beating so loudly and so fast I was sure he could hear it. I felt his lips on my ears again.

“Is this considered kissing your ears?” he asked softly.

“You could’ve accidently grazed it,” retorted in small voice. I forgot we were in a public place, I didn’t care.

“I don’t accidently graze,” he murmurs.

His cheek slowly slid back, and his chin tilted to the side so that his mouth covered mine. I held my breath, thinking this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

Suddenly, we were attack by twenty or so kids running up to the fence for the giraffes. We both jump out of our dazed dream.

Our lips never touch!

I turn throwing an angry glare at the screaming kids. Where are your parents? I’ve been waiting for years for this moment.

He starts laughing looking around at all the kids. Of course he would find humor in it!

Writing Status...

It's hard to believe, but I'm done with this book. I have edits and polishing to finish, which is a lot.
My biggest problem happened about two months ago. I live in Atlanta Ga. One day when I wasn't home. We had a bad thunderstrom. I did a great job leaving my labtop plugged in the outlet.
Too make a long story short, all my ports was fired!!!! I couldn't print, get on the internet, or fax. My book was sitting in my labtop. After I dried my tears, I carried my baby to Best Buy. They told me if I paid $400.00, they would have to manuel take the computer apart and remove my hard drive. I would still have to buy a new computer. I told them I would buy a new computer and retype the book on my new laptop myself, saving $400.00 for their repairs. I'm a fast typist. It should take me about two weeks to retype over 300 pages, so I thought.

It's been two months and I only manage to retype half my book on the new laptop, so far. Maybe if I would stop adding and changing things from the old book/old computer, as I type into the new computer, I could finish faster.

My other problem is, I'm spending a lot of time on the internet.

I only have two more weeks of medical leave from my job(I had surgery). My plan was to be done and sending out my query to agents by the time I return to work. I think I can do it. I will keep you posted.

Compare the changes....

If you take a look at the post on Dec 8, you will see a few changes.
My friend at Writers Digest had a few suggestion that I agree with.

This is my completed edit for the French talk.....I hope!

“Wow, Liz wasn’t kidding about you hating French,” says David.
I whip around looking into the eyes that stole my heart.
“What did Liz tell you?” I ask, hoping I won’t have to hurt Liz, because of her big mouth.
He shrugs shoulders. “She told me you hate French. Is there something about French she wasn’t supposed to tell me?” He picks up the book off the floor, leaning in very close to place it in my locker.
“Abusing the book won’t improve your grade,” he said with serious eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with my grade,” I told a little white lie. I start fumbling with my notebook, so he can’t see my face. He would know I was lying.
“Why are you lying to me?” he asked in a soft voice.
I close my locker. “My grade maybe a little low, but I can handle it.” I start walking down the hall real fast. I love everything about him, but he’s an insane tutor. He constantly harasses you until he drives you crazy! He does it all in a calm and polite manner, that drives me crazy! I vowed last year I would never let him tutor me again.
He catches me by the arm to slow me down. He didn’t release my arm.
“Last year I tutored you in calculus.” He does a slow grin. “Let me try to remember all the names you called me.” He gently pushes me against the wall. He steps up to me so close; I can feel every breath from him. “You called me insane or mad?”
“I called you both,” I said barely above a whisper, staring in his eyes. I truly love those eyes.
He places a hand on the wall next to my head. He leans into my ear whispering, “You said I was evil with politeness.” His breath hits my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel his lips on the tip of my ear. “Then you threw all the books on the floor,” he murmurs against my ear. My knees start going weak.
“Are you flunking French?” he whispers, gently grazing his lips against my cheek.
I turn my head giving him a sharp look.
“What are you two love birds whispering about?” Marty passes by us giving David’s shoulder a shove.
I knock David’s arm out the way.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I hiss to Marty.
What is that look he’s giving me…..hurt or annoyed?
“Don’t play stupid with me…..I’m better at it,” Marty retorts.