Margo's Corner
What I've Been Up To
Hello, I am Margo one of the Writers' Guild Presidents. I am currently working on a novel. The working title of my book is To The Land of Faye.
March 23 2012
I've been working hard on my book lately and I decided it was time to update this page. Alex Monroe is finished and I have started a new project. It is about gypsies and majick. Needless to say I am thrilled to be writing again.
I've been working hard on my book lately and I decided it was time to update this page. Alex Monroe is finished and I have started a new project. It is about gypsies and majick. Needless to say I am thrilled to be writing again.
April 2 2012
Here is a sample of what I've been working on.
Here is a sample of what I've been working on.
To The Land Of Faye
Chapter 2: All Wet
Chella awoke to a high-pitched squeal.
She snapped open her eyes just in time to see Raven diving under the covers as
Mathew, saturated with water and dripping, stormed into the tent.
“Where is she?”
“She, Who?”‘
“Raven, that little rat-demon dumped cold water on me while I was napping.”
“Oh, you mean this little rat-demon?” Chella pulled back the covers to reveal a giggling Raven.
Mathew grabbed her by the arm and hauled her out side.
“Traitor!” Raven yelled at Chella between bouts of semi-maniacal laughter. Chella rose and followed them out of the tent.
The sun was climbing high towards the western mountains. Mathew bent down and threw Raven over his shoulder she kicked and screamed. Mathew led Chella past a group of gypsies playing a game involving a round disc and much laughing, past another group practicing a song on their fiddles, and further past the boarders of the camp to a smallish lake.
“Let’s see how you like getting all wet.”
“Chavaia! Chavaia! Come on, Ezrieal told me to do it! I said STOP!”
Raven screamed ever louder as Mathew neared the lake. When he was at the edge he hurled her into the water.
“Brr.. That’s not fair. Brr… You’re stronger than me.” Raven shivered when she surfaced. She swam further out into the lake
“It’s not fair that you’re sneakier!”
“You snore so loud I was doing everyone a service.”
“Well you needed a bath anyroad. Poor Chella had to sleep all night next to your stink.”
“I bathe more than you do, dung beetle!”
Mathew dove in after Raven splashing Chella with a copious amount of lake water.
“Where is she?”
“She, Who?”‘
“Raven, that little rat-demon dumped cold water on me while I was napping.”
“Oh, you mean this little rat-demon?” Chella pulled back the covers to reveal a giggling Raven.
Mathew grabbed her by the arm and hauled her out side.
“Traitor!” Raven yelled at Chella between bouts of semi-maniacal laughter. Chella rose and followed them out of the tent.
The sun was climbing high towards the western mountains. Mathew bent down and threw Raven over his shoulder she kicked and screamed. Mathew led Chella past a group of gypsies playing a game involving a round disc and much laughing, past another group practicing a song on their fiddles, and further past the boarders of the camp to a smallish lake.
“Let’s see how you like getting all wet.”
“Chavaia! Chavaia! Come on, Ezrieal told me to do it! I said STOP!”
Raven screamed ever louder as Mathew neared the lake. When he was at the edge he hurled her into the water.
“Brr.. That’s not fair. Brr… You’re stronger than me.” Raven shivered when she surfaced. She swam further out into the lake
“It’s not fair that you’re sneakier!”
“You snore so loud I was doing everyone a service.”
“Well you needed a bath anyroad. Poor Chella had to sleep all night next to your stink.”
“I bathe more than you do, dung beetle!”
Mathew dove in after Raven splashing Chella with a copious amount of lake water.
April 13 2012
Recently I read a few short stories. I mean really short. It is a creative medium created by Ernest Hemingway on a bet (LINK). I was impressed. Of course I gave it a shot. So here it is:
Recently I read a few short stories. I mean really short. It is a creative medium created by Ernest Hemingway on a bet (LINK). I was impressed. Of course I gave it a shot. So here it is:
In the end all that remains of the planet: a jar of peanut butter and a bumper sticker that read “Live and let Live”.
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