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Excerpt from IF You Were My Man by Francis Ray 3/2/2010
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Regards, Urenna

Thank you.
That's not the way I write. It's stops the flow of the book to describe every little detail about the characters, atmosphere, and mood.


I admire your writing. I've written for a long time, but I am still learning how to "do the "write" thing in my writing (smile). My comments were meant to be constructive. In my latest excerpt from "But For Those Who Love, I was told that I am good with expository writing (probably because of an instructor I had), but received constructive criticism for not showing enough. So I am now more keen about reviewing others' writings, as well as my own concerning showing/telling. Writing is not easy, but it's exciting and wonderful, almost magical to be absorbed into storytelling. It is a wonderful gift that we have.
I hope you have time to join the 24-hour writing contest at writersweeky.com; the next contest is 4/24. So join ASAP!
Kindest regards,
Urenna
P.S. I just saw your email. Lately, I have been very lax with my emails.
“Welcome to Fontaine, gentlemen,” Nathalyia Fontaine greeted. “Is the food and the service to your satisfaction?”
“I have a problem,” Rafael said, waiting for her to face him. When she did, his pulse hammered, but nothing showed on his face. He wasn’t a cop for nothing.
“Yes?”
Standing, Rafael held out his hand. “My name’s Rafael Dunlap.” The contact was barely the touch of their palms. Still, Rafael felt his heart rate increase. He studied her exquisite face for a reaction, and was disappointed to see none. “Go out with me and we can discuss it.”
Not one luscious black lash moved. Rafael couldn’t recall a woman being totally unresponsive to him. He wasn’t sure he liked it.
“Please excuse me for a moment.” She walked to the hostess station. Rafael watched her every step. He admired the erect posture, the way the black material hugged her perfectly shaped hips. Without conceit, he told himself that he’d be doing the same before the week was over.
She returned with a menu and handed it to him. “As you will see, I’m not on the menu,” she replied sweetly. “Gentlemen. Please come again.”
She hadn’t taken two steps away before the men at his table burst out laughing.
Francis Ray