Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Invasion of the Bloggy Snatchers!

Oh no! Head for the hills . . .

They're ba-ack.


The most cute and creative Rebecca Thompson has whipped up something fun and oh so irresistible! (Please go visit the other entries!) I find myself rubbing my hands together, a wicked grin on my face as I do my mad scientist laugh!

That one turns out to be the best mad scientist laugh I could find. ;)

The rules are (and I quote):


  1. Write a scene where you go to visit one of your blogger friends or they come to visit you. (kind of like Mia's post linked above) Maybe it's a holiday or on a really busy day or you just drop in and they're in the middle of something important like a bank heist or something.
  2. Write a scene where a bunch of blogger friends get together to hang out or for an event or to be interviewed on Oprah or something. Sarah Jayne Smythe did something kind of like this for her beach blogfest and it was really funny.
  3. Take a scene from a WIP and have some blogger friends invade it. Have them flirt with your characters or kill someone or interrupt everything or throw glitter around.
  4. Write a scene not related to a WIP where blogger friends invade it and screw up the plot. Or make it progress.
  5. Write a therapy session featuring some of your blogger friends. hehehe

I've decided to feature Rock Star (my YA contemporary novel) at an intense scene. Here, Moggie is furious with a band member (Mirah) for dumping a bucket of beer on him while he was messing around with a few groupies on the floor of her suite at a hotel after their last showing of the tour.

"Mirah!" he howled over his stinging punches. The wood cracked. "Open this door, now!" Her muffled laughter boiled him. When blood itched his arms, he used his elbows. Lightning darts twanged his nerves. He swore. If only he had his boots--the balls of his feet just as useless. Who cared how stupid he looked in his clinging boxers. Or how his hair plastered his neck. Or how fierce he got in his frenzied rage.

A pretty girl poked her head from around the bend. Her dark hair flowing like black silk. Moggie gazed at her, but his anger won.

“I swear, I’m going to get you,”—he kicked and pummeled the door—“once I bust this open!” He had to get in and didn’t care how. He staggered off, in frantic search of something sharp.

"Moggie?" The dark-haired girl said, her voice like music in a sweet dream.

He stopped in his tracks and whirled around, his face confused. "You are not a groupie or a lovee."

"My name is Rachna. Why are you so mad?"

Moggie rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I've had enough of that thing in there." He jabbed his finger toward the closed door.

"Surely she didn't mean what she's done."

The rock star tensed, not caring to empathize with Mirah one bit. "I'm looking for--," but his sentence dropped when he saw it. There! Beside the useless fireplace, was his promising weapon.

He dashed away, rammed into giggling groupies who streaked after Block, and swore. “Outta my way!” A slithery grin then split his face. Two pokers . . . even better. They were heavy and cold and deadly.

Click. Click. Click!!!

Brilliant flashes blinded him.

"What the--!" Moggie dropped the pokers and rubbed his eyes.

A soft giggle tickled the noisy air. A pretty girl held a camera in her dainty hands.

"Whatcha doin here?" he roared, marching toward her.

"Well," she tossed her hair from her eyes and smiled bright, "I invited myself." She punched her hand out toward him to shake his. "My name is Tessa Conte, as in con-tay."

"Whatever," Moggie snapped. He pushed passed her, hefting the pokers.

"Hey!" she protested.

How he loved the feel of the weapons. Invincible. Euphoric. Powerful. A quivering rush flooded his muscles. He hurried to Mirah’s door and wedged a bar into the jamb. And pried. The gold molding ripped with a splintered crack. His laughter boomed—a horrible and wild sound. He strained until the fury gave way with a loud groan.

"Me-ow!" The sharp cry startled him. He whirled around. A black and white cat curled around his ankles. He lifted his foot, ready to punt the thing across the room.

"Oh, I dare you to do that," a honeyed voice rose from behind.

Moggie closed his eyes and breathed in sharp, stilling his nerves. All he wanted to do was get in there and show Mirah a thing or two. "Or what, lady?" he shouted.

"Charlie, leave the old hippie alone, darling."

"Hippie? Look lady," he charged toward her, the pokers in hand not frightening her.

"My name is Old Kitty."

Moggie roared and stomped and writhed. A tantrum of a toddler. "What's with you people? I didn't invite anyone else but my groupies and lovees here."

Old Kitty sniffed. "Come, dear Charlie. We do not need this abuse from a spoiled American."

His fitful dance halted with those words, fire in his gaze.

But the sound of the door creaking open snared his attention. Forgetting the lady and her cat, he twisted around. He admired the havoc he reeked upon the door with his bars. The handle sagged like a worthless eyeball from its hole.

Then he remembered his beer soaking clothes and hair. Heat coiled up his throat and exploded with a shout, his foot through the door. It bounced off the wall, stopped with his bar, and shattered in half. He twirled the pokers like handguns in the Old West. High on the murky loft perched Mirah. His temples throbbed. He stomped forward, blinded by ripples of anger.

“What the . . . ? I said get out!”

“No, Mirah—you get out. I’m tired of you. You’re outta the band; I don’t want you no more!”

"Uh, excuse me?" a strong booming voice cut through his patience.

"What!" Moggie shrieked, spittle spraying the man's bearded face.

"That wasn't right." The man blinked one eye and gazed at the ceiling, his fingers in his whiskers with thought.

"What?" the rock star felt his hands trembling, his knuckles aching as he gripped the pokers.

"No," his chuckle grated Moggie's last nerve. "No, it isn't what, but how. It is how you said it. It isn't right. It isn't proper to say, 'I don't want you no more.' You say it like this," the man's eyes sparkled as he straightened his already erect back. "'I don't want you any more.' On top of that," the man reached through the computer screen and ripped the manuscript from Elizabeth Mueller, "the author has too many incomplete sentences, short sentences, I actually got lost in the words she used."

He smiled, shaking the manuscript under Moggie's incredulous face. "Sorry, I can't help it, my hands itch every time I come across something that needs to be edited. Look, you can even see the hives forming."

"Who the %$#&*@ are you?" Moggie felt fire lick his face, his eye twitch, spine shiver.

"Andrew, my dear fellow, Andrew's the name." He smiled, turned around and faded off the stage. A skip in his gait.

There you go! LOL. I had so much fun writing that. I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to read the other fun entries!

Thank you, Rebecca, for hosting this fun Fest! ;)

PS--I don't know how other bloggie friends put a "continue reading" link so that the post looks short. So I cheated and did it a weird different way. Click here if you'd like to read the original version!


  1. I didn't have the courage (and in truth, the time) to take part in this one but your post is amusing. Made me laugh inside cause stepdad is sitting near me and would notice if I laughed out loud. Great job with the blogfest entry.

  2. I haven't heard of the blog fest but it looked like a fun one. I love how you included many bloggers. Way to go!


  3. Hi,

    This was hilarious! Great read.

  4. Yay!!! Yay!!!!! Charlie got to be in your scene!!!! How wonderful - thank you so much!!!! Awwwww!!! Bad, bad, bad Moggie!! We are so with Mirah!! And great that Andrew told him a thing or two on how to say things!! LOL!!!

    And wonderful to see Tessa Cone (that's Cont-ay) and Rachna too.

    What a fun scene to read - I really really really enjoyed this. Charlie is over the moon!

    Take care

  5. oh, Okay, I get it now! Thanks for sharing!

  6. Elizabeth, I have awarded you the Versatile Blogger Award for having a blog that is as creative and fun as it is informative. Your blog is a blast. Check out my blog for more details about the award.

  7. Fun. I can't wait to read the entries.

  8. Hahaha! it almost makes me feel bad for Moggie! ALMOST :)

    fun scene!!

  9. Dawn, lol, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this piece! :D (I so know what you mean about the time thing...ugh)

    Clarissa, thank you! It was way fun writing this! :)

    Jennifer! I'm so happy you loved it! I couldn't resist but put Charlie in there, he's such a cutie!!! :D

    Tamara, you're welcome! :)

    Cathy, you're such a sweetie. I'm so happy that you like my blog. Thank you for the award!! I'll hurry off to read you details! *hugs*

    Jolene, thank you!

    Amalia, LOL! Moggie is a stinker, isn't he??? ;) Thank you! :D

  10. Hahahah! I love Andrew has to correct. Hehehe. So FUN!


  11. I wasn't going to say anything about the terrible grammar and sentence structure...then I find out that I already did!

    Great job, and funny! You can snatch me any time!

  12. Hi Ali! Thank you!!! I'm so happy to see you. I hope you and your lovely family are doing great. <3

    Mia, so like him, isn't it? ;) Thanks for dropping by.

    Andrew, sure sure--you restrained yourself from saying anything about it, hu? lol. Okay, I'll keep that in mind! :D Thanks for stopping! XD

  13. Haha... This was fun :) I totally forgot I had signed up. I'll have to whip something up today or Sunday. We shall see...

    Oh! I loved how he was trying to have an intense scene and everyone was interupting him. High-larious.

  14. YAY! You got me and my camera, too! *giggles and waves*

    Sorry it took me so long to comment I've been off on a business trip (and no internet, if you can believe it...scandalous, no?).

    Love your entry!!!!



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