Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award!

I was given my first blogger award this week (The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award) by the beautiful, talented and beloved Anita Grace Howard!

There are requirements for accepting the award. The most important one is that it must be passed on to others. The other rules are listed below the list of award winners I've chosen.

Thank you, Anita. *drooling* over strawberries!

Bequeathed to:

L.A. Sherman
Robbi Bryant
Catherine Mesick

And along with the strawberry goodness comes these original rules:

The original rules:

1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you.
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to 5 deserving blogging buddies.
4. Contact those buddies to congratulate them


My new rules...

Replace #2 above with one sentence that best describes who you are.

Must give the award to at least 6 people instead of 5.

1. I was nominated by Anita Grace Howard!


I want to be called a storyteller.

I need to learn how to swim.

My kids are angels to everyone else, but little imps to me.

Don't really care for sports.

I really need to get a kindle.

Writing was always a hobby of mines.

I count the spouse as an extra kid in the house.

3. My list is above.

4. Everyone contacted.

Congratulations to all of the winners! More awards coming real soon! I am going to be honest, I don't like to visit any of your blogs, because it makes me feel like an amateur. Okay I said it, I am jealous of you all!

Monday, May 16, 2011

Raina: Hearts Intertwined (Sample)

As everyone expected from my cover, yes I am releasing a vampire novel expected to be released this Summer. I've decided to post a sample from the book. If you like it then hit the like button. Sorry at this time I can't locate the dislike button. Hope you enjoy.

Sample from Raina: Hearts Intertwined By Rene Nightingale

Raina Sanchez
[Journal Entry]

      There I was just staring up at the sky, and suddenly the warm blood trickling down my legs distracted me. I reached down slowly and touched above my knees. The blood was bright red, warm, wet, and sticky. Touching it gave me mixed feelings. I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time. The familiar pain I felt in my stomach signified it was that time of the month again. Sometimes it would last 3 to 7 days, but lately its been lasting two whole weeks. This was a monthly ritual that I never got used to having. Feelings of self-hatred and loathing came upon me again and I kneeled over in agonizing pain, accepting it. Some of my so-called days, I felt beautiful and alive but today was not one of them. It was a bad day and I felt ugly; I felt I was a monster and I was getting what monsters like me deserved. Painfully I screamed out at the top of the lungs, “Please God take the pain away!” Before I uttered the last word, tears started falling from my eyes. There I was, an unattractive, unwanted, unclean woman lying in a puddle of blood. If that was part of living than I truly had nothing to live for.

      My pain was unimaginable. Every month the pain I experienced was more than just physical pain. The pain I felt was more emotional and spiritual. I felt like pulling my hair out from its roots. Anything I could think of to get my mind off the pain was a welcome distraction. With one hand, I quickly released my hair from its braid, allowing it to fall to the ground soaking in the pool of blood along with the rest of me. I gripped a handful of hair with one hand ready to start pulling it out to escape my hell for a brief moment. I screamed aloud, “No!” I told myself I refused to lose my mind at a time like this. I sat back and let my legs dangle over the mountain’s edge. I could see the forest below me. If I were to jump, it would probably be a 500-foot drop. Such a drop would be enough to kill any normal human being. Today was the day I would end this thing I called my life. No longer would I have to feel this way ever again.

      I saw the Sun start to rise in the distance. Its light slowly moved across the forest floor below me. I thought about it and now it was the time to just jump. I stood up slowly and looked around the darkness that would soon fade away after my next step over the edge. It would be so easy if an angel would just come, take me away from this place, and end my suffering. The light of the sun slowly climbed up the mountain towards me.

      I gained enough courage to take the step which would decide my fate. My entire body moved and I accepted the consequences of my action. My step was not forward but backwards. I reached down and picked up the body of my prey that still was alive. The wolf’s blood still dripped into the puddle it made earlier. I turned and entered my cave seconds before the sun light could reach me.
      As the wolf lay whimpering in the corner of the cave, its eyes were filled with sadness and tears. So much blood went to waste outside of the cave and I still had the hunger upon me. The darkness surrounded me, and all I could focus on was the wolf’s heartbeat and its fear, which was calling out to me. This was another day that I had found the willpower to continue existing in this world. It is too bad that the wolf’s life would end that day. My fangs slowly started to descend from my upper jaw and my mind went blank. The beast’s fear and despair in its eyes dragged me into a state of ecstasy. With my fangs now fully erect, I bit down on the wolf’s neck as hard as I could. I heard the snapping sound of bones breaking within my mouth. I continued to drink from its sweet nectar until its beating heart stopped or the nectar no longer flowed, whatever came first. I didn't remember.

© Rene Nightingale 2011

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mother's Day and Alone Time

Believe it or not, I like to spend as much time as I can alone.  When I look at myself I don't see an antisocial person, but I see a person who definitely knows the importance of alone time.  One would think such talk would come from a loner.  Don't get the wrong idea bout me!  I enjoy spending time with family and friends just like the next person.  But I am my own best friend.  It been a few years since my mother went on to another place.  I smile every time I think about how much she loved me.  When I was sick she never left my bedside.  She always pressured me to do the right things regardless of what she did herself.  She was a great listener and always gave me the right advice.  Even though most or sad when their parents move on, I am not.  I am happy for the short time I had with her, and I am thankful she has left to join with the Lord.  I will see her again so I am not sad at all.   Happy Mother's Day all!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Doubts On Writing

Today started off as a great day, but as the day went by things changed.  I have to sit down and evaluate my life.  What do I want from writing?  I don't care about fame or money, hell I don't even care if I never get published.  What I do care about is telling a story to a person willing to listen.  Stories can go on forever and that is what I want.  When I am dead and buried, I would find truly happiness knowing my stories put a smile on someone's face.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Born Free - Random Poetry

By R. Nightingale

I was born free,
no master or chains to hold me.
Silence falls upon my ears,
such freedom why the tears?

A desire to fill my emptiness,
loneliness is my temptress.
If I had one wish,
it would be to feel death's kiss.

Full of pride, still dead inside,
I question if I were still alive.
Already I have truly died,
without the Lord at my side.

I give my freedom away freely,
for the Lord will dwell with me.
Gladly I wear my chains,
for the joy my master brings.

Sitting waiting to hear his call,
my tears no longer fall.
Truly a master and a friend,
from the beginning to the end.