Back-of-the-Book Blurb Friday #8

        It's time to stretch. No pain, no gain--as Jane Fonda used to say. Except with this kind of stretching, you'll still have the same cellulite in your rump that you had when you sat down.

         Here are the particulars:

• Use the photo (from Morguefile) of the bride and groom as the front cover of a book. (Bryan Hanson took this great pic.)
• You decide what kind of book it is. A murder mystery. A fluffy offering of chick lit. The possibilities are endless. 
• You come up with a title and a blurb--the blurb is the bait that will appear on the back cover.
• Your blurb should be 150 words or less (not including the title).
• You can jazz up the photo any way you'd like. You can put a title on it. You can also include fake reviews. 
• Post your blurb on your blog, and then link it to this post via Mr. Linky. If you have the time and the inclination, you can also check out the other blurbs, to see what direction they headed in...
• If you enjoy doing this, go to Lisa Ricard Claro's site and thank her. She was the one who started this exercise. Now, she's too busy building a 6.3 million dollar mansion off the 3-novel book deal she signed. (What cush life she now leads. She jets over to Maine and eats lunch with Stephen King once a week, and she's even hired someone to peel grapes for her... I am sooo jealous.)

   

         Here's my blurb for this book:

           Cyrus loved Debra... even when she went 'round-the-bend berserk.

           But when their wedding was only a month away, Debra went full-blown bridezilla. Outlandish decisions. Insane instances. And the craziness culminated on the day they said their vows.

            At the reception, a long, winding trail waited for the chocolate fountain. Debra was the star of the ceremony, and since she wanted to lap up some sweetness right then, she was going to get it. She knocked guests over and headed to the front of the line.

            And Cyrus was always a gentleman. His lady's enemies were his.

            The police were called. The bride and groom were arrested—and found guilty of assault.

            Will Debra get a chocolate fountain smuggled into prison, shoved up someone's rear end? Will Cyrus fall in love with a burly man named Bubba?

             Or will Cyrus and Debra's love survive their sentences of 3-5 years? (146 words)




         Below is the photo for next week. Give yourself some time to come up with an idea and above all, have fun with it.

A Big Birthday

        I'm talkin' 'bout Radar's birthday, not mine. When you're older than dirt, like I am, there are no milestones to celebrate. But Radar... Radar is going to be two on Thursday.

          Certainly, I didn't think we'd be able to keep him. Radar was a digger. Deep holes. Unevenly spaced out. And lots of 'em--all over our backyard. If you let him stay out for five minutes, he'd have time to pee and time to dig 7 new holes.

           But now he's a great dog. And every day, he's teaching me something things like:

• Be optimistic. Radar races to the back fence, sure that this time, he's going to get a squirrel. (He never does.)
• Soak in the whole experience and savor it. When Radar goes for a car ride, he has his head stuck out of the window and he's sniffing away.
• Be happy with what you have. Radar eats the same food, twice a day and every day. He doesn't complain. Wouldn't it be a more pleasant world if we were like that?

        And above all, if there is some pine tar to tramp around in, or a deer carcass to roll around on, do it. After all, you only live once.

        What have you learned from your dog or cat? A dog hair-covered mind wants to know...