This week has been slow for reading, hoping to catch up over the weekend. I’ve been reading Roni Loren‘s Loving on the Edge Series and I just cracked open Melt Into You. I read Crash Into You the day it came out. STEAMY read, but also a well developed story line, two things I love about erotic fiction. Melt Into You goes into the story of Evan and Jace and how they got together. Of course I had to full stop, put everything down on Tuesday because John Grisham’s new book The Racketeer was released and I of course have to read every Grisham the second it comes out! I’m still reading, just under halfway through, but it’s pretty good. I feel, though, like his books are dancing on the edge of repeating. His last book reminded me a lot of King of Torts and this book is reminiscent of The Associate. *shrug* It’s still good and I am still reading it and you know what they say… there are no original ideas. This weekend I plan to finish The Racketeer and probably dig into another Lynwood Barclay but I don’t know which one yet. Should be fun!
Today’s warm-up is late but at least it’s coming. I was determined to blog today so I’m blogging. I stole today’s warm-up question from the Nanowrimo blog instead of our usual Monday warm-up. To answer both questions simply, I am Dom and I write fiction. I’ve written fanfiction, literary fiction, I suppose what people would call Chick lit, and erotic fiction. Very amateur erotic fiction, lol. I just call it plain old fiction. I have been writing since I was young, making up stories since I was old enough to hold a pen. I would write them in notebooks and a friend would illustrate them. I remember doing this as far back as eight years old. I remember writing skits and short plays for my brothers and cousins and I to perform my family would come to visit. When I was in high school I won awards and even a scholarship for my writing. However when I got to college, textbooks took over fiction novels and papers and essays to took over poems and long and short stories. I didn’t write for a long time, let’s say about 10 or 15 years, until I saw some people making up stories about one of my favorite music groups. At first I thought it was weird. And then I thought it was easy. And if I wanted to start writing again, maybe I could do what they were doing and get in some practice. That was in 2009 and about 10 or 15 pretty good fanfiction stories later I have graduated to regular, non-creepy fiction. (Some of my friends are going to laugh at that.) A few of my stories are novel length and if I had the patience and the will I could edit them into some very bad first novels. I haven’t completely retired from fanfiction, but at this point I think I am ready to write a full-fledged standard novel. Well, I thought I was. I’ve been struggling to get past chapter 5 since […]
I started this blog earlier today but it imploded, and rather than throw the machine across the room, I gave myself a few minutes to settle down so here I am trying it again. 1. Challenges- the 30Write Now challenge is a bit of a bust. I have MAYBE 5 entries for October. I see the prompt, get nothing, don’t worry myself about it and move on with my day.Then my uncle passed away and I spent almost a week in a funk of driving everyone everywhere and I live a good HOUR from everyone else. My dad demands so much of my time when he is here. We have developed a really funny, mutually annoying relationship. It’s nice to be almost 40 and talk to my father like an adult and not a child, afraid of saying the wrong thing. We had some great conversations… and if I were a personal blogger, it would be cool to get it all out on paper. Since I’m not, they’ll just keep rolling around in my head until they come out in a character or something. Cause believe me, I exorcise my demons through fiction. ANYWHOOZLE. I’m not giving up, but the challenge is just not top of mind right now. 2.What IS top of mind is blogging and writing. I tried, a week or so ago to get back to my M/W/F/Sun schedule of blogging and didn’t do so hot. This week I am setting reminders, because I forget about all my lofty goals until it’s been 3 weeks since I said I was going to do that thing. So… hopefully October (I just typed July…what?) won’t end as crappy as it started. 3. I have been digging reading again. I can tell it’s autumn because I don’t think about all the cool places I can go. I am starting to hibernate and devour books again. This weekend I decided to set aside some time to just READ. And I did. I finished […]
Today should have been a random day like a lot of other days in my life. I do the same things all the time, every day of the week, day in and day out. Wake up, wake up the kid, get us fed, dressed, out the door. He goes to school, I go to work. After work I pick him up from my mom’s and we head home. Today though, I needed to run an errand and I was dreading it. I should have done it before I picked up Ray, but it was homework night and I didn’t want to be out too late. I tucked him into the car, securely fastened in his booster seat. He babbled away about his day, telling me all the fun things he did in class and what he learned, down to what toys he played with and who he played them with. I half listened, trying to find a good time to interrupt. When he stopped to take a breath, I went for it. “Hey, Ray? Buddy? I need to talk to you about something. It’s important.” I glanced up at the rear view mirror to find his almond shaped brown eyes fixed on the reflection of mine. I smiled, wide enough that he could see it in my eyes. “Hey guy. So, I have to make a stop on the way home, alright?” “What kind of stop, mama?” “Well, it’s kind of an important stop. You know your cousin, Jill? Her birthday is Saturday and we need to get her a present.” “Are we going the toy store?” I saw his eyes light up and my heart sank. I should have waited to complete this mission, but I had to work late every night this week. It was tonight or never and we couldn’t show up to her birthday party in four days without a present, however small. “Well, yeah. We’re gonna go by the little toy store. But honey, I want you to […]
Note: There was no 30WriteNow post yesterday. Today’s will be coming sometime before midnight and if I can make up yesterday’s I will. I’m trying to get back into regular posting. Fingers crossed, man. Here’s the Monday Morning Warm-Up (as always courtesy Jo Knowles): MMWU: What’s the most helpful tool you use in revision or in creating first drafts? So, I have to admit that I don’t use a lot of ‘tools’. I know they’re available, but I just haven’t got into the habit of using them. I have an account at Evernote, that I’ve made a few notes in, but I wouldn’t say I depend on it to write. I’ve tried Scrivener as well but found that I don’t really organize my thoughts in chapters and beats likes that. It sat empty until I deleted the program. I write linearly. I don’t write scenes as they come to me, though if I think of something that needs to happen later on, I write it down so I can remember it when I come to it. My process may not be the best (considering I have yet to finish my novel), but trying to change what I do to match what everyone else does isn’t something that works for me. For me, a first draft is a rough outline and just WRITING. Spewing words, using the wrong words, the wrong tenses, all the “justs” and “ands” I go back and delete later. It’s not stopping to look up the name of that restaurant in LA you heard about that serves awesome vodka gimlets… it’s placing markers for sex scenes [insert sex HERE] and moving on to just be DONE. Writing is editing, I hear all the time. Anyone can write. Really. the beauty is in the editing, the rewriting, the adding and deleting and polishing and coaxing the story. The time for me to use fancy tools, if I were to use them, is after I have a draft done, or nearly finished. […]
Today’s prompt is Sin. Something popped into my mind right away, but I’m on a time constraint today so I didn’t get to develop it as far as I would have liked. However, I’m not going to stress myself out about a daily writing exercise. If I get more, I’ll edit it. If not, I’ll let it stand and move on. This is most certainly getting easier! * Ugly as sin. I don’t know why this is a saying. It doesn’t make any sense. If sin was ugly, no one would want it. It wouldn’t be tempting or fun or appealing. Sin isn’t ugly. It’s gorgeous, beautiful, alluring. It beckons sweetly. It asks nicely. Sin is syrupy, sugary sweet and warm and welcoming. How else is it going to trap you in its arms and never let you go? Sin is me. I don’t mean that I’m sinful. Or that I’ve sinned. Nothing to confess here. I mean… I am Sin. Sinn, actually. It’s my stage name. I named myself after something most people avoid, so as not to get into trouble. I most certainly am trouble. And that’s exactly why they seek me out. By day, I am honest and gentle and studious and kind. I open doors for strangers. I let elderly men and women have my seat on the bus. If someone has a question, I like to be the one to answer it. I write my grandmother every Sunday and call my mother every Tuesday and mentor middle school girls every Saturday afternoon. I am every bit of good and light that a person could imagine to be in one human being. I have to be. Because by night, it’s an entirely different story. At night, my innocent pony tail becomes a long, shiny mane of seduction. The gentle curve of my sweet day time face is slashed with a brush of crimson. My lashes are long and curl at the tip, enabling them to bat at unsuspecting patrons. […]
Okay, writey people and anyone who is still possibly following this blog. I’m gonna give a month of writing a try again. I’m doing the #30WriteNow challenge and pushing myself to write this month. I joined in late and still haven’t made a post everyday, but I’m making it. I started posting my entries on tumblr but starting today they’ll be cross posted. There’s a daily prompt, given by @NicoleBlades, in case you need a jumping off point. Today’s prompt is SIN and I kind of have something swirling. It’s been nice to get things moving again. Maybe I will be ready to hip my WIP again for NaNoWriMo? I know, I know, don’t get ahead of myself. Off to read and then to write.
Testing this tumblr cross post thingy. IGNORE.
My reality crashes down around me. My fear roars to life. A self fulfilling prophecy… well, self fulfills.