Monday, November 24, 2014

COMING OUT OF THE DAARRRRRK...

... I FINALLY SEE THE LIGHT NOW..

... and it's called the end of NaNoWriMo. That's right, folks, despite November's best efforts, I am in fact, still alive and kicking though, anyone who tells you that writing 50,000 words in 30 days isn't soul sucking is a damned liar. But, if nothing else, it's been a learning experience. I've learned that I have the focus of a cocker-spaniel on methamphetamines. I've learned that I work well with a deadline. (sort of) I've learned that I write incredibly long sex scenes, (yay?) and I've learned that 50,000 words isn't going to touch completion for this book. Sig, you mouthy bastard, you. But, I'm pleased with myself. Even though this is my first NaNo and I have 6 days left to complete the challenge, I also have 43,000 words written. Disjointed and overly descriptive but, written. Now to finish it, edit it and get it to you lovely people who have so patiently put up with my mindless Facebook snark and lack of actual product. I'll write you all into my will.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Cage Match

My characters are fighting over who I should work on now that exhaustion has given way to a sort of euphoric delirium in which I can create. Although I have committed to writing Sig's story for NaNoWriMo. Araxas and Anu are not pleased with this. I'm going to lock them all in mental room and throw oil on them. If nothing else, I'll be entertained.

Onto today's episode of  'Is this something I need to think about?' Street teams. Do they help? How do you find them? Why are there no words that rhyme with 'orange'. I almost typed 'orgy' instead. That could be fun, too, but, I digress and return to my original topic. Do you have a street team and does it gain you circulation for your novel? I ask because I see them everywhere on Facebook. I also see a whole lot of authors marketing to other authors and I really don't know if that does any good at all. Admittedly, I'm a one-click addict. I see your promotions and new releases. And yes, I've downloaded them. I'm here in the shadows reading your stuff. (insert maniacal cackle) So, I guess what I'm saying is the marketing works on me but, is it working for you? That is, before I suck more friends into the forced servitude of my own street team. You know, for when I get this damned thing written. It's like a ninja training program really, only with books.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

I'm About to Rock ALL up on NaNoWriMo

Why, you ask? I'm so glad you want to know. I'll tell you. By my latest count, I have plot bunnies in my head for 6 books. 3 of them already begun and all of them but one the initial books in what I hope will evolve into series. None of which count my hope to gather stories from other writers for a horror short story anthology. Life has been too much lately and I hate that part, when the day to day interferes with the creativity but c'est la vie, right? I did manage to complete 5 book covers and a trailer for The Holler. (As a hopeful indie, I do all my own graphics and such. I simply can't afford to pay someone. Oh, well.) It was a learning experience but, I'm pleased with the results. As far as writing, I'm still chipping away at The Holler. A sentence here.. a paragraph there but, damn it, it's progress when I haven't been able to concentrate for playing Taxi mom. At any rate, I'm pouncing on the concept of NaNoWriMo and hoping it will be the kickstart I need to get these stories to the light of day before the voices in my head stage a mutiny. Happy writing, everyone.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Day One..

And by some miracle, I hit my word goal. Anu was cooperative once I gave him no opportunity to bolt on me. He might not appreciate it but, he's much easier to work with when I have him leashed.

An excerpt, just to prove that I really am making progress:

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Sevda looked worriedly at the door and back to the other djinn, who was still strapping an entire arsenal of blades and charms to his chest. 'All these centuries and this woman.. this human... this is what you're going to risk losing your head over?  I don't think this is such a great idea, Anu. Even if you are bound to her.'

'She's the only one who's ever been worth anything and if they've hurt her..' Anu couldn't finish the thought. Not out loud but it carried on in his twin hearts, the agony pulsing with their beats. 'Bound or not, I won't leave her to be their pet and I'm not letting her die alone.' He wasn't letting her die at all, if he could help it. 'You know, that's always been your problem, Sev,' he said without looking up, tightening the blade holster on his thigh.

'What? My overabundance of logic and steadfast persistence in keeping my head attached to my neck?' Her arms crossed over her chest as her worry manifested in an aura of jeweled fire surrounding her.

Anu smirked darkly, his eyes blazing sapphire as his own powers swarmed, encasing him in pluming flames. 'No. Thinking.'

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

This is a test. This is only a test.

Sort of. It's a two-fold post. One, to make sure my feed is posting links to my Facebook page and two, I'm giving myself a goal for completing the two novels I've started. I'm going to lock myself out of social media until I've made my daily word count. This is it. Impossible? Maybe. Insane? Definitely. But I eat pressure for breakfast. You know.. after I've had my coffee. New Year's Eve, brace yourself. Sig and Anu are coming.


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

I know what you're going to say..

..I should stop playing around online and get to work. And you're right. As soon as I settle in to the back to school schedule and catch up all the requisite appointments. I do try to write on the go with my iPad but, environmental factors are putting the kibosh on that. What factors? Up until 2 days ago, the heat index was well into the 100's here and it kept tripping the heat sensor on my iphone and ipad. Bastard. But, I'm going. Sig and Anu are impatient. Old story ideas are rearing their ugly heads again. And new ones are clawing to be seen. On that note, Sig.. Anu.. meet Araxas. You boys play nice until I get around to all of you.


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Oh, Sig...

.. You giant pain in the ass. I hear you, you big baby. I'm working on it. But, if you think it's easy sorting through the myriad superstitions and plethora of jumbled native tribes in the holler, you are an idiot. Now shut your flapping trap so I can get back to work. *grumbles*

Friday, August 22, 2014

Sometimes...

...I wake up, cashing in my bad luck...


Just kidding. But sometimes I do wake up unimaginably annoyed with myself. Actually, this time I went to bed that way and woke up no different. I haven't touched my own writing in forever and I was sitting on my sofa last night, minding my own business when a plot bunny in ninja guise leapt over the back of the couch and attacked me. It was unprovoked, I was unarmed and unaware of anyone who would do such a horrific thing as send a ninja plot bunny to terrorize me in my own home but, they did it nonetheless and now I'm living with this...thing.. In my head. My head is already crowded which leads me to this conclusion. I should stop writing ridiculous blog posts and try to get back to work, shouldn't I? Because plot bunnies are too like real bunnies; if left to their own devices, they reproduce.. Rapidly. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Dabbling in the Dark

My more macabre nature took hold tonight and I found myself inspired by the two sentence horror format. I wonder if there's a precedent for a writer who creates both romance and horror?
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 I watched her slipping further away through the shimmering chill of the frigid water, her fingers still reaching for mine. A grim satisfaction filled my mind, until I remembered which of us was sinking.

 I was relieved beyond comprehension when the pain stopped, my mind blissfully quiet for those precious seconds. Until the voices came back to haunt me and I had to start cutting her again.

My children watched silently, their eyes unblinking pits of onyx hellfire as they sorted through the fresh entrails they'd spilled from their mother's corpse. I've never been so proud.

 It was horrible to look at, dark and misshapen, hideous and appalling, reaching for me as I pressed my hand out to touch the thing.. to prove to myself that no such creature could exist. Hesitant fingers trembled toward it's own deformed digits but, instead of withered skin, my fingertips met with a pane of freshly polished mirror.

I hid my loneliness in endless hours watching mindless comedies, my solitary laughter hiding my pain. Until a rough chuckle echoed back to me from down the hall.

Running my hand over the smooth leather binding of the book, my thumb followed its oiled cover and turned the volume to examine its spine with a coveting eye. It was a prize for my collection, bound in human skin and I was thrilled with my purchase, until I recognized my wife's tattoo on the book's spine.

They danced and circled around me, those spirits, taunting me with their cries of torment and agony. My cries rose with theirs, wishing that they would end my suffering and let me join them.

I didn't know which upset me more. That his body was missing or that I couldn't remember where I'd put him.

I laid in bed, listening to the scratching coming from the floorboards beneath me and wondering if I had the courage to look below and prove it was all in my head. As my fingers swept under the bed frame, there was a moment of shock and disbelief as the hand snaked my wrist and dragged me in, a hoarse whisper assuring me that the brave suffer the worst.

Monday, April 14, 2014

That Horrible Moment:

...when you haven't touched one voice's story in ages and another voice pops up wanting you to get your ass in gear. Everyone, meet Anu:


Anu and I are going to go have a little talk about his attitude now. Sig has some choice words for him. If you'll excuse us.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The Muse Lives - Clip from The Holler

Sig stared at the woman, his muscles drawn tight... an animal ready to spring on prey. His thoughts were a graphic tangle of images, vivid flashes of all the things he would do to her if he got her alone, all the ways he would taste those curves.. 'Hey! I said what's your name, boy?' Tank was getting antsy with the little eye fuck the indian and the sheriff had going on. Cass shook her head, trying to clear the weight of the man's eyes on her, like he was sizing her up to eat and right then, that wasn't an entirely unpleasant thought. Sig never dropped his stare but, swiped a tongue slowly over his lower lip and growled out an answer to the deputy. "Sig."
"Sig? Like the gun?" Tank asked warily.
"Ayuh."
"Guns kill people."
"Only ones who need killin'."