Sunday 17 July 2011

Nothing Special

So it’s been a while since I have put in a post and well... I thought maybe it was time for something more.
  Anyway, how are you all doing?
  Me? Cold. Really, we ran out of wood, couldn’t get any from anyone and so the house froze out, and even though we have it, now, all the crap is wet, and do you know how hard it is to light wet wood, and then the house itself has to heat up. Anyway, you don’t care at all, do you? It’s like 7˚ (see cold) and it’s overcast, wet, raining, just crappy, really. But hey, apparently there’s a heat wave rolling round the world, fingers cross we get it, since we haven’t had a decent summer in years.
  But on the up note, like really up note, I’m going to go see Harry Potter part two. So excited. It’s the last one, and I’m going to see it. Supper siked. Really bouncing on the walls and all that, can’t sleep, that’s how excited I am.
  So, I haven’t really done all that much in my books. A page or two on my YA book, so nothing really, and I’m pissed at myself for it. Really I’m up to the part that I’ve been wishing to get to.  And every time I put my fingers on the keys, I only get a line or two, and that’s nothing, I need to write it.
  I have re-stared book, and that’s added a new character who fit into it so nicely that I can’t believe he wasn’t there before, and as given me the love in book three. So I re-wrote about four pages in that, as well as a lot of pasting, and cutting, and fixing. So it’s not gone any further but its better and the flow, the characters it’s much better. Much more realistic—at least to me, since I know the characters and enough of their history to start it all up, and the way it ass before... yeah, it just wasn’t working.
  The novella for this has another page or two of text. And today, since I have been up really, I have been writing the last part of book 3 in my teen-hunt series, I had a great view of it, like a waking dream of how it ended and so I did, and am still doing that. Hopefully by tonight I’ll have the whole end half done, and then it’s all about getting from where I finished in the start and where I’ve ended it, and hoping it’s got all the pages I want it to have.
  Oh and I’m working on my short story, it was meant to be done in one day but I’m arguing with myself whether I want the monthly short stories I’m writing to be a series of them, all in the same light, the same people, or if I just want to write and see what happens. And it’s harder than you think to write a short story when you’re so use to trying to write long ones.
  Anyway, I have actually been writing, and waiting for both Sept to come (lots of book I want coming out then) and tomorrow for Harry Potter.
  Till next time, I’ll be on this end, you’ll be on yours.
  Oh, and thanks Jeff for becoming a member of me. really appreciate it. you have no idea but it means a lot, so thanks, thanks, thanks

an unfactly fact


Apparently Sherrilyn Kenyon was right when she answered the question: ‘what advice would you give someone who wants to write a romance novel?’ she said, ‘don’t”. Yeah she laughed and told them some real advice, but that one word stuck in my mind—but apparently I didn’t listen.
  And she was so right. It’s a lot harder to write a romance novel than anyone gives credit for. I’m trying to and I believe I will get there, I think....(always) that I have a good story line, great characters, and I can write a page or two of steamy se, but it’s so hard to know what’s needed in it. Should it only be a thought? Should this be said out loud? When is it okay for them to be mussy?—but that’s more a characters move than anything else. But it’s a difficult job, especially if you put it in context with writing—let’s say a YA novel (since I’m trying to write both) I can write up to four pages in a YA book in the same time I write one in a adults romance. Hell, I have a book that I have been working on since the beginning, I’ve already wrote about 50pp if not more and that’s only the beginning, and the only reason I haven’t finished it is because I needed something for it that it just didn’t have and while I was thinking other stories came and had to be on paper.
  But that’s beside the point, and why did I even feel the need to explain myself—hell I suck. Anyway the point is that it’s an adults book, there’s a sex scene there, done, as easy as that, hell the whole book is just that easy, but I... again, don’t need to explain.
  It’s the whole romance novel thing that makes it hard, the having to put in love, sex, passion, want, need and a question that dives you mad until you forgot it’s even there. then you have to (at least paranormal ones) the story line, which has to be interesting, intriguing, get’s you sitting on the edge of your seat until the end, and that’s if you’re making it a onetime story, making a trilogy out of one story line makes you than have to figure out where things need saying, it what book, at what time, in what realm. And the magic—shit, the magic.
  But that’s what I’m struggling with, or at least the crap that I have to keep in mind the whole time.
  Not that any of this shit is really what I’m writing about. My point, if I really have one, is that you should really admire anyone out there that writes romance novels of any type—though I think more the real ones since they don’t get to play with monsters, and so you have to stick with reality. Not that I can say for sure I have never really read one, not my cup of tea, I like monsters with my sex. But maybe I should, call it research or some shit. But I unless someone has any they wouldn’t mind me borrowing, than it’s never going to happen.
  Anyway, that’s all folks. Keep dreaming and the rest will follow.

Oh, and yeah, since it’s something I’ve done since the first post, I should do it know. It’s overcast outside my window, and though it seems bright out there, the house needs lights on so you can really see anything. The temp out there is 8˚C and you can really tell. Inside I’m snugly warm, the kids are wrestling, and I’m sure one will cry hurt in a... yep, there it goes.
  Only four more days to go, day five there back at school. Yeah!! And yeah, that’s all, I think, back to making myself write a book, though I haven’t decided which one, but it’s swing more towards ‘Body of Darkness’ my adults novel I’m doing know. And things are—at the moment—running smoothly, if a little slow for what I wish, but then that’s why I wrote this.
  Tootles.