As I become more serious in my writing craft, there are things that I had been neglecting. Like this site. Well no more. I’m going to be posting more often and keeping things up to date, bear with me while I go through these growing pains. We’ve all been there.
At times I felt as though I was going at this alone, but have found a great group of local writers to ask questions and get the much needed kick in the pants to “just pick one”. More about that in a later post.
This whole year has been a bit trying at timesand today was no exception. While the day had started out great a little thing called the internet connection in my house stopped working. So I bundled everything in my tote and headed to the coffee shop.
Maybe now things will work in my favor.
Till next time everyone, have a great weekend. I keep checking back there will be more updates, I promise.
Sometimes I wonder how can a writer get bored. But for me its pretty easy. I have a terrible habit of moving from one project to another or if it seems there are too many things to do I just skip it all and clean. Yep clean my house, any excuse to get away from what I should be doing and that is writing.
I’ve been doing alot of deep down searching as to why I do this, fear being the biggest reason. The fear of yes finally selling a manuscript and becoming published. Fear of it only being a one time thing, goodness hope not. I want this to be my retirement carreer. Get myself established now while I’m still working so that when I do retire I still have a decent income. I don’t want to just be living on SSI since we all know that that is not “Living”, its just existing. Fear of not living up to my expectations as a writer. I think I write pretty well but then I’m biased. My Mom thinks I write pretty well too, but then she’s also biased. Fear that I’ll let down everyone I know, why this is I’m not sure since no one holds a vested interest in my writing except me.
One of the other conclusions I’ve reached, I think I just may be one of those adults with Attention Deficient Disorder. This would explain my not being able to stay on task like I should, like I want. I sit here and wonder how alot of writers can write so many books a year, anywhere from 3-15 or more and it all comes down to focus. Focus, something I realize I don’t have or I don’t have enough of. Oh sure some would say just sit and do it, but when you have ADD as well as other things, I also have Fibromyalgia and that presents whole nother problem, but the ADD figures in with the Fibro and tends to make Fibro Fog even worse.
Like for me right now typing this blog post is actually a test of patients for myself and it feels like a bit of torture as well. I want to get up and move and do anything but sit here and type but I’m forcing myself to do it. Its damn hard too. Restlessness can be one of the symptoms of Fibro as well, whether its restless leg syndrom or just can’t sit still and for me right at this moment that’s my problem. So today I made an appoointment with my Osteopathic Doctor for tomarrow for my yearly touch base, “this is how I’ve been”, appointment but I plan to also bring up this ADD thing, and see about maybe some meds for it. Then maybe I could get some writing projects finished. I have 4 projects going right now and I have several down on paper for doing in the futrue. I must say I am never lacking for ideas of stories, just the focus to sit and get them out on paper as it were.
Maybe some would say I need to add the H in ADD and make it ADHD but really I’m not hyperactive per se, just restless and in my mind those are two different things. I seem to remember teacher’s writing on my report cards the phrase, “lacks focus”, quite often. I guess this has maybe been an on going thing and just never really paid it any attention till now when I’m wanting to get projects done. So after tomorrow we’ll see how this plays out. I’m hoping to get a lot more focused in the future.
A group I’m in on fb did a bit of flash fiction this last friday. We had to pick a photo from 6 available and write a short story of only 150 words and this was mine. I will be doing more of these in the future. Enjoy.
Willow sat among the tangled blankets on the bed. The beam of moonlight piercing the darkness of her room. She wondered when he would come back to her. Why had he been gone so long. The creaking of her bedroom door caught her attention. She watched it open slowly, to reveal him to her. Her lover stood leaning against the jam, arms folded over his bare chest his long legs clad in leather pants. Long dark hair falling over part of his face, leaving most of it in shadow. He walked over and sat down next to her.
“Why so sad Willow?”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come back.” She whispered.
Putting his arm around her and pulling her close, he placed his hand against her heart.
“I will always be right here.” He tells her just as his lips touch hers.
Seems I do more musing then writing of late. True enough. I do tend to mull things over in my head for awhile, its one of my coping stradegies for solving tech issues or creative writing issues.
In the last two months I’ve been pretty busy. I’ve got two short stories in edits, a novella thats about a third of the way done, this was one of those technical creative writing issues I was having, just about got the whole thing worked out. Went on a research trip that was quite fun and adventurous. Have been getting my 2013 calendar set up with conventions I want to attend and writing courses to take, have two courses booked so far. Attending two conventions as well might add a third if the funds are there. Did alot more plotting on the trucking novel and have the opening scene just about finished, lets just say its a bit grusome…
I’ve also been purchasing alot of music of late, 3 Enigma albums, Sither, Five Finger Death Punch, and Rammstien. I like alot of different music, especially when I drive, since I drive a lot too and from work, the music helps to formulate ideas and make plans. Now if I just had the money for all of these plans. Well it is time for me to get back to work and get some projects wrapped up for the year.
So every year in November I take a trip to Illinois to see my Mom for a few days. Well over the years she has been my biggest fan and supporter of my writing, granted she’s never read a thing I’ve written she’s always encouraging me and helping me with research.
Well this November when I go for my visit we have a lot of research to do. Since my paranormal erotica romance is set along Interstate 80, we plan to make a few stops and take photos of the I80 and the interstate 180 interchange, its an off ramp to a very short stretch of interstate, only about 5 miles it was built 30+ years ago for a steel mill that was in the area. I think it was called JPL Steel, but don’t quote me its been a long time since I was in that area. This interchange has alot of wooded land and it makes the perfect spot for my first crime scene where our Heroine Gwen Davis(yes I changed her name) and Hero Drake Blackburn meet. The attraction these two feel on first meeting each other is instantaneous, which makes keeping things professional a bit of a challenge.
After our photo session there its off to a little known gun shop in Peru IL called, “Boomers and Blasters” Yes that is the name I plan to get photos of this shop as well. this is also where Gwen gets her “special” weapons. Then the two of us will journey out to Walcott IA. Now your thinking whats out there, well it is the home of the World’s Largest Truck Stop. There will be lots for us to see there and photograph.
Plus I’m also hoping to do a bit of target shooting myself, why should my Heroine have all the fun. I’m really hoping to be able to get my hands on “The Judge” by Tauras, that is one gun I really want to fire. One of those could do some nasty damage to a werewolf hybred serial killer…Till next time, I’m gonna be in my writing cave for awhile plotting this book as well as a few others.
“The Dark Places”
By Synn Tryst
She sits trying to write. Her emotions in a huge jumble, the vulnerability she feels from all the previous wrtings well up inside to a boiling point of frustration, anger, disappointment.
She feels exposed, her insides ripped open and the deep dark places of her heart are there for him to see… She feels as though she has striped herself bare, down to nothing. Its all there, out in the open, the dark pieces of her heart. WIll she survive this? No one knows, only fate does and she can be fickle and disasterous.
The dark places of her heart, while not bad, tend to scare the hell out of her. As she examined herself internally these feelings have come out more and more. She can’t help it and she can’t help the Deja Vu she feels while doing this. Its like she’s been here before, but not.
The dark places are not evil either, but they are there and she’s trying to figure out how to handle them. Not an easy task for sure!
Now that they’re out in the open she feels as though a huge burden has been lifted, but then a new frustration has settled into her, it runs deep and its beginning to fester like an infected wound. What will excise this festering? Don’t know only time will tell…
Finally a peace has come over her. All the jangling thoughts are quiet, the feelings stuffed back down and locked up, the key in her pocket. Till the next time when the feelings begin to well up. But to truly have inner peace someday the feelings will need to be delt with. With a firm hand and a stern voice whispering commands in her ears, turning her on.
Her feelings wait in sublime submission waiting, waiting, waiting, for the commands from her MASTER!
On my way home Saturday evening I was mulling over the plot for my trucking paranormal erotic romance novel. This is my remake novel from 20+ years ago updated to be much more contemporary. I added a character who I didn’t even know I was going to need. Hey where is an FBI agent suppose to buy silver bullets, there not just stocked anywhere.
He is a gun shop owner who specializes in silver bullets as well as other silver tipped weapons, one of which is a necklace that can ensnare a werewolf, yes a necklace, and no its not a pendant they look into either. This one is going to be pretty cool. Lets just say that with the flick of a wrist things can happen. Plus I’ve also come up with a character who will be painted on a truck. So now I’m beginning to think this could end up being a series of books which is not a bad idea, continuing characters and all, but each being able to stand on its on. Oh and working title for this book is “On Through The Night”.