During some down time last night at my regular “pay the bills” type job, (I’m a hairstylist by trade), I was thinking about a book I had started 25 years ago. Yep that long ago. I was at the time getting it ready for the “Golden Hearts Contest” put on by Romance Writers of America. Well when I decided to go back to writing I pulled out all of my old material. That was 4 weeks ago. At that time when I was re-reading my stuff, I was appalled at how weak my writing was then. So I shoved it all back into the box it had been stored in and shoved it under my side desk. Fast forward to last night, I was sitting around at one point on a break when I started to think about that book. How could I update it, could I change its genre of just contempory romance to whats popular today. At first I didn’t think there was anything I could do with it, but then a germ of an idea hit. Something from a few years ago that had been in the news that had kept folks on edge for sevreal years.
You see I had set this book in the trucking industry and the main scene was a truck stop. Different, yes. The plot of the orginal was at best very weak. But with last nights musings, I’m rewriting it as a paranormal/erotica romance/mystry and yes its set at a truck stop.
The premise is: A serial killer is on the loose in the Interstate 80 corridore. FBI Agent Rachel Davis, from the paranormal division, is called in to help solve the multi state killing spree. Shilo Blackburn is a trucking company owner and shpae shifting werewolf, whose drivers seem to be targeted. The Rachel and Shilo meet at the truck stop when Shilo is on his way to deliver the load of one of his slain drivers. He hasn’t been on the open road for quite some time, and the fatigue is getting to him, when he stops at the truck stop in centeral Illinois., where the site of the latest murder is and Agent Davis is there with her team. When an eyewitness sees a strange creature the night of one of the murders, the hero and heroine meet to question said witness, who suddenly ends up dead before they can talk with him. Miles of open road lay ahead of them as they chase and track down the werewolf morphing killer.
So as I continue work on my current project I will begin research on this project, it may be sometime before I get content of this store posted but stay tuned. I am looking forward to the research though, its been 20 years as well having been involved in the trucking industry so alot has changed there as well. Technology just keeps racing along at break neck speed like a Cummins Turbo Desiel engine, it amazes me how fast things change. Why only 20 years ago as I worked at a local resort in the hospitality department, the main building burned to the ground, at the time there was a group of folks there for a small confrence only about 50 people who were discussing cell phone towers and how in 20 years they would be all over the country if not the world. And they were right. The company was Cellular One.
Oh sure that sounds rather mysterious. Well for a while I am going to keep it that way. I want to see how many of my readers can figure out what object keeps coming up in every story. After the first few it won’t be hard to figure out. Lets just say its an accessory a man wears everyday, that was a hint. Some of my readers may get this right away just from this post. Thats ok. But lets keep it a secret for awhile…Shhhhhh…
I carry a notebook around with me all the time. I find things of inspiration everywhere. It could be a place, a conversation I over hear, smells, or colors even. I find it everywhere, even in coffee. I love how coffee tastes, the bitter and the mellow the sweet and creamy and the smell. Mmmm coffee, the elixer of life especially the first thing in the morning. I’m lucky I have a programable coffee maker and at 5:10a.m. every morning I have fresh wonderful coffee to start my day. Here is an excerpt from my one of my projects with coffee as a focal point.
By Synn Tryst
He’d been watching her for a week now.
No, he wasn’t a stalker. She had moved into his neighborhood a few weeks ago. She stopped every morning at the local coffee shop, the same one he sat at, at an outdoor table. She got a large coffee and a raisin bagel. He watched her walk down the sidewalk toward the coffee shop. In the past week their eyes had met a couple times, smiles were exchanged. Drew made it clear in his smile that he was interested in her. He could tell she was not unaffected by him. Each time she met his eyes, she smiled, looked down and tucked a caramel colored curl behind her ear. As she entered the coffee shop, he noticed, more than once, her hand tremble as she opened the door.
Over the course of the week he’d gotten to “know her”. Drew speculated that she worked in fashion by the way she dressed and the huge tote bag she hauled around, who knew what was in it. Her makeup, fresh and light, not too dark for her fair complexion, she had a curvy body that invited hands to roam all over it. Breasts that seemed a bit too large for her frame and her ass invited a man to caress and fondle it. Drew felt his cock stir as he thought about her ass. A quick glance through the coffee shop window gave him an excellent view of the ass in question. Yes, he was an ass man for sure. But for now, that would have to wait. He had been watching it all week, walk away after she got her coffee, its slight wiggle as she walked away captivating him. ***
Let me know what you think so far, yes there is more… I wouldn’t leave you hanging, well maybe for a little bit, because I’m kind of like that…;)
So just where did the name Synn Tryst come from? Well being a writer I tend to play around with words and phrases alot. Synn Tryst came from a word play one day when I was on Pinterst. What I do is basically start changing the beginning letters of a word and go through the alphabet seeing what letters work and what ones don’t. It can be quite a fun game. So sinterest was one of those words, with a bit of letter modification I came up with Synn Tryst. Plus I came up with a meaning for Synn Tryst as well.
When you think of Synn Tryst, what comes to mind for a meaning. Lets break it down, Synn or (sin), and tryst is a secret meeting between lovers, so the meaning of Synn Tryst would be a secret, sinful meeting between lovers. So in the world of erotica romance this is a name that is perfect for a writer, or at least this writer. That is how my alter ego came to be. Will you become one of my Synn Tryst books lovers, I hope so, see you between the pages.
Happy Reading everyone, Synn Tryst
Just who is Synn Tryst your wondering, well she is me Julie Jilderda Berghammer, she is my alter ego whom I write Erotic romance novels, novellas, short stories, poems, this blog etc under.
Synn Tryst is the girl who your Mother and GrandMother always told you to stay away from because she would corrupte you. Yea she was the orginal “Bad Girl”, the one who wore too short skirts, shirts and blouses that were too tight and showed off her 36DD’s clevage to perfection, smoked in the girls room between classes, and gave the finger to those teachers who really deserved it, oh yea and would sneak into her parents liqour cabinet and she skipped school on occasion just for the hell of it.
Yes, that is who I wanted to be…kind of… But instead I was the girl in the background always reading a romance novel ALL THE TIME!!! That was 35 years ago. I’m still the girl with a romance book in my hand but now it has a more Erotic theme, edge to it.
I also had started to write my own novels, but then kids, and stress created a medical problem and all of my wrting got shelved for 20+ years. Now is the time for me to dust off everything, (cough cough, the dust was thick) and have begun again.
In looking over all of my old stuff, I realize that now I’m a much stronger writer (i.e. BETTER). Reading all that old stuff, was a great trip down memory lane, I had forgoten about alot of it. One of the things I came across was my membership in Romance Writers of America and in researching it now, WOW membership fees have gone up. May have to wait a while to rejoin. But I’ve enjoyed going through all of the old stuff, Seeing my entry for the Golden Hearts contest was a shock since I totally forgot all about it. After rereading my entry glad I didn’t send it in. My new entry eventually will be much better. I was happy to see all of my old score sheets from when I JUDGED, yes judged the Golden Medallion Contest way back at the end of the 80’s, just before it was discontinued. The last year I judged was when all the controvery over that contest was really being voiced. I thought it was a great contest and enjoyed judging it. Hey I got free books to read and reveiw. One of which made it to the final round. I was also the Treasurer for the Wisconsin Chapter of Romance Writers of America. I even found all of my old issues of the Romance Report, magazine that RWA sends to its members. It was fun to see all of the photos of authors from 20+ years ago. Amazing ladies how we have changed over the years.
So in the near future I will be posting more stuff and I will be putting up excerpts of current projects. So be on the look out for them.
Have a great day!!!