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October 9, 2012
Yay or Nay? . . . Novella Idea . . .
I go hot and cold on this idea I have for a novella, so I thought I'd put the idea out there and see what the response is . . .
Here's a rough opening . . . see if you can guess where the story is heading. Meet you at the bottom . . .
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The Candlestick Maker
I’D BEEN WAITING for my perfect man to come back to me all summer, ever since he’d melted in the year’s first heat wave. That was back in June—a whole three months ago. Though it felt closer to a year, if you ask me.
Days were longer without him sitting across the dye-splattered table as I molded candles in all shapes and sizes, like horses, and dogs, and cupcakes, and dildos, and butt-cheeks, and whatever else Berliners wanted that season.
My perfect man—Vincent, I named him, ‘V’ for the way his stomach tapered, the way I wished mine would too, but never quite did—my Vincent would never judge. He’d smile, ‘beautiful,’ he’d say, ‘how could it not be? Your hands are magic. Everything you touch comes to life.’
I was glad the latter wasn’t entirely true, or my workshop, my not more than thirty square feet, would smell badly of horse and dog, the cupcakes would all have been eaten—by myself most likely—and, well, that would be just too many cocks, even for my liking.
Still, just to hear him say it again would be bliss.
Lunch-break walks through Treptower Park were impossible to bear without his arm slipping into the crook of mine, and his deep voice as we bellowed out a cheery song or two.
Worst, though, worst were the nights without his arms embracing me. Without his soft kisses trailing down my throat before we made love.
So, when a yellowed chestnut leaf danced over my worn, brown boots, I knew the wait for my perfect man was over.
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So yeah, the story idea is a sweet and lonely man makes his perfect other half from wax every autumn and lives his "perfect" life until the end of spring. But alas, every summer his man melts and he must wait until the next autumn to remake him.
The story plays five years into this cycle and would cover one year--the year he tries to make a second "perfect man" for his songwriter friend.
I guess the story--meant to be light-hearted and quirky--would challenge the idea of what the "perfect man" is.
It would have a romance in it and I think an HEA. Hmmmm.
But maybe this is too weird?
If so, I have a couple of other ideas lurking about, so . . . :)
Here's a rough opening . . . see if you can guess where the story is heading. Meet you at the bottom . . .
__________________________________
The Candlestick Maker
I’D BEEN WAITING for my perfect man to come back to me all summer, ever since he’d melted in the year’s first heat wave. That was back in June—a whole three months ago. Though it felt closer to a year, if you ask me.
Days were longer without him sitting across the dye-splattered table as I molded candles in all shapes and sizes, like horses, and dogs, and cupcakes, and dildos, and butt-cheeks, and whatever else Berliners wanted that season.
My perfect man—Vincent, I named him, ‘V’ for the way his stomach tapered, the way I wished mine would too, but never quite did—my Vincent would never judge. He’d smile, ‘beautiful,’ he’d say, ‘how could it not be? Your hands are magic. Everything you touch comes to life.’
I was glad the latter wasn’t entirely true, or my workshop, my not more than thirty square feet, would smell badly of horse and dog, the cupcakes would all have been eaten—by myself most likely—and, well, that would be just too many cocks, even for my liking.
Still, just to hear him say it again would be bliss.
Lunch-break walks through Treptower Park were impossible to bear without his arm slipping into the crook of mine, and his deep voice as we bellowed out a cheery song or two.
Worst, though, worst were the nights without his arms embracing me. Without his soft kisses trailing down my throat before we made love.
So, when a yellowed chestnut leaf danced over my worn, brown boots, I knew the wait for my perfect man was over.
_____________________
So yeah, the story idea is a sweet and lonely man makes his perfect other half from wax every autumn and lives his "perfect" life until the end of spring. But alas, every summer his man melts and he must wait until the next autumn to remake him.
The story plays five years into this cycle and would cover one year--the year he tries to make a second "perfect man" for his songwriter friend.
I guess the story--meant to be light-hearted and quirky--would challenge the idea of what the "perfect man" is.
It would have a romance in it and I think an HEA. Hmmmm.
But maybe this is too weird?
If so, I have a couple of other ideas lurking about, so . . . :)
October 4, 2012
The F Words -- Rory & Eric's story . . . Out Now
I am very excited to say that the next (and last, most likely) in the Enemies to Lovers series is out now. The F Words.
There are a few people I'd really like to thank in the production of this book:
1) Those who emailed or messaged me about wanting to read Rory and Eric's story. My motivation for this one came from you guys. And, I'm so glad for that, because I had such a wonderful time with these characters. Thank you for wanting their story. :D
2) My betas! Thanks to Goodreads, Facebook, and a couple of friends of mine, I was lucky enough to get the story in a good shape to pass on to my . . .
3) Awesome as editor Teresa Crawford. Thanks for all the wonderful effort you put in.
4) This story has a few sections of chats and emails in it and, unfortunately, transferring from word to kindle muddled EVERYTHING up. None of my tables were recognized and emails seemed to disappear into thin air. It all screamed disaster--especially considering how many different kindle formats I needed to take into account for the story working . . .
Thank You So, So, So much dearest husband for putting in hours of your very limited spare time to re-format the entire novel in html. You're a savior.
:D
(P.S. I am seriously reconsidering EVER writing chats in novels again, though, LOL).
* * * * *
As for upcoming things . . . at the moment I am working on a YA sequel (paranormal romance -- it has only a side gay romance in it) as well as an adult Urban Fantasy (that's been three years in the making :/ -- but which has a stronger secondary gay romance in it ;).
I have daydreams of writing a m/m novella somewhere on top of all that too--but I don't know how realistic that is.
End of Jan/Feb though, I hope to write another m/m novel. I'm always open to hearing particular wishes (no promises though). ;)
Maybe a Friends to Lovers theme? Or perhaps something entirely different, like mystery or paranormal?
Oh, the options . . . :D :D :D
There are a few people I'd really like to thank in the production of this book:
1) Those who emailed or messaged me about wanting to read Rory and Eric's story. My motivation for this one came from you guys. And, I'm so glad for that, because I had such a wonderful time with these characters. Thank you for wanting their story. :D
2) My betas! Thanks to Goodreads, Facebook, and a couple of friends of mine, I was lucky enough to get the story in a good shape to pass on to my . . .
3) Awesome as editor Teresa Crawford. Thanks for all the wonderful effort you put in.
4) This story has a few sections of chats and emails in it and, unfortunately, transferring from word to kindle muddled EVERYTHING up. None of my tables were recognized and emails seemed to disappear into thin air. It all screamed disaster--especially considering how many different kindle formats I needed to take into account for the story working . . .
Thank You So, So, So much dearest husband for putting in hours of your very limited spare time to re-format the entire novel in html. You're a savior.
:D
(P.S. I am seriously reconsidering EVER writing chats in novels again, though, LOL).
* * * * *
As for upcoming things . . . at the moment I am working on a YA sequel (paranormal romance -- it has only a side gay romance in it) as well as an adult Urban Fantasy (that's been three years in the making :/ -- but which has a stronger secondary gay romance in it ;).
I have daydreams of writing a m/m novella somewhere on top of all that too--but I don't know how realistic that is.
End of Jan/Feb though, I hope to write another m/m novel. I'm always open to hearing particular wishes (no promises though). ;)
Maybe a Friends to Lovers theme? Or perhaps something entirely different, like mystery or paranormal?
Oh, the options . . . :D :D :D
August 16, 2012
What's life without a little Crazy?
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
That's the document name of one of the intimate scene in The F Words that I have in my Dropbox.
If you're not familiar with Dropbox, it's basically a place where you can drop your documents and they get saved in a cloud or something. Anyway, it also synchronizes your documents on all your computers as you update. It's pretty fantastic, really.
Except that a little bubble in the corner of your screen pops up with the name of the document you're saving . . .
And my husband's computer has my Dropbox on it . . .
And he was at work . . .
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
. . . every minute. (Because that's how much I update.)
Well, there were some curious looks thrown about his office today.
It sort of makes me want to be really evil and have my next document filled with eye-popping explicitness.
Not really.
Just a bit.
* * *
The other day, I got a strange look of my own. And it made me realize, we can be strange without even seeing it.
I trudge up to the cafe (a 30min walk) to do some of my writing. I go to this place on a semi-regular basis, and every time I took my laptop--well, the computer doesn't fit in the bag, so I squeeze it in. Needing something thin to protect it, I use a pillow case.
Well. Someone actually walked in a large arc around me when they saw me unwrapping the pillow case. God, it made me want to cackle. But then I thought, yikes, better not do that. It wouldn't help my case any . . .
o_O
I'm happy to report, I have since stopped doing that, in case any of you fear for my sanity. Though, that's because I finally upgraded my laptop and got a skin for it. Ha! Normal at last.
Jeez, normal's boring . . .
What's NOT boring was sitting next to a crazy guy in the cafe who stared at me non-stop (until I couldn't handle it anymore and left, so, about 30mins) and tried to engage me in conversation while talking to himself about not being insane and not being violent to that person XXX ? ? ?
Now, if it'd been NZ or somewhere, I may have just turned a complete blind eye and kept working. But where I live in the last half year there's been a public shooting ten minutes down the road, and last week four people were murdered five mins from my place. I won't even go into the other stuff, mugging seems minor in comparison. But the point?
There might be as many crazy people in the States as any other part of the world, but here they're given guns. . .
:/
I was outta there.
Oki doki, I think I'm crazied out now. :P
That's the document name of one of the intimate scene in The F Words that I have in my Dropbox.
If you're not familiar with Dropbox, it's basically a place where you can drop your documents and they get saved in a cloud or something. Anyway, it also synchronizes your documents on all your computers as you update. It's pretty fantastic, really.
Except that a little bubble in the corner of your screen pops up with the name of the document you're saving . . .
And my husband's computer has my Dropbox on it . . .
And he was at work . . .
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
Sex scene Rory and Eric Frottage.doc
. . . every minute. (Because that's how much I update.)
Well, there were some curious looks thrown about his office today.
It sort of makes me want to be really evil and have my next document filled with eye-popping explicitness.
Not really.
Just a bit.
* * *
The other day, I got a strange look of my own. And it made me realize, we can be strange without even seeing it.
I trudge up to the cafe (a 30min walk) to do some of my writing. I go to this place on a semi-regular basis, and every time I took my laptop--well, the computer doesn't fit in the bag, so I squeeze it in. Needing something thin to protect it, I use a pillow case.
Well. Someone actually walked in a large arc around me when they saw me unwrapping the pillow case. God, it made me want to cackle. But then I thought, yikes, better not do that. It wouldn't help my case any . . .
o_O
I'm happy to report, I have since stopped doing that, in case any of you fear for my sanity. Though, that's because I finally upgraded my laptop and got a skin for it. Ha! Normal at last.
Jeez, normal's boring . . .
What's NOT boring was sitting next to a crazy guy in the cafe who stared at me non-stop (until I couldn't handle it anymore and left, so, about 30mins) and tried to engage me in conversation while talking to himself about not being insane and not being violent to that person XXX ? ? ?
Now, if it'd been NZ or somewhere, I may have just turned a complete blind eye and kept working. But where I live in the last half year there's been a public shooting ten minutes down the road, and last week four people were murdered five mins from my place. I won't even go into the other stuff, mugging seems minor in comparison. But the point?
There might be as many crazy people in the States as any other part of the world, but here they're given guns. . .
:/
I was outta there.
Oki doki, I think I'm crazied out now. :P
July 20, 2012
Website updated, and . . . stuff
I thank my dear husband for helping me figure out how to redo my website to something simple and easy to navigate!
We spent the evening going through loads of New Zealand photos to add to the header--man, NZ is the most beautiful country ever! (I'm bias, of course :P)
Anyway, up on the new website are a few short stories for free. They are a mixture of genres . . . All with an element of romance. Check out if you like!
www.anytasunday.com
:)
Other than that, I'm excited about an upcoming book I co-wrote with Andrew Q. Gordon that is coming out in August with Dreamspinner Press: (Un)Masked
It's magic realism, similar in vein and tone to (In)visible.
And . . .
Rory and Eric -- "The F Words"
Okay, so the thing is, I'm totally panicking over it at the moment. It's because I have started writing(about 1/4 through) and it's like I've gotten so close to the characters that I'm living their stresses as well.
Messed up, right?
Does anyone else experience that when reading or writing? Being so close to the characters that you start absorbing their fears and worries, too?
But I love the story and have to keep writing it. But it's angsty with Rory's past; the loss of his best-friend and being homophobic.
I am really enjoying writing from two different perspectives this time though! Gah, I just LOVE writing!!!
We spent the evening going through loads of New Zealand photos to add to the header--man, NZ is the most beautiful country ever! (I'm bias, of course :P)
Anyway, up on the new website are a few short stories for free. They are a mixture of genres . . . All with an element of romance. Check out if you like!
www.anytasunday.com
:)
Other than that, I'm excited about an upcoming book I co-wrote with Andrew Q. Gordon that is coming out in August with Dreamspinner Press: (Un)Masked
It's magic realism, similar in vein and tone to (In)visible.
And . . .
Rory and Eric -- "The F Words"
Okay, so the thing is, I'm totally panicking over it at the moment. It's because I have started writing(about 1/4 through) and it's like I've gotten so close to the characters that I'm living their stresses as well.
Messed up, right?
Does anyone else experience that when reading or writing? Being so close to the characters that you start absorbing their fears and worries, too?
But I love the story and have to keep writing it. But it's angsty with Rory's past; the loss of his best-friend and being homophobic.
I am really enjoying writing from two different perspectives this time though! Gah, I just LOVE writing!!!
May 27, 2012
Will Done!
Scooby-dooby-doo! Woohoo!
William is up on Amazon. :)
http://www.anytasunday.com/william.html
William needs to learn to think before he speaks. He accidentally outed his last boyfriend to his bigoted family. Looking to make a new start, he escapes to the most distant place he can think of: New Zealand. There he boards with a substitute mom and her too-hot-to-be-real son, Heath, but Heath and his homophobic friend Rory want William to leave before things “crash and burn,” whatever that means.
Unfortunately, traveling to the end of the world isn’t far enough for William to lose his runaway mouth.
But is it far enough to lose his loneliness?
I've had a wonderful experience writing this story. Okay, admittedly there were a few grunts, moans, and growls when my betas came back to me with some major changes I needed to make :P, but their input only served to help the story overall. Thanks you four!
Lucky for me, this book around, I found myself a wonderful editor, Teresa Crawford, who had the arduous task of making sure all my spelling and grammar was in order. She did an amazing job, and my giddy-aunts, I have no idea how I missed so much, LOL! Thank god for editors, and a particular thanks to Teresa, who's helped make this book that much better.
So, re. sex scenes -- like always with my books, William is a slow burn romance, but there are a few scenes that a on the hotter side. I have to say, despite copious amounts of rum and coke, I still froze up writing these scenes. It was only after a nudge from my editor that I found the right head-space to make things better. Actually after Teresa's tips, I had a sit-down session with my mum (who reads heaps) and read the initial version of the scene to her,(not in the LEAST bit awkward, haw haw), then she sat next to me patiently while I re-wrote and okayed or nayed my additions.
It was the most bizzare writing session I've had. But, well, what a bonding moment, eh?
Anyway, William is up, if you're curious to check it out. :D
Also, there is a prequel short story (for free) at:
GA.http://www.gayauthors.org/story/anyta...
It is not necessary to read this, but it's there if you'd like . . . (The short story--about 12K--is a romance that's secondary character, Heath, plays one of the protagonists in William. Get It is also set a few years earlier.)
Sweet As!
William is up on Amazon. :)
http://www.anytasunday.com/william.html
William needs to learn to think before he speaks. He accidentally outed his last boyfriend to his bigoted family. Looking to make a new start, he escapes to the most distant place he can think of: New Zealand. There he boards with a substitute mom and her too-hot-to-be-real son, Heath, but Heath and his homophobic friend Rory want William to leave before things “crash and burn,” whatever that means.
Unfortunately, traveling to the end of the world isn’t far enough for William to lose his runaway mouth.
But is it far enough to lose his loneliness?
I've had a wonderful experience writing this story. Okay, admittedly there were a few grunts, moans, and growls when my betas came back to me with some major changes I needed to make :P, but their input only served to help the story overall. Thanks you four!
Lucky for me, this book around, I found myself a wonderful editor, Teresa Crawford, who had the arduous task of making sure all my spelling and grammar was in order. She did an amazing job, and my giddy-aunts, I have no idea how I missed so much, LOL! Thank god for editors, and a particular thanks to Teresa, who's helped make this book that much better.
So, re. sex scenes -- like always with my books, William is a slow burn romance, but there are a few scenes that a on the hotter side. I have to say, despite copious amounts of rum and coke, I still froze up writing these scenes. It was only after a nudge from my editor that I found the right head-space to make things better. Actually after Teresa's tips, I had a sit-down session with my mum (who reads heaps) and read the initial version of the scene to her,(not in the LEAST bit awkward, haw haw), then she sat next to me patiently while I re-wrote and okayed or nayed my additions.
It was the most bizzare writing session I've had. But, well, what a bonding moment, eh?
Anyway, William is up, if you're curious to check it out. :D
Also, there is a prequel short story (for free) at:
GA.http://www.gayauthors.org/story/anyta...
It is not necessary to read this, but it's there if you'd like . . . (The short story--about 12K--is a romance that's secondary character, Heath, plays one of the protagonists in William. Get It is also set a few years earlier.)
Sweet As!
April 2, 2012
Will You Help Me With The Blurb?
The first draft of Will has been completed and sent to my awesome beta readers for tearing apart. With the feedback, I hope to get it that much better. ;) Then it goes off to get professionally edited! Woohoo!
In the meantime, I'm working on the blurb. Can I just say how much I HATE writing blurbs? It's always been the case, and I fear it always will. LOL.
At this stage, I have two versions of the blurb. Which is more appealing to you? i.e. which would make you more likely to want to read?
What I need to get across in the tone of the blurb is that it's a generally light-hearted, laid-back read(with heavier moments only here and there).
Thanks so much!
Note: These are drafts. . . .
_________________________ Blurb 1________
William Sharp: He’s a snoop, and he loves it.
He’s a freak, and he loves that too.
He’s afraid of dogs, and he—well, he doesn’t really love that at all—hates it in fact, along with the Chili Peppers, an ’89 Holden Commodore (it’s totally gonna blow up on him, he just knows it), and the freaking hot guy he’s boarding with: Heath Wallace.
And it’s all good, really, because it’s reciprocated—something, thanks in large part to his big, runaway mouth, he hasn’t experienced much before.
Yeah. It’s really all good. Moving to the end of the world has been the best decision ever.
Except . . . is he really so unlikable? And what did Heath mean when he warned Will things would “crash and burn” if he lived with them? . . .
Or_______________________Blurb 2 ________
Sometimes life sucks some big, mean lemons.
William Sharp has had his fair share of those lemons and wants a change. So what better place to start new, than in New Zealand?
But try as he might, he can’t seem to leave his big, runaway mouth behind him. And like always, it’s getting him into trouble. And if that wasn’t enough to contend with, he’s boarding with a mother, who’s awfully fond of him; her waaay to hot to be real, adult son, Heath, who wants him to leave; and their big-ish dog, who scares the bejesus out of him.
Throw in a dodgy ’89 Holden Commodore and some freaks for friends, and it’s going to be one unforgettable year.
For better or worse. . . .
In the meantime, I'm working on the blurb. Can I just say how much I HATE writing blurbs? It's always been the case, and I fear it always will. LOL.
At this stage, I have two versions of the blurb. Which is more appealing to you? i.e. which would make you more likely to want to read?
What I need to get across in the tone of the blurb is that it's a generally light-hearted, laid-back read(with heavier moments only here and there).
Thanks so much!
Note: These are drafts. . . .
_________________________ Blurb 1________
William Sharp: He’s a snoop, and he loves it.
He’s a freak, and he loves that too.
He’s afraid of dogs, and he—well, he doesn’t really love that at all—hates it in fact, along with the Chili Peppers, an ’89 Holden Commodore (it’s totally gonna blow up on him, he just knows it), and the freaking hot guy he’s boarding with: Heath Wallace.
And it’s all good, really, because it’s reciprocated—something, thanks in large part to his big, runaway mouth, he hasn’t experienced much before.
Yeah. It’s really all good. Moving to the end of the world has been the best decision ever.
Except . . . is he really so unlikable? And what did Heath mean when he warned Will things would “crash and burn” if he lived with them? . . .
Or_______________________Blurb 2 ________
Sometimes life sucks some big, mean lemons.
William Sharp has had his fair share of those lemons and wants a change. So what better place to start new, than in New Zealand?
But try as he might, he can’t seem to leave his big, runaway mouth behind him. And like always, it’s getting him into trouble. And if that wasn’t enough to contend with, he’s boarding with a mother, who’s awfully fond of him; her waaay to hot to be real, adult son, Heath, who wants him to leave; and their big-ish dog, who scares the bejesus out of him.
Throw in a dodgy ’89 Holden Commodore and some freaks for friends, and it’s going to be one unforgettable year.
For better or worse. . . .
March 28, 2012
Will Be Done At The End Of The Week . . .
The first draft anyway. And all going well.
All I have to do is finish a dialogue exchange in the epilogue and write the climax to the story a couple of chapters before it.
Lucky for me, I have a friend coming from Germany to stay with me a while and she is a brilliant artist--she has been doing all of my covers--and I'm hoping I can get her to do another amazing one for this story!
If you're curious, this is some more of her work --> http://www.streiflicht-fotografie.de/
In fact, after finishing William, I am writing a 10K children's book for her to illustrate with her photos/art. I'm very excited to work with her on this.
Cool, cool, cool.
I'm so excited and nervous about what you guys will think of William.
(Coming May 2012)
All I have to do is finish a dialogue exchange in the epilogue and write the climax to the story a couple of chapters before it.
Lucky for me, I have a friend coming from Germany to stay with me a while and she is a brilliant artist--she has been doing all of my covers--and I'm hoping I can get her to do another amazing one for this story!
If you're curious, this is some more of her work --> http://www.streiflicht-fotografie.de/
In fact, after finishing William, I am writing a 10K children's book for her to illustrate with her photos/art. I'm very excited to work with her on this.
Cool, cool, cool.
I'm so excited and nervous about what you guys will think of William.
(Coming May 2012)
March 8, 2012
Will You Make Up Your Mind
Woohoo, half-way through!
The first half of this story just flew out my fingertips--I knew exactly what needed to happen and when.
The second half is proving a little more difficult. I know how everything ends, and I have milestones for the characters that need to happen, but the route toward that end is hazy. It could go in SO many directions. Gah. I will have to make up my mind and soon! I hope I chose the right one.
The aim is to make it a light, romantic read. Only there are a few heavier moments and getting the transition right in the tone of the story is tricky. Hmmm. . .
This is what I love about writing! Sometimes it's full of secret smiles and laughs and other times it's full of sweat and tears. It certainly keeps things interesting.
The sub-plots are turning out to be a bit bigger than in S&T and St-st-stuffed. I wonder if it's because lately I've read some really great stories that had heaps of sub plots weaving in together, and they have impressed me? Maybe. But I doubt mine are quite so masterful--I've got my craft books out and am working on honing this skill.
As for sex-scenes! But damn, I really shouldn't read some of my own reviews, LOL. I lost my confidence for a little bit there! I don't generally go into heaps of detail, but I do like a little bit so long as it flows with the story. I might have to do those scenes after a glass of whiskey or something. Terrible writer cliche, but in this case . . . it just might be necessary. LOL.
:D
The first half of this story just flew out my fingertips--I knew exactly what needed to happen and when.
The second half is proving a little more difficult. I know how everything ends, and I have milestones for the characters that need to happen, but the route toward that end is hazy. It could go in SO many directions. Gah. I will have to make up my mind and soon! I hope I chose the right one.
The aim is to make it a light, romantic read. Only there are a few heavier moments and getting the transition right in the tone of the story is tricky. Hmmm. . .
This is what I love about writing! Sometimes it's full of secret smiles and laughs and other times it's full of sweat and tears. It certainly keeps things interesting.
The sub-plots are turning out to be a bit bigger than in S&T and St-st-stuffed. I wonder if it's because lately I've read some really great stories that had heaps of sub plots weaving in together, and they have impressed me? Maybe. But I doubt mine are quite so masterful--I've got my craft books out and am working on honing this skill.
As for sex-scenes! But damn, I really shouldn't read some of my own reviews, LOL. I lost my confidence for a little bit there! I don't generally go into heaps of detail, but I do like a little bit so long as it flows with the story. I might have to do those scenes after a glass of whiskey or something. Terrible writer cliche, but in this case . . . it just might be necessary. LOL.
:D
February 28, 2012
Rare or Will-done?
Is it so terribly lame that I find that funny?
Haha.
Probably.
Anyway, WILLIAM, is one-third done (in its first draft) so I guess it's medium-rare.
I've decided that I'm saving every cent I earn with S&T and St-st-stuffed and (In) and Veined, and using it to get a professional edit with this story. :)
You know, I want you guys to enjoy it without being sidetracked by all those seamen that micraculously storm their way out of . . . well, you get the picture. Ouch.
Well, here's the opening paras as a teaser. I LOVE a shout-out to NZ when I read stories, I love even more mentioning NZ, but MOST of all, I love setting my stories in Good Ol' Aotearoa!
* * *
Few things bugged William Sharp. Really bugged him that was. His damn runaway mouth was one of them, and, as he discovered on his twenty-nine hour journey to the end of the world, so did the Chili Peppers playing on repeat five hours straight.
Ask him, and he was sure he could regurgitate every line from Californication—and that from hearing it through the headphones of the girl next to him. And hell no, he did not dream of being Californicated—wasn’t even curious, no matter how dirty it sounded.
Besides, if anything, he was off to be New Zealandificated.
Dunedinificated to be more precise. . . .
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Yup. Dunedin holds a special spot for me. I lived in those mold-infested Dunedin student housing three years. The carpets stunk of stale beer from years of prior spillage, and every morning I'd wake to a sheen of dew over my duvet.
Not pretty.
Loved it.
Haha.
Probably.
Anyway, WILLIAM, is one-third done (in its first draft) so I guess it's medium-rare.
I've decided that I'm saving every cent I earn with S&T and St-st-stuffed and (In) and Veined, and using it to get a professional edit with this story. :)
You know, I want you guys to enjoy it without being sidetracked by all those seamen that micraculously storm their way out of . . . well, you get the picture. Ouch.
Well, here's the opening paras as a teaser. I LOVE a shout-out to NZ when I read stories, I love even more mentioning NZ, but MOST of all, I love setting my stories in Good Ol' Aotearoa!
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Few things bugged William Sharp. Really bugged him that was. His damn runaway mouth was one of them, and, as he discovered on his twenty-nine hour journey to the end of the world, so did the Chili Peppers playing on repeat five hours straight.
Ask him, and he was sure he could regurgitate every line from Californication—and that from hearing it through the headphones of the girl next to him. And hell no, he did not dream of being Californicated—wasn’t even curious, no matter how dirty it sounded.
Besides, if anything, he was off to be New Zealandificated.
Dunedinificated to be more precise. . . .
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Yup. Dunedin holds a special spot for me. I lived in those mold-infested Dunedin student housing three years. The carpets stunk of stale beer from years of prior spillage, and every morning I'd wake to a sheen of dew over my duvet.
Not pretty.
Loved it.
February 16, 2012
Will going strong . . .
I love a lame pun. :)
So, I'm on chapter five and having SO much fun setting this story in Dunedin, NZ. Totally brings back memories of the student days . . .
Here's a tiny teaser from chappy 5 (draft). This one's for the NZers out there. ;)
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Candice blinked and looked at him. “Pikelets are basically pancakes but smaller,” she said. “And thanks for the warning about you being a terrible cook—after the car incident last night I’m going to take you seriously. So,”—she rolled up her sleeves—“we’ll follow the recipe.” She looked behind him again, raising a brow. “There’s bound to be an Edmonds in this kitchen, right?”
There was the scuffle of feet and a cupboard door squealing open behind him. Then before Will knew it, Heath stood in front of him, dressed in a shirt and dress pants, hair still wet from a shower, pushing a yellow and orange spiral-bound book into his hands. “Page twenty.”
They only clashed gazes and it was enough to have his blood spiraling every-which way. He thought he detected a glimpse of hunger in Heath’s eyes—and not the pikelet desire type either—but if he did it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
Candice nudged between them, pinching the cookbook. “Sweet As,” she said.
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Yeah, I love--no, I worship my Edmonds cookbook. It has traveled to every country and place I have lived in.
It's an essential, if you ask me. :D
So, I'm on chapter five and having SO much fun setting this story in Dunedin, NZ. Totally brings back memories of the student days . . .
Here's a tiny teaser from chappy 5 (draft). This one's for the NZers out there. ;)
* * *
Candice blinked and looked at him. “Pikelets are basically pancakes but smaller,” she said. “And thanks for the warning about you being a terrible cook—after the car incident last night I’m going to take you seriously. So,”—she rolled up her sleeves—“we’ll follow the recipe.” She looked behind him again, raising a brow. “There’s bound to be an Edmonds in this kitchen, right?”
There was the scuffle of feet and a cupboard door squealing open behind him. Then before Will knew it, Heath stood in front of him, dressed in a shirt and dress pants, hair still wet from a shower, pushing a yellow and orange spiral-bound book into his hands. “Page twenty.”
They only clashed gazes and it was enough to have his blood spiraling every-which way. He thought he detected a glimpse of hunger in Heath’s eyes—and not the pikelet desire type either—but if he did it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
Candice nudged between them, pinching the cookbook. “Sweet As,” she said.
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Yeah, I love--no, I worship my Edmonds cookbook. It has traveled to every country and place I have lived in.
It's an essential, if you ask me. :D
