Rebecca Nolan's Blog, page 4
February 20, 2012
wondering when...
I recently was asked by another mother what I did for a living, in which I replied that I was a writer. She then asked if I had anthign published in which I replied I had three stories with an American Publisher and two I had done by myself. It was funny how embarrassed I was, at telling her about what I did.
When I went home I wondered why I had felt that way...would I have felt that way if I were, say, a doctor or a banker etc? The answer was No. Sure so far I have made a measelly sum of $5 lol, but I am getting my name out there and I am trying to work hard. Sure, maybe it might be my own fault that I have not made more money. I know I have turned down opportunities due to lack of confidance and because other publishing companies didnt have the right feel for me. I guess I am also loyal in some regrads but I dont see that as a bad thing. Hopefully one day I will land a contract in which every one is happy...but that is besides the point, what I am really tying to understand is why I feel like I am still not an Author????
I wonder how many other writers/ authors feel this way? Is having five books available to the public enough to finally allow me to say "I am an Author" proudly or would making some grand amount of money and getting on some best seller list make it real? I wish I knew...
When I went home I wondered why I had felt that way...would I have felt that way if I were, say, a doctor or a banker etc? The answer was No. Sure so far I have made a measelly sum of $5 lol, but I am getting my name out there and I am trying to work hard. Sure, maybe it might be my own fault that I have not made more money. I know I have turned down opportunities due to lack of confidance and because other publishing companies didnt have the right feel for me. I guess I am also loyal in some regrads but I dont see that as a bad thing. Hopefully one day I will land a contract in which every one is happy...but that is besides the point, what I am really tying to understand is why I feel like I am still not an Author????
I wonder how many other writers/ authors feel this way? Is having five books available to the public enough to finally allow me to say "I am an Author" proudly or would making some grand amount of money and getting on some best seller list make it real? I wish I knew...
January 24, 2012
next project is daring....
I am not a person who lives to be in the spotlight, as a matter of fact that is something I rather try to avoid. I know that being an Author means you have to get out there, so i try. I dont push people to follow me or spam their sites with endless buy my book links. I dont push people into advertising me or promoting me because I truly hope that my skills as a Writer will win them over...am I naive? maybe.
Up until now I have stayed away from anything that could be controversial. I guess i wanted to play it safe but that is not the way my writing style works. I want to write about dark things, I dont want to shy away becuase I am afraid of the backlash. bad things in this world happen, I wish they didnt but they do. So why am i bring this up...well I am about to write some stuff that might not sit well with everyone.
Let me make it clear what I write about doesnt mean I support that behaviour. If I write about a killer doesnt mean I htink people should kill, rape doesnt mean I think it shoudl happen etc. Right now I am workign on a piece about an abuseive relationship. The main girl charater is torn between knowing she should leave and wanting to stay with the man she fell in love with. There are intense scenes which (i hope) make people wonder what is goin on in this girls head. Violence against women is never ok! but it isnt all as black and white. You cant just stop loving someone because they have hurt you.
Here are some sample scenes---
I opened my eyes. “I am sorry.” I said almost robotically. Any tone was to roll the dice of danger. There was a sharp sting to the side of my face as his palm smashed into it. I hurry to put a little clothing on as Carter paces the room. He reminds me of a tiger that has been caged for too long. Back and forth he moves as I dress, his hand running though his hair in frustration.
“You’re sorry. Sorry for what? Sorry for being stupid? Sorry for making me lose my temper? ... What is it you’re sorry for Ivy?” he demanded in a rage. No answer would be the right one. I already had learnt that so I went for the safest option, still fighting back tears.
“I am sorry… I make you hurt me.” I whisper not wanting to anger Carter further.
My mind making that mental leap so that now my body responded to his. I hated when my body betrayed me like this. His words ringing in my ears…did some part of me really like when he lashed out at me like this? I thought about it as one hand lifted my leg so it was hooked around his waist. The pressure was still firm around my throat but no longer was it life threatening. I could breathe and kiss him back just fine. Carter’s fingers brushed over the cotton fabric of my panties making me groan. Good God, was I sick and perverted? I shouldn’t be thinking of sex! What was wrong with me?
Carter kissed the bruises he had put there caringly, taking his time to savor me. Taking off my clothing as if I were once more a gift in his eyes. I wanted to lose myself in his tenderness. This was the man I had fallen in love with. He loved me; sometimes he loved me so much it hurt. And while he was making love I realized that love didn’t matter if I were dead.
These are just a few scenes as you can see, they might not be to everyones liking. The story line I promise will be good but there is going to be violence. There might even be a moment or two where you stop and think. It might anger you or make you sad. My goal is to give myself a chance at writing what i want to write. I have toned down stuff because I was scared. I dont want to do that anymore. Writing is an adventure, something I am passionate about and something I wish to do for a living. I really hope this story does well but if not atleast I have something where I can say..."wow I put 110% of myself into that."
Here is the story line for those of you who might be interested :)
Ivy needs to escape her boyfriend, Carter, but she doesnt know he is a werewolf and is having problems with control now that his genetics are kicking in. Ivy meets a doctor who is also a hunter and he convinces her to join him. Little does Ivy know this is a ploy as the doctor casts a spell which turns Ivy into a siren. Now men are crazy for her and she sturggles to find a normal relationship. Carter finds her with every intent to kill her for being unfaithful but she kills him. The doctor abandons Ivy and she is left to fend for herself which isnt easy because of Ivys past...she is attracted to evil, mean, paranormal guys. Now Ivy believes that the only way to make something good out of her life is to kill the men she finds herself attracted to.
Up until now I have stayed away from anything that could be controversial. I guess i wanted to play it safe but that is not the way my writing style works. I want to write about dark things, I dont want to shy away becuase I am afraid of the backlash. bad things in this world happen, I wish they didnt but they do. So why am i bring this up...well I am about to write some stuff that might not sit well with everyone.
Let me make it clear what I write about doesnt mean I support that behaviour. If I write about a killer doesnt mean I htink people should kill, rape doesnt mean I think it shoudl happen etc. Right now I am workign on a piece about an abuseive relationship. The main girl charater is torn between knowing she should leave and wanting to stay with the man she fell in love with. There are intense scenes which (i hope) make people wonder what is goin on in this girls head. Violence against women is never ok! but it isnt all as black and white. You cant just stop loving someone because they have hurt you.
Here are some sample scenes---
I opened my eyes. “I am sorry.” I said almost robotically. Any tone was to roll the dice of danger. There was a sharp sting to the side of my face as his palm smashed into it. I hurry to put a little clothing on as Carter paces the room. He reminds me of a tiger that has been caged for too long. Back and forth he moves as I dress, his hand running though his hair in frustration.
“You’re sorry. Sorry for what? Sorry for being stupid? Sorry for making me lose my temper? ... What is it you’re sorry for Ivy?” he demanded in a rage. No answer would be the right one. I already had learnt that so I went for the safest option, still fighting back tears.
“I am sorry… I make you hurt me.” I whisper not wanting to anger Carter further.
My mind making that mental leap so that now my body responded to his. I hated when my body betrayed me like this. His words ringing in my ears…did some part of me really like when he lashed out at me like this? I thought about it as one hand lifted my leg so it was hooked around his waist. The pressure was still firm around my throat but no longer was it life threatening. I could breathe and kiss him back just fine. Carter’s fingers brushed over the cotton fabric of my panties making me groan. Good God, was I sick and perverted? I shouldn’t be thinking of sex! What was wrong with me?
Carter kissed the bruises he had put there caringly, taking his time to savor me. Taking off my clothing as if I were once more a gift in his eyes. I wanted to lose myself in his tenderness. This was the man I had fallen in love with. He loved me; sometimes he loved me so much it hurt. And while he was making love I realized that love didn’t matter if I were dead.
These are just a few scenes as you can see, they might not be to everyones liking. The story line I promise will be good but there is going to be violence. There might even be a moment or two where you stop and think. It might anger you or make you sad. My goal is to give myself a chance at writing what i want to write. I have toned down stuff because I was scared. I dont want to do that anymore. Writing is an adventure, something I am passionate about and something I wish to do for a living. I really hope this story does well but if not atleast I have something where I can say..."wow I put 110% of myself into that."
Here is the story line for those of you who might be interested :)
Ivy needs to escape her boyfriend, Carter, but she doesnt know he is a werewolf and is having problems with control now that his genetics are kicking in. Ivy meets a doctor who is also a hunter and he convinces her to join him. Little does Ivy know this is a ploy as the doctor casts a spell which turns Ivy into a siren. Now men are crazy for her and she sturggles to find a normal relationship. Carter finds her with every intent to kill her for being unfaithful but she kills him. The doctor abandons Ivy and she is left to fend for herself which isnt easy because of Ivys past...she is attracted to evil, mean, paranormal guys. Now Ivy believes that the only way to make something good out of her life is to kill the men she finds herself attracted to.
January 20, 2012
Death Lilli, Paranormal fiction ch 1
A dark black 70’s Plymouth barracuda pulled up to the curb and parked. Its dark tinted windows working to mask who was behind the wheel. Jude straightened. He could feel his prey close by. The hairs on his arms prickled up with excitement that the search was finally over.
His cold blue eyes transfixed upon the decrepit old red brick apartment complex staring at it half amazed. The area reeked with the foul stench of rotten souls. Almost everyone who lived here was a lost cause, a human so far gone that darkness was the only thing that filled their heart. Jude felt his trigger finger twitch just once, as if itching to be used again. How long had it been since he had taken the life of one of the dark ones? Clearly, it had been too long if his body was responding like this.
He grabbed a semi-melted chocolate bar from the passenger seat, peeling back the foil before shoving it into his mouth. He didn’t really need to eat but he was bored. The can of warm soda that sat in the drink holder was nearly empty. He picked it up, drinking the last few drops before crushing the can and tossing it in the back. Now all there was to do was wait to see if his prey lived here like the informant had told them. Jude felt the anticipation of having to wait grating on his nerves. The sky was still dark and the wind had a bitter bite to it. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to wait long if, that was, she attended school like most teenagers did at that age. What was an hour or two here or there, nothing compared to the last seventeen years, six months and fourteen days Jude thought bitterly.
“Nothing at all” Jude hissed under his breathe, eyes now glued to the front steel cage that seemed like a pathetic attempt at security for the building. He reasoned, with mild amusement at how easy it would be to destroy the building – all he would need to start a fire would be some old paper and a piece of flint with a little gasoline to really get it going. He wondered just how quickly the fire would take hold, most likely only a matter of minutes then everyone would be trapped.
Who ever thought to hide her here had done a good job. Who would have considered to look for her packed in so tightly with such common riff raff. Certainly not anyone from the order of the light, this was not part of their jurisdiction. Even now Jude was playing with fire just by being here. Leaving this area unprotected wasn’t unlike them, they had little care for the rules or the people they governed. He glanced down at his watch it was just after four in the morning, he sighed this was going to be a long wait.
Jude touched upon the energies, trying to filter out those that were useless; finally catching the right energy. Surely, this had to be the one he was looking for. Jude tapped into the energy a little further. In his trance Jude could feel the energy. Was this the one? He was jostled straight out, as if someone had mentally pushed him out while protecting her. Jude shook his head, this was wrong!
This life force wasn’t the pure evil energy as he had expected, instead something almost innocent that cried out to him. Jude gripped the steering wheel tight, wondering just what might be going on.
His fierce blue eyes glanced back at the battered door, just waiting for an opportunity to enter without becoming detected. There were things he had to find out. Going in there all guns ablaze wouldn’t help to find her; it would only bring unwanted attention his way. This time he had to be covert, just the type of action he had been waiting for. A smile formed on Jude’s face, he might have just found his chance. Using his abilities Jude would be able to manipulate one of the buildings occupants making him believe that Jude was related to them.
Jude didn’t like to override a person’s free will but in this case he had no other choice. Seeing an old man leave the building to walk his dog Jude saw his best opportunity to gain entry.
Carefully he approached the old man dipping his glasses so that he could fog the man’s mind. Jude felt the slightest pang of regret as the old man’s eyes glazed over, this was a bad thing to do especially since it involved killing the dog. It was a good thing that Jude was able to bury the regret for his instincts knew that he was doing what had to be done. The target was the key and he needed a reason to get close to it. This old guy would work perfectly.
Jude followed the guy upstairs thankful that the old man lived in a fairly nice two bed apartment. It was small but that didn’t bother Jude, He wasn’t planning on staying that long. A week or two tops. Jude lay down on top of the single bed in the guest room and slipped into a deeper trance.
He could feel goodness in her, yet, still there was an underlying current of evil that confused him. Jude ran his hand through his sandy hair, what was going on? The pure crisp pull of something so sweet far outweighed the minor hint of danger, death and repulsion he felt. This wasn’t right…..it should be the other way around. Jude had to see her, to feel her and then he would decide if he should kill her or not.
The old man knocked on Jude’s door softly “You want to come for a walk to the shops?” he asked. Jude was finding himself liking the old man more and more as the hours went past.
“Sure” Jude said smiling. He had never known what it was like to have a family. Surprised by just how good it did feel. As they shut the door behind them Jude felt the target approaching. He stiffened, slowly turning so that he could see her. His heart rate slowed and his hand rested casually where his 9mm lay hidden. She was so close that it was hard to concentrate. He could feel the slightest tremor in his trigger finger as he tried to think. Then she was there. Standing right in front of him; trying to looking all innocent.
No doubt about it, she looked like her mother with that ebony black hair that was pulled back into a smooth ponytail, to the shape of her body that was somewhere between athletic and curvaceous. In that dress it was hard not to see her as a woman. Jude swallowed his throat suddenly dry. He lifted his hand from where his gun lay while continuing to stare at her. If he hadn’t known better he would have sworn that it was Lilith standing before him, but he had seen her broken, bloodied body burned before his very eyes.
“Hey there Mr. Goldstein, how are you today?” she asked cheerfully. Her voice as rich as thick syrup that made you want to… ‘Stop it!’ Jude chastised himself, for one thing he may have to kill this girl and for another thinking about her like that was just wrong. He had hunted her since her birth, just because she had aged while Jude hadn’t, didn’t make those thoughts any better. She was his prey and nothing more.
Cautiously he glanced back at his prey, catching her eyes. Jude drew a quick sharp breath. Those eyes, like liquid emeralds so green and lovely…..just like her fathers. Quickly he had to look away; she was part of the light. Her mother had not lied. Jude swallowed the hard lump in the back of his throat, forcing himself to look back up at her, but she was already gone.
He wouldn’t be telling Gabe about this, not until he was sure of what was going on. How funny it was that fate should deal him this hand Jude thought with a laugh before heading outside with the old man.
His cold blue eyes transfixed upon the decrepit old red brick apartment complex staring at it half amazed. The area reeked with the foul stench of rotten souls. Almost everyone who lived here was a lost cause, a human so far gone that darkness was the only thing that filled their heart. Jude felt his trigger finger twitch just once, as if itching to be used again. How long had it been since he had taken the life of one of the dark ones? Clearly, it had been too long if his body was responding like this.
He grabbed a semi-melted chocolate bar from the passenger seat, peeling back the foil before shoving it into his mouth. He didn’t really need to eat but he was bored. The can of warm soda that sat in the drink holder was nearly empty. He picked it up, drinking the last few drops before crushing the can and tossing it in the back. Now all there was to do was wait to see if his prey lived here like the informant had told them. Jude felt the anticipation of having to wait grating on his nerves. The sky was still dark and the wind had a bitter bite to it. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to wait long if, that was, she attended school like most teenagers did at that age. What was an hour or two here or there, nothing compared to the last seventeen years, six months and fourteen days Jude thought bitterly.
“Nothing at all” Jude hissed under his breathe, eyes now glued to the front steel cage that seemed like a pathetic attempt at security for the building. He reasoned, with mild amusement at how easy it would be to destroy the building – all he would need to start a fire would be some old paper and a piece of flint with a little gasoline to really get it going. He wondered just how quickly the fire would take hold, most likely only a matter of minutes then everyone would be trapped.
Who ever thought to hide her here had done a good job. Who would have considered to look for her packed in so tightly with such common riff raff. Certainly not anyone from the order of the light, this was not part of their jurisdiction. Even now Jude was playing with fire just by being here. Leaving this area unprotected wasn’t unlike them, they had little care for the rules or the people they governed. He glanced down at his watch it was just after four in the morning, he sighed this was going to be a long wait.
Jude touched upon the energies, trying to filter out those that were useless; finally catching the right energy. Surely, this had to be the one he was looking for. Jude tapped into the energy a little further. In his trance Jude could feel the energy. Was this the one? He was jostled straight out, as if someone had mentally pushed him out while protecting her. Jude shook his head, this was wrong!
This life force wasn’t the pure evil energy as he had expected, instead something almost innocent that cried out to him. Jude gripped the steering wheel tight, wondering just what might be going on.
His fierce blue eyes glanced back at the battered door, just waiting for an opportunity to enter without becoming detected. There were things he had to find out. Going in there all guns ablaze wouldn’t help to find her; it would only bring unwanted attention his way. This time he had to be covert, just the type of action he had been waiting for. A smile formed on Jude’s face, he might have just found his chance. Using his abilities Jude would be able to manipulate one of the buildings occupants making him believe that Jude was related to them.
Jude didn’t like to override a person’s free will but in this case he had no other choice. Seeing an old man leave the building to walk his dog Jude saw his best opportunity to gain entry.
Carefully he approached the old man dipping his glasses so that he could fog the man’s mind. Jude felt the slightest pang of regret as the old man’s eyes glazed over, this was a bad thing to do especially since it involved killing the dog. It was a good thing that Jude was able to bury the regret for his instincts knew that he was doing what had to be done. The target was the key and he needed a reason to get close to it. This old guy would work perfectly.
Jude followed the guy upstairs thankful that the old man lived in a fairly nice two bed apartment. It was small but that didn’t bother Jude, He wasn’t planning on staying that long. A week or two tops. Jude lay down on top of the single bed in the guest room and slipped into a deeper trance.
He could feel goodness in her, yet, still there was an underlying current of evil that confused him. Jude ran his hand through his sandy hair, what was going on? The pure crisp pull of something so sweet far outweighed the minor hint of danger, death and repulsion he felt. This wasn’t right…..it should be the other way around. Jude had to see her, to feel her and then he would decide if he should kill her or not.
The old man knocked on Jude’s door softly “You want to come for a walk to the shops?” he asked. Jude was finding himself liking the old man more and more as the hours went past.
“Sure” Jude said smiling. He had never known what it was like to have a family. Surprised by just how good it did feel. As they shut the door behind them Jude felt the target approaching. He stiffened, slowly turning so that he could see her. His heart rate slowed and his hand rested casually where his 9mm lay hidden. She was so close that it was hard to concentrate. He could feel the slightest tremor in his trigger finger as he tried to think. Then she was there. Standing right in front of him; trying to looking all innocent.
No doubt about it, she looked like her mother with that ebony black hair that was pulled back into a smooth ponytail, to the shape of her body that was somewhere between athletic and curvaceous. In that dress it was hard not to see her as a woman. Jude swallowed his throat suddenly dry. He lifted his hand from where his gun lay while continuing to stare at her. If he hadn’t known better he would have sworn that it was Lilith standing before him, but he had seen her broken, bloodied body burned before his very eyes.
“Hey there Mr. Goldstein, how are you today?” she asked cheerfully. Her voice as rich as thick syrup that made you want to… ‘Stop it!’ Jude chastised himself, for one thing he may have to kill this girl and for another thinking about her like that was just wrong. He had hunted her since her birth, just because she had aged while Jude hadn’t, didn’t make those thoughts any better. She was his prey and nothing more.
Cautiously he glanced back at his prey, catching her eyes. Jude drew a quick sharp breath. Those eyes, like liquid emeralds so green and lovely…..just like her fathers. Quickly he had to look away; she was part of the light. Her mother had not lied. Jude swallowed the hard lump in the back of his throat, forcing himself to look back up at her, but she was already gone.
He wouldn’t be telling Gabe about this, not until he was sure of what was going on. How funny it was that fate should deal him this hand Jude thought with a laugh before heading outside with the old man.
January 19, 2012
Karma People
I am the first to admit that I’m not perfect. My writing style is not to everyone’s taste and that is fine. Hell, even I know that I miss things when editing etc. But, lately, I have noticed that a few Authors seem to think they have the right to put down another’s work. I don’t understand that. When is it right to put someone down instead of support them? I can take constructive criticism, but if it is a just a put down, I don’t get it. And people wonder what is wrong with the world…
Why am I bringing this up, you may ask…Well, because it is one thing I just won’t ever do. I will offer constructive criticism but never will I try to belittle someone else’s hard work. Karma people! I really urge others to instead of cutting someone down maybe offer help and support. There are a lot of people out there who have a great, wonderful story to tell but maybe just not the know how to put it across the best way. Then again, maybe the way they write will appeal to others. Who knows. Writing is subjective to ones tastes. No one can tell what will be the next big thing or what might fail. We have all started out somewhere.
I am no seasoned professional but I understand what it is like to present your work to someone and to be offered criticism. Lucky for me it was actually constructive and the criticism helped me. I love improving my work and welcome it but not if you’re out to be nasty.
Why am I bringing this up, you may ask…Well, because it is one thing I just won’t ever do. I will offer constructive criticism but never will I try to belittle someone else’s hard work. Karma people! I really urge others to instead of cutting someone down maybe offer help and support. There are a lot of people out there who have a great, wonderful story to tell but maybe just not the know how to put it across the best way. Then again, maybe the way they write will appeal to others. Who knows. Writing is subjective to ones tastes. No one can tell what will be the next big thing or what might fail. We have all started out somewhere.
I am no seasoned professional but I understand what it is like to present your work to someone and to be offered criticism. Lucky for me it was actually constructive and the criticism helped me. I love improving my work and welcome it but not if you’re out to be nasty.
January 7, 2012
Free series to be a spin off :)
It is funny how things come together like that. And now as i write out plot lines I realised that Redemption is close to my Lilli Vale series....so why not make it a spin off. I mean it all fits so perfectly that maybe that was what my muse had wanted in the first place. Redemption was never meant to be the story it turned into yet as I wrote more of it everything fell into place. I remember struggling on the first day, so i went to sleep and then boom it hit and on the second it was 90% done. The Characters where there own. Everything that happened was just meant to....
Like take Uziel for instance, he is confused. He doesn't want the trouble of human company yet unbeknown to him he yearns for it and for love. So he comes off confused and maybe a little stalkerish. He knows how to act around humans but it has been so long he forgets things.....Now on day one he was never going to be like that, the guy I wanted was going to be funny and sexy and have loads of charisma....but what I wanted didn't seem to matter lol. Now he is perfect for where the story is heading.
Adele was meant to be sassy and kick ass with loads of crazy attitude. What we have is a girl who is trying to make a better life, she is still very unsure with herself and wants to please everyone even if it means it hurts her. I am hoping book two will help her with these issues. She seems so different to Lilli (from the Lilli vale series) but if you look deeper i think you can see the similarities between them.
Now while I wait to hear back from a publisher about the Lilli vale book 1 title Death Lilli and also about my Love and magic book series I have figured I can afford to give Adele and Uziel some more of my time and see how far i can get with book two. In all honesty it is the editing that kills me, try as I might I know I miss things and I am sorry about that! It is also the one thing that takes the longest for me to do. I can write 10k word in a day but it takes me over a week to edit that same amount of writing :(.....so stay tuned! When I know what is going on with Death Lilli I will let you all know but until then enjoy the Free books xox
Rebecca
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/...
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecc...
Like take Uziel for instance, he is confused. He doesn't want the trouble of human company yet unbeknown to him he yearns for it and for love. So he comes off confused and maybe a little stalkerish. He knows how to act around humans but it has been so long he forgets things.....Now on day one he was never going to be like that, the guy I wanted was going to be funny and sexy and have loads of charisma....but what I wanted didn't seem to matter lol. Now he is perfect for where the story is heading.
Adele was meant to be sassy and kick ass with loads of crazy attitude. What we have is a girl who is trying to make a better life, she is still very unsure with herself and wants to please everyone even if it means it hurts her. I am hoping book two will help her with these issues. She seems so different to Lilli (from the Lilli vale series) but if you look deeper i think you can see the similarities between them.
Now while I wait to hear back from a publisher about the Lilli vale book 1 title Death Lilli and also about my Love and magic book series I have figured I can afford to give Adele and Uziel some more of my time and see how far i can get with book two. In all honesty it is the editing that kills me, try as I might I know I miss things and I am sorry about that! It is also the one thing that takes the longest for me to do. I can write 10k word in a day but it takes me over a week to edit that same amount of writing :(.....so stay tuned! When I know what is going on with Death Lilli I will let you all know but until then enjoy the Free books xox
Rebecca
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/...
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecc...
January 3, 2012
What is install for 2012 (getting excited)
OK so the New year has barely ticked over and I am already excited and jumping on the computer to type away despite my pinched neck nerve which is playing up. Yesterday I sat down and decided to make myself a project list containing very rough plot lines of work i want completed in 2012. Some i have started, while others will have to wait until mid-year before I work on them. I believe it is important to have goals, to project them to the universe and to seek help with attaining them. My goals are of course to see more pieces of my work in print whether ebook or paperback. I truly don't mind it just brings me pleasure to know i have touched someone.
So here I am sharing my projects for 2012. (hoping now that they are known I will have to complete them lol) These are not in any order BTW.
Adult fiction all genres
1. Love and magic book 2-- novella--- will see Gwendolyn betrayed by someone dear to her. One of the premonitions from book one will come true. Magnus will find out that the Seelie court is just as bad as the Unseelie prompting him to act up.
2. Claire the naughty librarian--short stories series--- Our submissive librarian wakes up to find her sexy cop neighbour gone and avoiding her. She wonders what is going on and figures she should forget about him...but this is only the beginning between them and some lessons are worth learning.
3. Girl serial killer--novella, novel, maybe series?---A woman haunted by her past seeks out death but is instead changed into a siren. Now she has the ability to lure men to there death. She become addicted to revenge and torturing men because of all that she had been through.
4. Selkie---novel 1 off--- A male silkie is returning to land after shedding his skin and the terrible guilt over leaving his last love behind. 7 yrs had passed and she is gone. He meets another and is terrified that he will loss her too. Torn between the love of the sea and the girl. Could have bad ending...unsure which way to go!
Young Adult project list for 2012
1. Lilli Vale series---borderline adult age 16+----novel series----Lilli thought she had been rescued but now finds herself trapped. Gabe is after her to kill her only things don't turn out that way. Levi comes back and stirs everything up as he fights to save her. Jude is stuck as the best friend but he is going to try and change that!
2. freebie story ---- age 15+---short, novella, series?----Adele finds a house to rent at a great price the only thing is that the owner is a little weird. Uziel want to save her, but first he need to train her. Adele didn't know what she was getting into but now it is clear and she has a choice to make...which way will she go?
3 The centaur---13+---novella---A centaur is chased from the other world by goblins who are working with human hunters. He seeks shelter in a barn belonging to a teen girl and her mother. the girl helps him.
4. Sirens---15+---novella series---A girl on the eve of her 17th birthday finds out she is a siren and can get males to do whatever she wants. She also has other responsibilities, like underworld stuff etc. During her last year of high school she fights with the urges to use her powers against the boys....think funny...comical...up and downs.
So there it is. My aims set out hopefully outlining just enough to give you all an idea without giving anything away. I have started book two of Love and Magic, book two of Lilli vale and the freebie so things are looking good at this stage. If you would like to share your thoughts on these ideas I welcome you to. Throughout the year (no doubt) I will post little snippets of pieces I love, hate or just don't know what to do with.....so stay tuned. For now I thank you and had better get back to it because now that I look at it I am a little daunted but the amount of writing that is need to get done LOL. Take care xoxo Rebecca
So here I am sharing my projects for 2012. (hoping now that they are known I will have to complete them lol) These are not in any order BTW.
Adult fiction all genres
1. Love and magic book 2-- novella--- will see Gwendolyn betrayed by someone dear to her. One of the premonitions from book one will come true. Magnus will find out that the Seelie court is just as bad as the Unseelie prompting him to act up.
2. Claire the naughty librarian--short stories series--- Our submissive librarian wakes up to find her sexy cop neighbour gone and avoiding her. She wonders what is going on and figures she should forget about him...but this is only the beginning between them and some lessons are worth learning.
3. Girl serial killer--novella, novel, maybe series?---A woman haunted by her past seeks out death but is instead changed into a siren. Now she has the ability to lure men to there death. She become addicted to revenge and torturing men because of all that she had been through.
4. Selkie---novel 1 off--- A male silkie is returning to land after shedding his skin and the terrible guilt over leaving his last love behind. 7 yrs had passed and she is gone. He meets another and is terrified that he will loss her too. Torn between the love of the sea and the girl. Could have bad ending...unsure which way to go!
Young Adult project list for 2012
1. Lilli Vale series---borderline adult age 16+----novel series----Lilli thought she had been rescued but now finds herself trapped. Gabe is after her to kill her only things don't turn out that way. Levi comes back and stirs everything up as he fights to save her. Jude is stuck as the best friend but he is going to try and change that!
2. freebie story ---- age 15+---short, novella, series?----Adele finds a house to rent at a great price the only thing is that the owner is a little weird. Uziel want to save her, but first he need to train her. Adele didn't know what she was getting into but now it is clear and she has a choice to make...which way will she go?
3 The centaur---13+---novella---A centaur is chased from the other world by goblins who are working with human hunters. He seeks shelter in a barn belonging to a teen girl and her mother. the girl helps him.
4. Sirens---15+---novella series---A girl on the eve of her 17th birthday finds out she is a siren and can get males to do whatever she wants. She also has other responsibilities, like underworld stuff etc. During her last year of high school she fights with the urges to use her powers against the boys....think funny...comical...up and downs.
So there it is. My aims set out hopefully outlining just enough to give you all an idea without giving anything away. I have started book two of Love and Magic, book two of Lilli vale and the freebie so things are looking good at this stage. If you would like to share your thoughts on these ideas I welcome you to. Throughout the year (no doubt) I will post little snippets of pieces I love, hate or just don't know what to do with.....so stay tuned. For now I thank you and had better get back to it because now that I look at it I am a little daunted but the amount of writing that is need to get done LOL. Take care xoxo Rebecca
December 31, 2011
remembering how it started
The last year has been one of discovery. It saw me start Uni and more importantly it saw me launch my professional writing career. The first six month of 2011 I was busy compiling as many stories as i could while also struggling to finish my first manuscript that I had started in 6mths earlier.
There were so many times where i thought all of my writing was crap and that I was wasting my time. That was until the Facebook page for Firefly and Wisp publishing came to the rescue. They put up various writing exercises that i entered time and time again. Firefly and Wisp Publishers and Authors kind of took me under their wings and help encourage me to keep going. It gave me hope that just maybe I wasn't wasting my time after all.
With their kind words and support I changed my major from psy to englit and began to focus more solely on writing. Mid year I entered one of there writing contests and before I knew it I was being published in one of their anthologies. Funny how the kindness of strangers can change your life if you allow yourself to believe. Now I have two short stories in their anthologies and many more pieces of writing i have submitted.
My Facebook fan page has been a little neglected, same with my twitter account, as i focused myself to finish projects i had started. So now I am hoping to create some hype by offering a few copies of my finished works to those who would be interested in reading what i have been trying to create. I have learnt that I need to be a little more proactive in my page to keep people interested in what I am doing. The hardest thing is knowing how to do that. Sometimes it is hard for me to ask for help when I am unsure how to go about it. One thing I know is that my blog is slowly growing and for that I am very thankful. I would like to offer those who choose to read and follow my blog or follow me on twitter the same opportunity as my facebook fan have. There are two copies of each of my stories available in pdf file. All I am asking is that you provide me with a little feedback and if you like it to help me spark a little interest in the story. I will post short synopsis of each story and if you email me at rnolanwriter@hotmail.com you could find yourself with a copy :). It is one of the best ways I can think of saying Thank-you to you all!
First is titled Death Lilli, it is approx 64k words.
From the very first day Lilli was born she has had death knocking at her door. Now, eighteen years on and death is once more seeking her out. A long time ago it claimed her mother and now it has struck once more, this time claiming people Lilli was close to. Her world is upside down. Was it her fault that Mr Goldstein and her beloved Grandmamma had died? The very thought putting Lilli into a self-...induced catatonic state. No longer did she wish to live. Lucky for Lilli her Uncle Stewart had an idea. Packing up everything he decides to take her back to the place where it all started, back to Paradise End. The town and its people are like a breath of fresh air for Lilli. She begins to feel alive again. The only problem for Lilli is this town might be the very place where she will die.
Second is titled Love and Magic, it is approx 23k words.
Gwendolyn dreams of the future, the only problem is once she awakes it is soon forgotten. On the eve of being selected to attend one of the coven's most important meetings Gwendolyn dreams she will meet her soul mate but……he's a werewolf and she can’t remember a thing about the dream.
The meeting changes everything as Gwendolyn struggles with love, lust and dodging death. She is torn between Magnus the cheeky handsome Faery and Alcott the frustrating but sexy werewolf. Will her dream ring true or was it just a fluke that was fated never to happen.
There were so many times where i thought all of my writing was crap and that I was wasting my time. That was until the Facebook page for Firefly and Wisp publishing came to the rescue. They put up various writing exercises that i entered time and time again. Firefly and Wisp Publishers and Authors kind of took me under their wings and help encourage me to keep going. It gave me hope that just maybe I wasn't wasting my time after all.
With their kind words and support I changed my major from psy to englit and began to focus more solely on writing. Mid year I entered one of there writing contests and before I knew it I was being published in one of their anthologies. Funny how the kindness of strangers can change your life if you allow yourself to believe. Now I have two short stories in their anthologies and many more pieces of writing i have submitted.
My Facebook fan page has been a little neglected, same with my twitter account, as i focused myself to finish projects i had started. So now I am hoping to create some hype by offering a few copies of my finished works to those who would be interested in reading what i have been trying to create. I have learnt that I need to be a little more proactive in my page to keep people interested in what I am doing. The hardest thing is knowing how to do that. Sometimes it is hard for me to ask for help when I am unsure how to go about it. One thing I know is that my blog is slowly growing and for that I am very thankful. I would like to offer those who choose to read and follow my blog or follow me on twitter the same opportunity as my facebook fan have. There are two copies of each of my stories available in pdf file. All I am asking is that you provide me with a little feedback and if you like it to help me spark a little interest in the story. I will post short synopsis of each story and if you email me at rnolanwriter@hotmail.com you could find yourself with a copy :). It is one of the best ways I can think of saying Thank-you to you all!
First is titled Death Lilli, it is approx 64k words.
From the very first day Lilli was born she has had death knocking at her door. Now, eighteen years on and death is once more seeking her out. A long time ago it claimed her mother and now it has struck once more, this time claiming people Lilli was close to. Her world is upside down. Was it her fault that Mr Goldstein and her beloved Grandmamma had died? The very thought putting Lilli into a self-...induced catatonic state. No longer did she wish to live. Lucky for Lilli her Uncle Stewart had an idea. Packing up everything he decides to take her back to the place where it all started, back to Paradise End. The town and its people are like a breath of fresh air for Lilli. She begins to feel alive again. The only problem for Lilli is this town might be the very place where she will die.
Second is titled Love and Magic, it is approx 23k words.
Gwendolyn dreams of the future, the only problem is once she awakes it is soon forgotten. On the eve of being selected to attend one of the coven's most important meetings Gwendolyn dreams she will meet her soul mate but……he's a werewolf and she can’t remember a thing about the dream.
The meeting changes everything as Gwendolyn struggles with love, lust and dodging death. She is torn between Magnus the cheeky handsome Faery and Alcott the frustrating but sexy werewolf. Will her dream ring true or was it just a fluke that was fated never to happen.
December 11, 2011
finished so now what?
Omg it is done...one novel written, edited all in one year. The relief of knowing that there is nothing I can do as the creator is almost an intoxicating feeling. Am I sad that the manuscript is finished? The answer is no...I am OK with it and in the new year I will see the characters Lilli, Levi and some of the rest in book number two.
I wish i could say more but the twists and turns of book number one mean that i need to stay tight lipped about the next in the series. All in all i am deeply in love with the ending. The only problem is whether the story is truly a young adult or just an adult fiction. There is some sex and violence which leaves me to wonder just what category it might best be suited for. Either way I am happy with the finished product. It is nothing like anything I have read (Thank god) and I love to read!
The next phase is the scary one....finding a publisher. I have one who i have had two stories so far published with.....but as they say you just never know. The fear of rejection is great but it is something to also be expected. I guess that is the good thing about being a writer....if your story doesn't get picked up it is really not that big of a deal for you can always self-publish it. I only problem is the self-promotion that goes with self-publication :(.
I wish i could say more but the twists and turns of book number one mean that i need to stay tight lipped about the next in the series. All in all i am deeply in love with the ending. The only problem is whether the story is truly a young adult or just an adult fiction. There is some sex and violence which leaves me to wonder just what category it might best be suited for. Either way I am happy with the finished product. It is nothing like anything I have read (Thank god) and I love to read!
The next phase is the scary one....finding a publisher. I have one who i have had two stories so far published with.....but as they say you just never know. The fear of rejection is great but it is something to also be expected. I guess that is the good thing about being a writer....if your story doesn't get picked up it is really not that big of a deal for you can always self-publish it. I only problem is the self-promotion that goes with self-publication :(.
November 28, 2011
writing what you know can be hard!
Why is it that the one thing I understand best is the one thing that is so hard to write. Locked up emotions are hard to unleash. Yet, here i am unleashing them and hoping that it won't come back and bite me.
first of all i wish to point out that even though my life has been far from perfect I wouldn't change any of it at all. For today I can sit here and say I am one lucky girl. My life is great!
But it has not always been that way. Only eleven years ago I was a girl in a lot of trouble, I had a boyfriend who even though i had thought of him being my prince turned out to be the villian. Now it isnt like he is a bad person in fact since we have been away from one another we both have very healthy relationships with our partners, but when we are together it is like some kind of liquid explosive. When together we destory one another. Now i am going to be writing a FICTION story based around that. Fingers crossed that it all works into one great story!
first of all i wish to point out that even though my life has been far from perfect I wouldn't change any of it at all. For today I can sit here and say I am one lucky girl. My life is great!
But it has not always been that way. Only eleven years ago I was a girl in a lot of trouble, I had a boyfriend who even though i had thought of him being my prince turned out to be the villian. Now it isnt like he is a bad person in fact since we have been away from one another we both have very healthy relationships with our partners, but when we are together it is like some kind of liquid explosive. When together we destory one another. Now i am going to be writing a FICTION story based around that. Fingers crossed that it all works into one great story!
November 5, 2011
YA Fiction i have been working on for a while.
“I have some news that I think you should sit down for.” The Doctor said to us, tears welled in my eyes.
“The last time I was told to sit down, I was told that my grandmother had been attacked and was in the hospital…so as you can imagine I don’t want to sit down. I want to know if she will be alright. I want to know when we can go home. That is what I want. Not to sit back down. I am over sitting down.” I glowered at him, fed up with everything.
“Very well then” he answered. “Your Grandmamma is brain dead.” He said it as if we should have been expecting the news. “The damage to her brain was just too substantial. Even after we went in to release the pressure, there was no change, if anything she is worse.”
“You must be mistaken…… My Grandmamma is not brain dead, I would know if she were.” I yelled the words not caring who heard.
“I am sorry Miss, I really am, but now is the time to gather your family and say good-bye.” The doctor’s voice was so disconnected, that it infuriated me. Couldn’t he see that he was wrong?
“You are wrong. She will be fine, you’ll see.”
The doctor looked at me, those large eyes filled with pity as he shook his head.
“Lilli. Sweetie.” Stewart whispered almost choking on the words as he fought back his own pain. I could sense that he was giving up on her because of what the doctor had told us. Anger built up inside of me, he didn’t know how strong she was.
“No.” I declared. “He is wrong Stewart. She isn’t brain dead.” pointing my finger at the doctor. Jude joined us, placing a hand around my waist to draw me closer to him, but I pushed him away, I was too angry to be comforted.
“Find me another doctor……Now.” I screamed. All three of them took a step back from me like I would explode. “I want another doctor. One who knows what they are doing.”
“Miss, you can ask as many doctors as you like but they will agree with me. Your Grandmother is no longer responsive and without the assistance of these machines she would be completely dead.”
“The last time I was told to sit down, I was told that my grandmother had been attacked and was in the hospital…so as you can imagine I don’t want to sit down. I want to know if she will be alright. I want to know when we can go home. That is what I want. Not to sit back down. I am over sitting down.” I glowered at him, fed up with everything.
“Very well then” he answered. “Your Grandmamma is brain dead.” He said it as if we should have been expecting the news. “The damage to her brain was just too substantial. Even after we went in to release the pressure, there was no change, if anything she is worse.”
“You must be mistaken…… My Grandmamma is not brain dead, I would know if she were.” I yelled the words not caring who heard.
“I am sorry Miss, I really am, but now is the time to gather your family and say good-bye.” The doctor’s voice was so disconnected, that it infuriated me. Couldn’t he see that he was wrong?
“You are wrong. She will be fine, you’ll see.”
The doctor looked at me, those large eyes filled with pity as he shook his head.
“Lilli. Sweetie.” Stewart whispered almost choking on the words as he fought back his own pain. I could sense that he was giving up on her because of what the doctor had told us. Anger built up inside of me, he didn’t know how strong she was.
“No.” I declared. “He is wrong Stewart. She isn’t brain dead.” pointing my finger at the doctor. Jude joined us, placing a hand around my waist to draw me closer to him, but I pushed him away, I was too angry to be comforted.
“Find me another doctor……Now.” I screamed. All three of them took a step back from me like I would explode. “I want another doctor. One who knows what they are doing.”
“Miss, you can ask as many doctors as you like but they will agree with me. Your Grandmother is no longer responsive and without the assistance of these machines she would be completely dead.”
