R.C. Murphy's Blog, page 7

Dumb as a Brick

Last week, I had all these grand plans.

Finish��all my editing clients’ first rounds:��Done

Write��All The Words:��Kinda . . . .��

Review��All The Shows:��HA!

Schedule book promo posts:��Halfway there. I think.

Blog four times a week:��You were serious about some of these?

Needless to say, my lofty goals were not met on some of the to-do list items from last week. Looking at what I’d written, it honestly wasn’t beyond my��capabilities to tackle everything with a little breathing room—maybe even rew...

Repeat After Me

There’s no such thing as a throw-away idea.

Got it? Good.

What? You’re confused? Fine, I’ll explain. *dons smart-looking writer’s cap*

In the course of planning and writing (slowly) the final book in my vampire trilogy, I’ve discovered something I find hilarious. Some of the details I thought would never amount to anything in��Be Ours Forever��ended up being huge parts of the other books. For instance, I tossed in a line about Caius’ cabin in the woods in BOF. That cabin, mentioned only once in...

Shite You Should be Watching

Over the course of the last few years, I’ve discovered something interesting about my day job—it’s a lot easier if I keep up with television and movies. No, I’m not talking about the writing or editing jobs, or even the zombie slaying gig. When it comes to working with ZSC Entertainment, I kinda-sorta have to know who all these actors are. Not just the ones we represent, either. You’d choke on your tongue knowing half the people we accidentally run into (or are run over by) at almost every co...

…Also, Don’t Punch Washing Machines

I wish this were a deep, insightful post or even something funny to snicker at for a few minutes before you all return to actual work. Nope. You get this. My insight: punching a washing machine hurts like hell.

Originally I wanted to blog something writerly. A bit of advice that’d get your creative juices flowing or give you a peek into how weird a writer’s life can be. That is, after all, the reason this blog exists. But as I stared at the damn cursor, I drew a giant blank. After twenty minut...

Podcast-Thingie: Failed Beauty

Sometimes I get good ideas.

Most times, I don’t. This is a stunning case of what happens when I don’t vent my creative mind and hit max capacity.

Don’t drink anything while listening. Honest. I won’t be blamed for ruined keyboards. Also, profanity and weird sex stuff. Yeah, things got strangein the new year.

Don’t believe me? Click here to listen to the proof.

The War on Underwear

Or rather, under garments. Namely, bras.

I detest wearing bras.

Up until recently, they were a required part of planning an outfit. Otherwise, the gods knew whatthe girls would do given to their own devices and gravity’s puckish personality. To be honest, I didn’t trust the bitches to not make me look like a fool. Then weight loss, exercise, yada, yada, yada . . . . And one afternoon as I’m tossing on whatever clothes my hand hits—because I’m woefully close on time to walkthe couple blocks to p...

If I Must . . . .

I didn’t want to do it, but this is totally a cop-out post. Yup. A New Year’s pandering bullshit post. But if I don’t post it, there will be no one to hold me accountable for these promises I’m making to myself. They’re not resolutions–I haven’t made those in ten years and don’t plan to. Resolutions are empty words. Pretty things we tell ourselves to make the end-of-year stress pay off in some way. Resolutions come from guilt. Guilt and I are old pals. It’s been my goal to say goodbye to it a...

Ded of Cute

Obviously we’ve all just finished the marathon that is preparing for Christmas, or whatever your respective winter solstice time holiday may be. Normally, Christmas is one week of stress-cleaning , back-breaking late-night wrapping sessions, and worry that the boy-child won’t like any of his gifts. Yes, he’s reached the picky stage. I’m doomed.

But there was a port in the storm . . . which was actually the beginning of another small, furry storm.

My mother got the wild idea to let me adopt a pu...

Podcast-Thingie: Not a Role Model

Oh look, I found my words. An evil sea hag–with incredible breasts–traded me a month’s supply of tea for my voice. Until she popped the lid on the Tupperware container she’d put it in and actually listened to what I sound like. Needless to say, I got a refund and didn’t have to return the tea.

Good thing. She would’ve had to accept my pee. I drank all the tea in the house struggling to make it through the holidays in one piece. One trembling, completely batshit piece of babbling idiot. Winter...

Chicken Scratch

Back in June, I spent a lovely–if not a tad toasty–weekend in Phoenix, AZ with my publisher, Jinxie, at Phoenix Comic Con. At the end of the long weekend, there was still a fewbooks on the table with my name on them.

Light bulb.

I grabbed a pen and defaced every single copy left in Jinxie’s stock. Okay, not in a bad way. I signed those bitches and suffered a sore hand for the rest of the day. It was worth sporting a claw-like paw on the flight home. Why? Because not every reader can make it to...