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February 6, 2013
Bonus Scene - Kai and Wes BUT SPOILER(ish) IF YOU'RE NOT PAST CHAPTER 2.
Hey, guys, thank you so much for your reviews and taking the time to friend me on Goodreads! I'm a little behind and playing catch up, but I'm getting to them. I will NOT leave you in friendship purgatory!
You guys keep buying "Documentary" and I'm sure the $0.99 price isn't hurting. So here's a bonus scene for ya, from Kai's (3rd person) POV! It was supposed to be longer, but Temple Run 2, Ruzzle and Zombie Road Trip happened last night. Nothing particularly juicy, but Wes and Kai's friendship is pretty much my favorite thing ever (even though I didn't get to write about it as much).
Expect more scenes to come between them. There's one coming from Kai's POV at Velvet
If you haven't read "Documentary" or you're not past Chapter 2, it's probably not a good idea to read this.
I'm serious.
For real.
Okay:
This takes place after Kai interviews Dylan:
“What’s her name?” Wes Elliott said, lilting.
Kai White shifted his gaze from the open back of the Land Rover to his friend as he approached. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve known you forever, dude. Whatever this is…” Wes waved his hand at him as if Kai were part of some sort of display. “…There’s a chick you like attached to it.”
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” Kai frowned, wishing Wes were wrong, and he tried to look as confused as possible. “What am I doing?” Wes tossed him a black duffel, and Kai threw it into the car before closing the back.
The paparazzi were flitting around near Wes and Abel’s house in Venice, calling Kai’s name and snapping photos of him, and it was taking a staggering amount of willpower not to scream at them. This was one of the things he hated most about his life, and most of the time he ignored it, but he had been on edge with them since the nightclub fight. And how could a picture of him packing up for a weekend trip be worth any money? But a picture of Kamikaze Kai, raging at a photographer, would be worth tons more, so he would keep calm.
Wes flipped Kai’s baseball cap off his head and caught it before it hit the ground. With a growl of annoyance, Kai snatched it back and pulled it down on his head. “Huntington is an hour away, dude. Is this how it’s going to be the whole ride?”
“Someone’s touchy…” Wes chuckled and put his hands up defensively. “Broody Kai means she’s really hot...and unavailable.”
Kai didn’t really want to go to Huntington Beach, but Wes needed a wingman for a surfing event, and without a doubt there would be party in Orange County. He needed to clear his head for a few days, needed to stop thinking about Dylan Carroll. He was setting himself up for disappointment otherwise. For days, since interviewing her for a film job, he had wanted to call her, but he knew if he did, he would ask her out. Inviting her down to Huntington Beach had been an option he had considered. He just hadn’t been able to think up a good excuse other than really, really wanting to see her again. It was wrong to hit on her; things could get messy, especially because she seemed perfect for the position, and he was sure that his manager would hire her. With his tour so close, it was better to stick with girls who wanted to date him to piss their dads off or who wanted to indulge in mythical rock star sex. The attachment never went farther than the initial attraction and the whirlwind few weeks that followed, and he knew that going in, so emotional distance was easy.
He was willing to put money on it that Dylan was the kind of a girl who could only be emotionally available, and they were the worst kind, the true heartbreakers. They found a way to dig through the slush of his damage, and that’s when he would really start to care. But then they would realize that there was no way back up to the surface; no family for them to meet, no Christmases ‘round the fire or Thanksgiving vacations to Grandma’s. So they ran…and usually took pieces of his heart with them.
He knew better, he knew to stay away, but curiosity about her was sinking in. No mention of wanting an autograph or wanting to hang out with him after the interview or asking for his phone number. Even some of the people who worked at the record company asked for favors unrelated to work. She had just let him walk her back to campus. He had genuinely wanted to, but it was also a test to see if she would take advantage of the opportunity and her access to him. Would she want to parade him around campus for people to see? He had waited for something during the short walk. He always gave people everything, and the ones who took it were never really there for him in the first place. But she hadn’t wanted anything.
She was nice and gorgeous, he thought. The guy she was going to that Screwing Dance with would fall for her. They’d probably be dating by the time the tour started. Girls that cool were never single or they weren’t for very long. He flexed his jaw. The thought angered him a little; he was jealous. He had barely registered a little more than a heart rate increase when his ex of a few years, Yeardley, had broken up with him. He had been sad then, but he had been sadder about losing the familiarity and comfort of their relationship more so than losing her. He barely knew Dylan, so there was no way this was going to end well for him.
“I’m not brooding. I’m just wondering what I’m going to do for the next sixty minutes to prevent me from strangling you, and since you’re driving, it would mean I would die, too. I should download a game on my phone.”
“Abel said when he got back last night you were up writing. We all know what’s really happening when you’re writing…”
Kai smirked at his friend and maintained his poker face. “Yeah. Working. That’s how I afford my lifestyle, Wesley. All of us don’t get to play in water all day.”
Wes wasn’t convinced. He shook his head. “Not to mention all the groupie pussy you turned down last night at Crush…”
“You know I hate when you use that word, right?” They both turned toward the voice; it belonged to Charlotte, Wes’ cousin. She was the spitting image of him, feminized. Charlotte had straight, long blond hair, light blue eyes and a perpetual tan glowing against her short black dress. She was really skinny but had been curvier before moving out to L.A. Recently, she had invested in implants courtesy of her savings account for school. Now she was crashing at Wes’ place to make up the difference while she attended UCLA. Char was probably objectively gorgeous, but all Kai ever saw was Wes and his twin brother Abel when he looked at her, which was good because, with certainty he knew, Wes would’ve beat him to death for seeing her in any other way. Everyone else’s female relatives were fine to defile, but anyone related to him was apparently off-limits until the end of time.
“Are you coming with us?” Wes asked, slinging his arm over her shoulders when she reached them. Kai’s gaze drifted down the lengths of her body, pausing on her chest and exposed legs momentarily. Her gaze volleyed Kai, and the tiniest smile settled on her lips. Kai pressed out an awkward grin back, slightly ashamed at having been caught checking her out. Okay, so maybe he didn’t completely see Wes and Abel, but this was still Charlotte Elliott. Just looking, no touching.
“Yeah. My friend, Abby, lives down there. Gonna crash with her,” Charlotte said, leaving Wes’ side momentarily to hand her bag to Kai. “So, what’s this about groupies?”
“Nothing, and that’s the problem. Kai is hopelessly devoted to some chick he won’t tell me about,” Wes said, laughing. He aimed narrowed and suspicious eyes at Kai. “I would think after dating Yeardley for so long you would want to see what all you were missing out on before you jumped back into something.”
“Believe it or not, cuz, but some people don’t think sex is a free-for-all. Sometimes, we like it with just people we care about,” Charlotte explained, shooting a supportive smile at Kai, but there was a flirtatious undercurrent flowing behind her eyes. Oh boy. “Even though, Kai, you did miss out on a lot of girls who weren’t bitches. A lot. Some you really would’ve liked.”
“Hey!” Kai said, offended. His friends were never going to let him live down Yeardley.
“Lee’s a bitch, Kai. Bitch adjacent on her good days,” Charlotte continued without any sign of guilt. She shrugged. “Does this one at least retract her claws amongst pleasant company?”
After a sigh, Kai tried to present a more adamant tone than before. “There’s no girl, guys.”
“Bullshit,” Wes fired back as he tossed his keys into the air. Kai didn’t need someone else’s thoughts meshing with his and confusing things further. And certainly not Wes Elliott’s. He wasn’t about to plummet down that rabbit hole of debauchery.
“Is that new?” Kai, leaning against the back of the SUV, ticked his chin up at the tattoo peeking out from beneath Wes’ black tank top. It was some dark-colored impish creature with fangs sprawled out just below his left collarbone.
“Would you like for me to strip my shirt off so you can see it better? Jesus, White, you’re choosing checking me out over talking about this? Must be serious.”
“Leave him alone, Wes.” Charlotte pouted and slipped her arm around Kai’s torso and hugged him closer to her. This would make for an effortless change of subject. Kai shot a defiant grin at Wes, pulling Charlotte against his body, as he watched his expression morph from jovial to disgusted. It was perfect.
Wes grimaced and he shook his head. “No. NO. Don’t use that brooding shit on Char, dude. It’s time to go. Char, you’re up front with me.” He pried the two of them apart and pulled Charlotte toward the passenger side of the car. “Let the rock star sit in the back alone. And you’re going straight to Abby’s. You’re not about to ruin my weekend because a bunch of horny surfers are all over you.”
Charlotte turned back once to look at Kai and winked. “No one’s weekend is going to be ruined. I have a feeling it’s going to be amazing.”
You guys keep buying "Documentary" and I'm sure the $0.99 price isn't hurting. So here's a bonus scene for ya, from Kai's (3rd person) POV! It was supposed to be longer, but Temple Run 2, Ruzzle and Zombie Road Trip happened last night. Nothing particularly juicy, but Wes and Kai's friendship is pretty much my favorite thing ever (even though I didn't get to write about it as much).
Expect more scenes to come between them. There's one coming from Kai's POV at Velvet
If you haven't read "Documentary" or you're not past Chapter 2, it's probably not a good idea to read this.
I'm serious.
For real.
Okay:
This takes place after Kai interviews Dylan:
“What’s her name?” Wes Elliott said, lilting.
Kai White shifted his gaze from the open back of the Land Rover to his friend as he approached. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve known you forever, dude. Whatever this is…” Wes waved his hand at him as if Kai were part of some sort of display. “…There’s a chick you like attached to it.”
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” Kai frowned, wishing Wes were wrong, and he tried to look as confused as possible. “What am I doing?” Wes tossed him a black duffel, and Kai threw it into the car before closing the back.
The paparazzi were flitting around near Wes and Abel’s house in Venice, calling Kai’s name and snapping photos of him, and it was taking a staggering amount of willpower not to scream at them. This was one of the things he hated most about his life, and most of the time he ignored it, but he had been on edge with them since the nightclub fight. And how could a picture of him packing up for a weekend trip be worth any money? But a picture of Kamikaze Kai, raging at a photographer, would be worth tons more, so he would keep calm.
Wes flipped Kai’s baseball cap off his head and caught it before it hit the ground. With a growl of annoyance, Kai snatched it back and pulled it down on his head. “Huntington is an hour away, dude. Is this how it’s going to be the whole ride?”
“Someone’s touchy…” Wes chuckled and put his hands up defensively. “Broody Kai means she’s really hot...and unavailable.”
Kai didn’t really want to go to Huntington Beach, but Wes needed a wingman for a surfing event, and without a doubt there would be party in Orange County. He needed to clear his head for a few days, needed to stop thinking about Dylan Carroll. He was setting himself up for disappointment otherwise. For days, since interviewing her for a film job, he had wanted to call her, but he knew if he did, he would ask her out. Inviting her down to Huntington Beach had been an option he had considered. He just hadn’t been able to think up a good excuse other than really, really wanting to see her again. It was wrong to hit on her; things could get messy, especially because she seemed perfect for the position, and he was sure that his manager would hire her. With his tour so close, it was better to stick with girls who wanted to date him to piss their dads off or who wanted to indulge in mythical rock star sex. The attachment never went farther than the initial attraction and the whirlwind few weeks that followed, and he knew that going in, so emotional distance was easy.
He was willing to put money on it that Dylan was the kind of a girl who could only be emotionally available, and they were the worst kind, the true heartbreakers. They found a way to dig through the slush of his damage, and that’s when he would really start to care. But then they would realize that there was no way back up to the surface; no family for them to meet, no Christmases ‘round the fire or Thanksgiving vacations to Grandma’s. So they ran…and usually took pieces of his heart with them.
He knew better, he knew to stay away, but curiosity about her was sinking in. No mention of wanting an autograph or wanting to hang out with him after the interview or asking for his phone number. Even some of the people who worked at the record company asked for favors unrelated to work. She had just let him walk her back to campus. He had genuinely wanted to, but it was also a test to see if she would take advantage of the opportunity and her access to him. Would she want to parade him around campus for people to see? He had waited for something during the short walk. He always gave people everything, and the ones who took it were never really there for him in the first place. But she hadn’t wanted anything.
She was nice and gorgeous, he thought. The guy she was going to that Screwing Dance with would fall for her. They’d probably be dating by the time the tour started. Girls that cool were never single or they weren’t for very long. He flexed his jaw. The thought angered him a little; he was jealous. He had barely registered a little more than a heart rate increase when his ex of a few years, Yeardley, had broken up with him. He had been sad then, but he had been sadder about losing the familiarity and comfort of their relationship more so than losing her. He barely knew Dylan, so there was no way this was going to end well for him.
“I’m not brooding. I’m just wondering what I’m going to do for the next sixty minutes to prevent me from strangling you, and since you’re driving, it would mean I would die, too. I should download a game on my phone.”
“Abel said when he got back last night you were up writing. We all know what’s really happening when you’re writing…”
Kai smirked at his friend and maintained his poker face. “Yeah. Working. That’s how I afford my lifestyle, Wesley. All of us don’t get to play in water all day.”
Wes wasn’t convinced. He shook his head. “Not to mention all the groupie pussy you turned down last night at Crush…”
“You know I hate when you use that word, right?” They both turned toward the voice; it belonged to Charlotte, Wes’ cousin. She was the spitting image of him, feminized. Charlotte had straight, long blond hair, light blue eyes and a perpetual tan glowing against her short black dress. She was really skinny but had been curvier before moving out to L.A. Recently, she had invested in implants courtesy of her savings account for school. Now she was crashing at Wes’ place to make up the difference while she attended UCLA. Char was probably objectively gorgeous, but all Kai ever saw was Wes and his twin brother Abel when he looked at her, which was good because, with certainty he knew, Wes would’ve beat him to death for seeing her in any other way. Everyone else’s female relatives were fine to defile, but anyone related to him was apparently off-limits until the end of time.
“Are you coming with us?” Wes asked, slinging his arm over her shoulders when she reached them. Kai’s gaze drifted down the lengths of her body, pausing on her chest and exposed legs momentarily. Her gaze volleyed Kai, and the tiniest smile settled on her lips. Kai pressed out an awkward grin back, slightly ashamed at having been caught checking her out. Okay, so maybe he didn’t completely see Wes and Abel, but this was still Charlotte Elliott. Just looking, no touching.
“Yeah. My friend, Abby, lives down there. Gonna crash with her,” Charlotte said, leaving Wes’ side momentarily to hand her bag to Kai. “So, what’s this about groupies?”
“Nothing, and that’s the problem. Kai is hopelessly devoted to some chick he won’t tell me about,” Wes said, laughing. He aimed narrowed and suspicious eyes at Kai. “I would think after dating Yeardley for so long you would want to see what all you were missing out on before you jumped back into something.”
“Believe it or not, cuz, but some people don’t think sex is a free-for-all. Sometimes, we like it with just people we care about,” Charlotte explained, shooting a supportive smile at Kai, but there was a flirtatious undercurrent flowing behind her eyes. Oh boy. “Even though, Kai, you did miss out on a lot of girls who weren’t bitches. A lot. Some you really would’ve liked.”
“Hey!” Kai said, offended. His friends were never going to let him live down Yeardley.
“Lee’s a bitch, Kai. Bitch adjacent on her good days,” Charlotte continued without any sign of guilt. She shrugged. “Does this one at least retract her claws amongst pleasant company?”
After a sigh, Kai tried to present a more adamant tone than before. “There’s no girl, guys.”
“Bullshit,” Wes fired back as he tossed his keys into the air. Kai didn’t need someone else’s thoughts meshing with his and confusing things further. And certainly not Wes Elliott’s. He wasn’t about to plummet down that rabbit hole of debauchery.
“Is that new?” Kai, leaning against the back of the SUV, ticked his chin up at the tattoo peeking out from beneath Wes’ black tank top. It was some dark-colored impish creature with fangs sprawled out just below his left collarbone.
“Would you like for me to strip my shirt off so you can see it better? Jesus, White, you’re choosing checking me out over talking about this? Must be serious.”
“Leave him alone, Wes.” Charlotte pouted and slipped her arm around Kai’s torso and hugged him closer to her. This would make for an effortless change of subject. Kai shot a defiant grin at Wes, pulling Charlotte against his body, as he watched his expression morph from jovial to disgusted. It was perfect.
Wes grimaced and he shook his head. “No. NO. Don’t use that brooding shit on Char, dude. It’s time to go. Char, you’re up front with me.” He pried the two of them apart and pulled Charlotte toward the passenger side of the car. “Let the rock star sit in the back alone. And you’re going straight to Abby’s. You’re not about to ruin my weekend because a bunch of horny surfers are all over you.”
Charlotte turned back once to look at Kai and winked. “No one’s weekend is going to be ruined. I have a feeling it’s going to be amazing.”
Hey Girl
This exists. THIS EXISTS.
$9.95
This "Hey Girl" blank journal is real. You can get it at Urban Outfitters. It has "Hey Girl" sayings inside LOL. Just some hump day laughs. Have a great day! =)
$9.95
This "Hey Girl" blank journal is real. You can get it at Urban Outfitters. It has "Hey Girl" sayings inside LOL. Just some hump day laughs. Have a great day! =)
February 4, 2013
I wrote a really Debbie Downer post earlier...
So I figured I'd re-post the playlist that got me through "Documentary" again. No one was reading this blog when I posted it HAHA. The links will take you to You Tube.
Florence + The Machine - "Seven Devils"
Blue Foundation - "Eyes on Fire" (Unless you've been living under a rock the last few years, this song should sound pretty familiar)
Ed Sheeran - "Autumn Leaves"
Ed Sheeran - "Give Me Love"
Andrew Belle - "In My Veins"
Joshua Radin - "Winter"
Snow Patrol - "New York"
Lady Antebellum - "Can't Take My Eyes Off You"
Florence + The Machine - "Seven Devils"
Blue Foundation - "Eyes on Fire" (Unless you've been living under a rock the last few years, this song should sound pretty familiar)
Ed Sheeran - "Autumn Leaves"
Ed Sheeran - "Give Me Love"
Andrew Belle - "In My Veins"
Joshua Radin - "Winter"
Snow Patrol - "New York"
Lady Antebellum - "Can't Take My Eyes Off You"
Today sucks
It's World Cancer Day.
My grandmother beat it. Her daughter, my aunt, didn't.
With all the gains we've made on the fighting cancer front, it still feels full of losses.
I know way too many people whose lives have been touched by this awful disease. Kids without parents. Wives without husbands. Brothers without sisters. All members of a club no one really wants to be a part of.
My cousin has spent the entirety of her teens without her mom. She's still just a kid. She's a strong, bright and kind kid, but she carries the burden of the loss with her every day. Her mom was her best friend. I held my cousin's hand five years ago in the hospital room when the doctors told us there was nothing more they could do. It's by far one of the worst days of my life. If not, the worst. It never leaves you. I can still smell the room sometimes and hear the sounds of the machines. I can't begin to imagine what it was like for her.
You just feel powerless when you see something like that. Makes you realize what it means to be human. Cancer killed 7.6 million people worldwide in 2008; my aunt included.
Goodness, this is so full of Debbie Downery, but I guess I keep hope alive today for my cousin... because maybe she won't have to be the 3rd generation of this cancer cycle. According to the National Cancer Institute, cancer rates are dropping for both genders, across ethnicity lines and for all different types of the disease.* Maybe we will all know of cancer deaths less and less. Maybe someday, for future generations, it will be like what polio is in the U.S. today.
Today is supposed to be about awareness and early detection. It's supposed to be about knowing how far we've come. There are curable cancers and a diagnosis isn't automatically a death sentence. There's a huge push for a healthier lifestyle these days so that we can reduce our risks as much as we can. All of these things give me hope.
I just want days like today to suck less.
* HPV-related cancers seem to be on the rise though.
My grandmother beat it. Her daughter, my aunt, didn't.
With all the gains we've made on the fighting cancer front, it still feels full of losses.
I know way too many people whose lives have been touched by this awful disease. Kids without parents. Wives without husbands. Brothers without sisters. All members of a club no one really wants to be a part of.
My cousin has spent the entirety of her teens without her mom. She's still just a kid. She's a strong, bright and kind kid, but she carries the burden of the loss with her every day. Her mom was her best friend. I held my cousin's hand five years ago in the hospital room when the doctors told us there was nothing more they could do. It's by far one of the worst days of my life. If not, the worst. It never leaves you. I can still smell the room sometimes and hear the sounds of the machines. I can't begin to imagine what it was like for her.
You just feel powerless when you see something like that. Makes you realize what it means to be human. Cancer killed 7.6 million people worldwide in 2008; my aunt included.
Goodness, this is so full of Debbie Downery, but I guess I keep hope alive today for my cousin... because maybe she won't have to be the 3rd generation of this cancer cycle. According to the National Cancer Institute, cancer rates are dropping for both genders, across ethnicity lines and for all different types of the disease.* Maybe we will all know of cancer deaths less and less. Maybe someday, for future generations, it will be like what polio is in the U.S. today.
Today is supposed to be about awareness and early detection. It's supposed to be about knowing how far we've come. There are curable cancers and a diagnosis isn't automatically a death sentence. There's a huge push for a healthier lifestyle these days so that we can reduce our risks as much as we can. All of these things give me hope.
I just want days like today to suck less.
* HPV-related cancers seem to be on the rise though.
February 3, 2013
Twenty-five reviews = ....?
Thank you to everyone reading "Documentary" =) And if you like it, please take the time to rate or write a review, or even drop me an email: ajajajsand@gmail.com.
Speaking of reviews...
Twenty-five individual ratings and/or reviews total on Goodreads and Amazon, whether good, meh, bad (or good-challenged as I like to say), gets you a teaser from the follow-up to "Documentary."
So even if you ABSOLUTELY HATED it and wish you had that Men in Black device to erase your mind back to the time before you read it, even if you straight up decide to DNF it, please help the people out who loved/liked it. It's a win-win! You get to say your piece and never see me again and they get a teaser!
Speaking of reviews...
Twenty-five individual ratings and/or reviews total on Goodreads and Amazon, whether good, meh, bad (or good-challenged as I like to say), gets you a teaser from the follow-up to "Documentary."
So even if you ABSOLUTELY HATED it and wish you had that Men in Black device to erase your mind back to the time before you read it, even if you straight up decide to DNF it, please help the people out who loved/liked it. It's a win-win! You get to say your piece and never see me again and they get a teaser!
February 2, 2013
What inspires...?
Kissing scenes.
This is honestly one of my FAVORITE parts of books and TV shows. KISSING! It's a pretty great activity, isn't it? =)
So much goes into putting together a kissing scene for me, and I spend a lot of time looking at pictures of people kissing. Creepy, right? Totally. I have SO MANY kissing pictures from Tumblr and Pinterest on my laptop. I'm a pretty visual person, and although I'm a veteran kisser (lol), I really need to be aware of where people's hands are, how are they standing, whether they're standing or lying down, whether one person is more into it than the other, what the feeling is like in their chests and stomachs, the body language, what they might be thinking, what they were thinking before the kiss, whether they are kissing for the first time, whether they are kissing after a fight, whether it was an impulsive kiss or a make up kiss or a routine kiss, whether it will lead to sex, whether it is a good night kiss, whether they're drunk or sober, etc. All of that factors into how I approach this simple act when I'm writing it down.
Here's my fave kissing scene between Kai and Dylan, obvi:
"Gripping the back of his neck, Dylan pressed his lips against hers and her body mashed into his. She wanted to lose herself, fall into him. She wanted to sink into an abyss where this moment existed forever. And there was a kind of conviction behind the way he held her as he took control of the kiss, tipping her back until she was slightly off balance, and his fingers pressed into the base of her spine as his lips moved with voracity and a craving against hers, like he wanted not to consume, but meld with all the essence of her. Maybe it was even an unspoken declaration that he belonged to her. Dylan had never been kissed like this before, and she never wanted to be kissed again if it wasn’t this."
Hope you thought the kissing in "Documentary" was delish!
This is honestly one of my FAVORITE parts of books and TV shows. KISSING! It's a pretty great activity, isn't it? =)
So much goes into putting together a kissing scene for me, and I spend a lot of time looking at pictures of people kissing. Creepy, right? Totally. I have SO MANY kissing pictures from Tumblr and Pinterest on my laptop. I'm a pretty visual person, and although I'm a veteran kisser (lol), I really need to be aware of where people's hands are, how are they standing, whether they're standing or lying down, whether one person is more into it than the other, what the feeling is like in their chests and stomachs, the body language, what they might be thinking, what they were thinking before the kiss, whether they are kissing for the first time, whether they are kissing after a fight, whether it was an impulsive kiss or a make up kiss or a routine kiss, whether it will lead to sex, whether it is a good night kiss, whether they're drunk or sober, etc. All of that factors into how I approach this simple act when I'm writing it down.
Here's my fave kissing scene between Kai and Dylan, obvi:
"Gripping the back of his neck, Dylan pressed his lips against hers and her body mashed into his. She wanted to lose herself, fall into him. She wanted to sink into an abyss where this moment existed forever. And there was a kind of conviction behind the way he held her as he took control of the kiss, tipping her back until she was slightly off balance, and his fingers pressed into the base of her spine as his lips moved with voracity and a craving against hers, like he wanted not to consume, but meld with all the essence of her. Maybe it was even an unspoken declaration that he belonged to her. Dylan had never been kissed like this before, and she never wanted to be kissed again if it wasn’t this."
Hope you thought the kissing in "Documentary" was delish!
What inspires...?
Kissing scenes.
Don't you just adore this picture?This is honestly one of my FAVORITE parts of books and TV shows. KISSING! It's a pretty great activity, isn't it? =) 
So much goes into putting together a kissing scene for me, and I spend a lot of time looking at pictures of people kissing. Creepy, right? Totally. I have SO MANY kissing pictures from Tumblr and Pinterest on my laptop. I'm a pretty visual person, and although I'm a veteran kisser (lol), I really need to be aware of where people's hands are, how are they standing, whether they're standing or lying down, whether one person is more into it than the other, what the feeling is like in their chests and stomachs, the body language, what they might be thinking, what they were thinking before the kiss, whether they are kissing for the first time, whether they are kissing after a fight, whether it was an impulsive kiss or a make up kiss or a routine kiss, whether it will lead to sex, whether it is a good night kiss, whether they're drunk or sober, etc. All of that factors into how I approach this simple act when I'm writing it down.
Love it.Here's my fave kissing scene between Kai and Dylan, obvi: <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style><style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style><b>Gripping the back of his neck, Dylan pressed his lips against hers and her body mashed into his. She wanted to lose herself, fall into him. She wanted to sink into an abyss where this moment existed forever. And there was a kind of conviction behind the way he held her as he took control of the kiss, tipping her back until she was slightly off balance, and his fingers pressed into the base of her spine as his lips moved with voracity and a craving against hers, like he wanted not to consume, but meld with all the essence of her. Maybe it was even <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria;">an unspoken declaration that he belonged to her.</span> Dylan had never been kissed like this before, and she never wanted to be kissed again if it wasn’t this.</b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0EVm_JD4x4I..." imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0EVm_JD4x4I..." width="222" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Friggin hot!</span></span><b><br /></b></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hope you thought the kissing in <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"</span></span>Documentary" was delish!</span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(Photos taken from Pinterest and Tumblr, but I have no idea who owns the rights. Remember most photos are copyrighted, so if you take them, you'll be responsible for any violations. Much like I am lol)</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><br />
January 31, 2013
Dress Like Dylan!!
I don't in any way want to trivialize or make light of what happens in "Documentary" because it is something that is very important to me in terms making sure we never stop talking about it and no one who has been there ever feels like no one else recognizes their stories. But I want to make sure I can still talk about the relationships and the romance and the friendships and every thing else, too.
Switching gears, I wanted to talk about how incorporating fashion into my characters' lives is something I love to do because I am a stereotypical girl when it comes to clothes. I LOVE THEM.
So, I've started this Pinterest board with some of the fashions that were mentioned throughout the book, and also just some pictures that inspired me for some of the looks. Basically, in my mind, the way I thought Dylan would dress. You can access the Pinterest board on the right sidebar too.
Here are some instances where clothes were mentioned:
At the charity party: scooped out back mini dress
At the venue in New York: Black sweater, red skinny jeans and black pumps
Orlando at Velvet: sheer top, black skinny jeans, black booties, cropped leather jacket
Vegas: One sleeve mini dress
At Wintervention Redux: romper
I don't know if people really care about this, but I tend to pay attention to clothes when I'm watching a show on TV. I'm going to list my most favorite stylish TV ladies:
"Lifetime Achievement Award" -- Serena Van Der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl (taking the torch from Sex and the City)
Emily Thorne, Revenge (first season especially)
Naomi Clark, 90210
All the girls on The Lying Game
Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars
Spencer Hastings, Pretty Little Liars
I think that's it (I watch a ton of TV!)!
Anyway, follow the board if you like! If there's a lot of interest, I'll definitely do something related to fashion, the book and a contest! =)
Sometimes I read: CRASH by Nicole Williams
(For the record, I'm not a book reviewer by any means. I'm just super peppy and chipper and positive--a wee bit sarcastic and irreverent--and overall I love sharing good things. I will never tell you I didn't like something about a book because often times, there isn't anything I didn't like (I'm THAT girl), and honestly, what I didn't like is
my issue
, and I shouldn't influence you with negativity--unless it's about myself because I think it's funny when I make fun of me. One can never take themselves too seriously. I prefer to influence you about the good things with other authors!)
Crash is the first book of a trilogy about the love between two teens.
Here's my 4 sentence summary:
Lucy, ballerina and daughter of emotionally distant parents, meets resident bad boy Jude. Jude and Lucy fall for each other pretty hard. Perfect, right? Except for that thing they both don't know that they both know yet.
AH, YOUNG LOVE!!
My three favorite things about the book:
1) There's a bad boy: Is there more to say about this? I mean, really. And Jude is smarter and sweeter than he gives himself credit for.
2) Secrets: I actually gasped. I'm a gasper. I love a good reveal, and I gave Nicole Williams an imaginary high five.
3) Lucy's mom: Nicole Williams brought the hurt with this character. My insides would twist every time this woman spoke. I would actually start cowering when she hit the page. Wow. Sometimes, I want it to burn. And it burns.
Crash is the first book of a trilogy about the love between two teens.
Here's my 4 sentence summary:
Lucy, ballerina and daughter of emotionally distant parents, meets resident bad boy Jude. Jude and Lucy fall for each other pretty hard. Perfect, right? Except for that thing they both don't know that they both know yet.
AH, YOUNG LOVE!!
My three favorite things about the book:
1) There's a bad boy: Is there more to say about this? I mean, really. And Jude is smarter and sweeter than he gives himself credit for.
2) Secrets: I actually gasped. I'm a gasper. I love a good reveal, and I gave Nicole Williams an imaginary high five.
3) Lucy's mom: Nicole Williams brought the hurt with this character. My insides would twist every time this woman spoke. I would actually start cowering when she hit the page. Wow. Sometimes, I want it to burn. And it burns.
January 30, 2013
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