My Writing Process
Today, I’m going to tell you a little bit about my writing process. For me, it’s not so much a process as an emersion. When I sit at the computer to write my story, I try to tune everything else out. It’s usually quiet in my house, the kids at school or at friend’s houses. The cats are curled up sleeping nearby. I really try to focus on the characters and “see” the scene I’m working on.
Before I begin writing I have to know the character’s names, at least their first name. That usually gives me a strong sense of who they are. For instance, in Angel’s Assassin, I named the hero Damien. You might laugh, but I’ve always connected that name with evil or darkness, probably from the movie The Omen. Damien thinks of himself as evil, as tainted. He is a killer, an assassin.
For the heroine, I named her Aurora, which means the dawn. Light to Damien’s darkness. You get the picture.
I have a very general description of the characters, what they look like, etc. and then I begin to write. I let the characters lead. I know approximately where the scene is headed, but other then that, I let them have full reign. They come alive in my head. Dialogue is easiest for me, so I write that first and go back and fill in description in a later rewrite.
For full length novels, like Angel’s Assassin, I rewrite at least five times. Each time, honing in on something different. The first pass I’ll concentrate on Damien’s point of view, the second time maybe Aurora’s point of view. Then description and flow, etc. It usually takes me about a year to write a novel. But I will never release a novel until it feels complete with a satisfactory ending. I want my readers to be swept away by the world and the characters and to fall in love with my story.
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
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“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, Here's an excerpt from my novel, The Angel and the Prince - Enemies face off -
“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, or who, they wanted. Maybe I’m making it more complicated than it should be. He is my prisoner.
She raised a hand to touch his thick mane. Bryce pulled back instantly. Ryen wrapped her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning into his strong chest. “You fear my touch?” she wondered in a soft whisper.
“Loathe is more like it,” he said.
She could feel the lie through his leggings and smiled. “Your body betrays you.”
“Step away from me, witch,” he snarled.
Ryen stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. At first they were immovable, but suddenly they parted and the hot passion he was trying to hide was released. His tongue slipped into her mouth, warring with hers.
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