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You Always Remember Your First

Having recently finished a manuscript, I decided to take a bit of a break and reflect back on some other things I’ve written. What an interesting catalog of unpublished work in the Kerri Library. 

I found the romantic suspense manuscript that had plenty of romance but lacked even an ounce of suspense. There was the lovely little jewel written half in first person and half in third. And of course, let’s not discount the manuscripts that were so eerily similar to already-established authors I’m actually embarrassed by myself.

That brings me to my very first manuscript. After turning twenty-one and reading a couple Nora Roberts books, I thought, “Doesn’t seem that hard to write a romance novel. I can totally do that too.”

Hence, my first attempt was born. I planned it as a series about quadruplets, three girls and one boy. I referred to them as “The Quads.” They came from a Kennedy-esque family, born in privilege in Boston, moved to Chicago where their parents had a bitter and public divorce and then off to Hawaii to grow up with their father. Each of them lived in a different state and struggled with issues stemming from their mother, a wealthy and uncaring socialite who paid off judges and got plastic surgery.

But the first book belonged to Maddy. Ah Maddy.

My chief complaint about romance novels at the age of twenty-one was the too-young heroine, someone in their early twenties who achieved way more than the typical person of that age. So when I sat down to write my first heroine, I remember thinking she needed to be worldly and experienced. No way would I make her too young to get married and have a fabulous job. I made a very conscious decision that she would be old.

She was twenty-five.

Also, her job at the age of twenty-five was a secondhand historical biographer, which is a career I made up. (It’s someone who interviews people who experienced a historical event from a distance, but weren’t necessarily involved in it, in case you’re wondering.) And yes, Maddy had many, many published works.

Good thing she lived in a two-bedroom studio apartment on Wisconsin Avenue in Georgetown. Obviously, I did not understand what a studio apartment consisted of – or not consist of – such as bedrooms. Also, the fact that a twenty-five year old could afford to live on Wisconsin Avenue in a two-bedroom speaks volumes. Of course, if she already had several best selling published books, I suppose it makes sense.

Yes, it all makes sense. Somewhere in the far recesses of twenty-one year old Kerri’s mind the whole story came together. I loved Maddy and her completely insane story. So imagine my shock when Harlequin turned it down. Clearly, they didn’t know what they were missing.

Clearly, I didn’t either.

Do you remember your first pass at writing a romance novel?

Six Sentence Sunday, NaNoWriMo, Michael Hauge and Me

Those of you in the Washington, DC area won’t be surprised to see Michael Hauge’s name in the title of my blog post today. Any WRW member who had a chance to spend time with him this weekend at his fabulous workshop, presented by WRW, appreciates my adoration. The man rocks hard with the identity and the essence and the stages of conflict that bring emotions to life. You know what I’m saying.

But why Six Sentence Sunday? Besides the sense of community it fosters and the promotional ops, why am I mentioning the two in the same blog?

A few weeks ago, I pulled out one of my old WIPs and decided to use it for Six Sentence Sunday. Then after a few weeks of consistently searching for, finding and posting a ‘good’ six, my old WIP felt brand new. Positive feedback fueled me, prompting me to shove the WIP to the number one spot on my must-finish list. (And oh, it’s about a vampire FBI agent struggling to keep a promise to a witch.)

So with that WIP in my head, I spent the weekend with Michael Hauge. Now in short, Hauge is a Hollywood script (screenplay) doctor. This was my third Hauge encounter in four years. And this weekend, I also signed up for a 30-minute one-on-one meeting (which he allowed me to record!).

A quick aside…I’m a visual person, and whether or not you buy this next statement–so are all writers. At least fiction writers are visual artists – they take the vision in their heads called a story and write it into words that make so much sense the reader ‘sees’ the characters in action as they read about the character’s conflict, emotions, fears and longings…played out in a plot.

So Mr. Hollywood screenplay script-doctor Hauge is perfect for me. Combined with other workshops, craft books, brainstorming sessions, online think tanks, and all the activities writers use to make better sense of their craft, he brings a fresh terminology and a passion for emotional story telling that captivates me. He also isn’t shy about showing his impatience with writers, which made me smile. But more importantly, that impatience reinforced a key component of his message for me—simplify, simplify, simplify.

Some writers, like me, we do too much. We put too many obstacles–situations–in front of the character to replace the difficulty of understanding and writing conflict. Our world building is so complicated it takes over the characters—which can never happen in a good book. You can tell I could go on and on…but let me recap the highlights of what I learned this weekend.  Here goes:

  • There is a difference between conflict and obstacles. Don’t laugh. That realization was a big deal for me…
  • Internal vs. external or emotion vs. situation. Without conflict, without emotion, a situation is a plot point without a heart.
  • Less is more.
  • Don’t give away too much about character in the opening of your story–drive to the finish line (don’t sprint). In my one-on-one private session with Hauge, which I highly recommend, we talked about my opening scene and the black moment and the ending scene, all driven by conflict and set-up in the opening scene (yep, in 30 minutes:).

If you were there this weekend, I’d like to know what hit home for you. If you weren’t, what craft book or workshop instructor, or author, comes to mind when you need inspiration or just a reminder of what matters on the page…and how you can get there. So share, and let’s celebrate good workshops, good RWA chapters (hoorah WRWDC!), and insightful instructors.

(And oh, I have nothing to say about NaNoWriMo – I put it in my blog title because, well, my brain is ready to explode…12k and counting…and we must never forget November is National Writing Month–damn it!:)

Anita Clenney Splashes in the Mermaid Pond


Today we are joined by NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Anita Clenney. She grew up an avid reader, devouring Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books before moving on to mysteries and romance. After working as a secretary, a Realtor, teacher’s assistant, booking agent for Aztec Fire Dancers, and a brief stint in a pickle factory (picture Lucy and Ethel–lasted half a day)…she realized she’d missed the fork in the road that led to her destiny. Now she spends her days writing mysteries and paranormal romantic suspense about Secret Warriors, Ancient Evil and Destined Love. Anita lives in suburban Virginia, outside Washington DC, with her husband and two kids. Anita has agreed to share with us a recent chat she had with Cody MacBain, hero of her second book, Embrace the Highland Warrior.

Anita: I’m sure you have better things to do, Cody, but thanks for joining me.

Cody: We’ll have to make it quick. I have an appointment with a demon.

Anita: Does the demon know that?

Cody: ‘Course not. It’s all about stealth. That’s how the clan has survived this long.

Anita: Can’t you get one of the other warriors to handle him?

Cody: <Crosses his arms> You know bloody well, the powerful demons have to be assigned. You want me to send Faelan or Ronan and have them killed.

Anita: Uh, sorry. I’m sure the ladies wouldn’t appreciate having Ronan killed.

Cody: <Frowns, narrowing his hazel eyes> You saying the ladies like Ronan better than me?

Anita: No. That wasn’t what I meant at all, although he does seem to have a pull for the female sex. You’re just fine. Better than fine, actually, with all that dark hair, strong jaw, and intense eyes. Can I get a drink please? No, don’t let Brodie get it. He likes to play tricks. So can you tell us about these demons, or does that violate some kind of warrior code?

Cody: There is a warrior code. Centuries ago, they would have eliminated anyone who found out about the warriors, for the good of humanity, you understand. I’m making an exception here, since it’s Halloween. I want to warn people that there are real monsters hiding out there, creatures that make Lord of the Rings look like a fairy tale.

Anita: Sounds…unpleasant.

Cody: Life’s unpleasant.

Anita: Not all of it. You and Shay used to have a lot of fun.

Cody: Aye. Back then.

Anita: Shay didn’t know then what was going on? She thought all that training was just a game?

Cody: <Shifts in his seat> But I couldn’t tell her who she really was. It wasn’t my place.

Anita: But you were her best friend…do you regret not telling her now?

Cody: <Stares at a little tattoo on his wrist that looks like a sword> Aye. I regret lots of things.

Anita: Care to elaborate?

Cody: No.

Anita: Okay then. So tell me about your brothers.

Cody: <Shrugs> What’s to know? They’re like all brothers, make you crazy one minute, saving your backside the next.

Anita: Lachlan’s your younger brother. He reminds me of Ronan.

Cody: Aye, he’s a handful, and he’s usually got his hands full…if you know what I mean.

Anita: I think I do. I saw him eyeing Anna earlier.

Cody: <Snorts> Anna will put him in his place. She wants nothing to do with men. Unless she’s sparring with one.

Anita: You seem close to the other warriors, but they live in Scotland. You and your family spent most of your lives in America.

Cody: It was our mission. We had to protect Shay. But we had other missions as well. The world is a warrior’s battlefield. We travel wherever our assigned demons go. We don’t spend much time at home.

Anita: That explains the lack of accent. There’s just a hint of brogue.

Cody: That’s part of our disguise. We have to blend in with our surroundings. And we don’t want the demons to know where we’re from.

Anita: Doesn’t the kilt ruin that plan? <Looks at Cody’s kilt>

Cody: We only wear them at home, not in battle. Except Faelan. We’re having a hard time getting him out of his. <sexy grin> Though he takes it off a lot for Bree.

Anita: <Clears throat>Well, he is from the 19th century. Kilts were more common then. Should I ask if it’s true…what you wear, or don’t wear, underneath?

Cody: <Another grin, drops open his knees> I could show you.

Anita: Please don’t. <If he wasn’t careful, she’d find out regardless…Fanning>Water, I didn’t get my water. Tell me more about Shay. You seem uncomfortable when I mention her. I know you were close growing up. How close?

Cody: <Grin fades> What do you mean?

Anita: I mean, were you best friends?

Cody: <Rubs the tattoo on his neck> You could say that. We knew everything about each other.

Anita: Everything? Are you sure about that? I hear there were secrets.

Cody: <shifting in seat, again> Let’s talk about something else besides Shay.

Anita: You know your voice sounds different when you say her name.

Cody: <Scowls, and a racket sounds outside door. A horrible screeching sound as the door splinters. Bloody hell! I think the demon’s found me.

Anita: <jumps up> Maybe the kilt gave you away.

Cody: <Pulls a dirk from his boot, hits a button extending it to a sword> You’d better hide. You might be able to write books, but you can’t fight worth crap.

Anita: Okay, looks like the chat is over. Oh my God. Did you see that thing? It looked like an Orc.

Cody: He’s one of the prettier ones.  

Anita: <Jumps up, runs toward a closet, glancing over shoulder> Are you opening your talisman? Good grief, you’re opening it. You’ll kill me.

Cody: I told you to hide. Close the door and cover your eyes or this’ll be your last book.

Anita: <Hides in closet and covers eyes as a blinding flash penetrates the darkness> If you want to know more about Cody and Shay, here’s a blurb for Embrace the Highland Warrior, available now.

They were driven apart by a timeless secret…

Cody MacBain let the woman of his destiny slip away. A member of an ancient clan of Scottish warriors, he grew up beside Shay Logan as her secret protector, but his heart compelled him to become more. Until Shay’s true identity was revealed, and the fated pair’s chance was gone…

But danger will drive them back into each other’s arms…

Shay fell for the boy next door, suspecting nothing of the ancient secrets he guarded. After a stinging betrayal, she’s determined to banish the memories of her first love forever. But the past can’t let go, and the boy she once loved has returned to her a warrior determined to protect her from the unspeakable evil fate has planned…

You can find out more about Anita and her books at:

http://www.anitaclenney.com

http://www.facebook.com/anitaclenneyAUTHOR

http://www.twitter.com/anitaclenney

http://www.mysteriesandmargaritasblogspot.com

http://www.goodreads.com/anitaclenney

http://www.redroom.com/anitaclenney

Some of the places Embrace can be purchased:

http://www.amazon.com/Embrace-Highland-Warrior-Anita-Clenney/dp/1402251262

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/embrace-the-highland-warrior-anita-clenney/1100076266

http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Embrace-Highland-Warrior/Anita-Clenney/9781402251269

http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/embrace-the-highland-warrior/id468777516?mt=11

 

We’ll leave you with an excerpt from Embrace:

Cody sighed. Might as well get it over with. He removed the shackles, returned them, and bent over her. “Shay, wake up.”

Her eyes flew open. She planted both hands against his chest and shoved, knocking him on his back, then sprang on top of him. “How dare you handcuff me to a bed?” she yelled, punctuating each word with a shake that rattled his brain. He didn’t fight back. She had to get it out of her system, and he didn’t blame her. He’d be more than pissed if someone shackled him.

She landed a fist into his stomach, and the breath rushed out of him. Okay, enough was enough. He captured her hands and rolled, trapping her under him.

“Get off me, you oaf.”

“I’ll get off when you stop beating the snot out of me.”

She let out a war cry and lunged for his throat, teeth bared. Intrigued, he hesitated a second too long, and she sank her teeth into his neck. A jolt of desire shot straight to his groin. He’d never been one for the rough stuff, but damn! He pulled back before she could do more than leave a bruise. He trapped her legs with his and held her hands above her head, letting his full weight press her into the soft mattress. She still struggled but could move only enough to get him excited.

“I’m sorry, Shay. I had to do it. It was too dangerous to let you go traipsing through the woods. I had to keep you safe.”

“What if he was hiding in one of the other bedrooms and sneaked in here while I was handcuffed to the bed? You left me so I couldn’t even protect myself.”

“Lach heard him out in the woods, but that’s why I locked the door, just in case. If this guy had broken it down to get to you, you would’ve screamed, and I would’ve come running. I was never far from the house.” He’d heard every name she called him.

Her eyes still flashed fire, but her breath was steadier, and she kept glancing at his mouth. He thought that was a good thing. He wondered if she’d calmed enough not to hit him, because he should move. She had to notice the effect all the wiggling around was having on him. He felt her hips push against his, and he groaned. He relaxed his grip and lowered his head, letting his lips touch her chin. He kissed his way to her mouth, and she head butted him in the nose.

While the stars exploded in his head, she shoved him aside and bolted out the door. He jumped up and went after her as she pounded down the stairs. He caught up with her outside. She was swinging her purse like a whip, headed for the car.

“Where are you going?” he demanded.

“Get away from me.”

“You can’t leave.”

“Watch me.” She opened the door. “I’m tired of people hiding things from me. I thought you were going to stop. Now you’re handcuffing me to the bed.”

“I explained it to you.”

“Don’t touch me,” she said, jerking away when he grabbed her arm.

“You’re not leaving.”

Shay straightened her shoulders. “You can’t stop me.”

He grabbed her, tossed her over his shoulder, kicked the car door shut, and stomped up the steps.

“Put me down!” Shay kicked and twisted, cursing at him. He dumped her on her feet inside the door.

She blew her hair out of her face, and as soon as she could see, she threw a punch at his chin. He deflected it and grabbed her arm. “Stop hitting me.”

“How dare you throw me over your shoulder like some kind of caveman,” she spat, trying to wrench her arm free. It didn’t work, so she used her knee.

“Ah, not there.” Cody trapped her knee. “I made the mistake of letting you leave here nine years ago without listening to me. By God, I won’t do it again. You’ll listen if I have to sit on you,” he growled.

She drew back her other arm, and before she could throw the punch, he had her on the floor and was sitting astride her, pinning her wrists to the floor. She bucked and twisted, but he held her down. “We can do this all night if you want, but you’re going to listen to me this time.”

“Listen to more lies? You’re still hiding things from me. Like the fact that you have Nina’s entire house under surveillance. Like the fact that you’ve got a Bat Cave in your basement. Like the fact that you were in Scotland when the stalking started.”

“You think I’m your stalker?” he yelled. “Me! I’m trying to keep you alive. We’re all trying to keep you alive. That’s what the clan’s been doing your whole damned life, trying to keep you alive! And just like always, you’re making it hard as hell. Your father wasn’t a bloody spy, and that thing in your living room wasn’t a man!”

 

My publisher will give away a copy of Embrace the Highland Warrior to one commenter, US and Canada only please. My question is, if you could interview anyone, past or present, who would it be?

 

 

 

 

 

Lori Foster Swimming With the Mermaids

I’m beyond excited to share with you a chat I had with one of my personal writing heroes Lori Foster! So dive into the Waterworld Mermaids lagoon, Lori. I promise the water is perfect.

Set the scene for us, where are you and what are your three favorite objects within arms reach.

I’m at my desk… almost always. ::Sigh:: Well, unless we’re at the lake house, and since I don’t have a desk there yet, I use a patio table – but the principle is the same: I’m facing a computer! Within reach: my iPod of “writing” songs. My drink, which is usually Lipton green tea citrus. And a snack, usually pretzels or Nabisco 100 calorie salty snack mix.

Are you a plotter or a pantser? Why?

Complete and total panster. I bore easily. If I plotted it out, it’d feel done to me, and I’d never get around to writing it. I need to be surprised – by the characters and the atmosphere and how the romance unfolds.

How often do you write and do you keep a set schedule? Do you ever start to get the shakes if you don’t write? 🙂

LOL. I write off and on all the time, but I like to get up early, get through all the e-mails (I get a TON of emails) and then do the treadmill around 9 (when I do the treadmill, which is hit and miss) and then I write. Usually I’m at it till 5 or 6, and then hubby has dinner ready, we eat, and either go to the movies, or crash in front of the TV. That’s a schedule when I get a schedule – and I don’t always. You know how life is. I have 3 sons, I have a grandson with another on the way. I have 4 indoor cats and a dog and a bunch of outside feral cats that I feed. I have friends. Extended family. And I have promo. Out of all of that, I dislike doing promo the most. Of course, it’s necessary to the biz. Oh, and I do FB and twitter. I enjoy chatting with readers online during “breaks” in writing. I don’t get the shakes when I don’t write, but I do get cranky. I’m a happier person, an easier person to be around, when I’m writing.

There was a little dust up about you putting too much of yourself or your experiences as an author into your books. What’s your response to that and, really, can an author keep themselves completely out of their novels?

There was a dust-up? Seriously? Okay, just kidding. Yeah, there was. Eh. There’s always something, you know? I love readers. Totally, completely love them. Shoot, without readers, I wouldn’t have much of a career, ya know? But writing is one of those things that not everyone gets. For every reader who has a reason to criticize or – in some cases – outright despise me – there are a lot more who are just happy people, enjoying life and taking the books for what they’re meant to be: entertainment. I’m a realist. I can’t please all the people, all the time. I don’t expect to. I wish I never disappointed readers. I wish there was world peace. Ain’t happening. I always apologize to readers who are disappointed, and I thank readers who appreciate my work. That’s about as much thought as I put into it, because honestly, I’m always concentrated on those things I mentioned above – family, work, life…

As to me being in any books… it’s a funny thing. One little event can spur an idea, and from there, a writer creates an entirely different world/circumstances/characters and reactions. They’re not MY reactions – I only used that first small kernel that inspired more. Back when I wrote “My Man, Michael,” which I did as a TT smack dab in the middle of a contemporary series (doh, what was I thinking?) it disgruntled many people. I can see why! The muse said, “Time Travel,” and I said, “Okay, Muse!” without really thinking how jarring that’d be for readers who expected to stay in the contemporary setting I’d built. My bad. It was a serious judgment error on my part. I love that book, but I wish I’d done it as a standalone, and I wish my editor or I would have thought to put “Time Travel” on the front or something. But being human means we’re not perfect, so neither of us did think of it. It wasn’t meant to dupe readers and God knows I would never set out to disappoint anyone. LOL. That’d be suicide for my career. So… it happened, and I learned a lesson. MOST disappointed readers were frank in their comments, and I apologized for letting them down. But a select few literally threatened me over it. One wanted to “beat my face bloody.”

Now do I pin that sentiment on all disgruntled readers? No, of course not! But it’s a reality that happened, and it’s from those few really over-the-top reactions that I came up with the idea of “When You Dare.” Not because of unhappy readers – shoot, with EVERY book I have unhappy readers. But because of a rabid few who totally crossed the line, I came up with a plot about human trafficking, threats, insane relatives, hot sex, and love everlasting. The heroine is a writer – but she’s a mega-successful writer whose books are being made into movies. Hello! Not me. She’s young, and busy. Soooo not me. LOL (I wish!) She’s a victim of human trafficking. Thank God, not me. (I would never be as strong as her. I’d be a sobbing mess for the rest of my life, I’m sure.) The book was fiction. All of my work is fiction. But the next thing I know, some folks are posting online how I used that book to show disdain for my readers, and how I took them to task for daring to criticize me. Again, eh.

Readers who actually know me, the ones who chat with me online on FB or Twitter or in emails, KNOW that isn’t the case. So I’m not going to lose any sleep over it. And I’m not – EVER – going to try to tailor my work to suit the few who wrongly place my motives. It’d be a waste of energy. I dwell on the positive, not the negative. And shew… that was a long answer. But you watch, someone – one of those original people who made the accusations – will see this and repost it and draw forth hidden meanings that don’t exist. And again, I’ll say, Eh.

What kind of support do you have as an author to help you with your website, e-mails, promotion and all the other non-writing parts of being a successful author?

My hubby is INVALUABLE. He does a ton of stuff for me. He organizes a lot of the promo because it’s something he enjoys, and he’s good at it. He comes up with these awesome, innovative and unique ideas. With the last trilogy, I had 3 publicists. One I hired, one the publisher supplied, and another the publisher hired. Hubby ran interference for me, answering e-mails, making decisions after talking to me about opportunities, mailing in items needed (like clip art, or photos or whatever) and he does all the mailing for me. He makes it possible for me to spend more time writing. He doesn’t answer personal e-mails or do interviews in my place, or anything like that. He’s just there to do what he can, when he can. God Bless the man!

My agent, Karen Solem, from Spencerhill, has been with me for a long while now. She’s terrific. We’re very in sync. She handles all the contracts… and so much more!

Wax Creative does my website. They also do my newsletter (I send them content, they add images and send it out), and they handle the database on my annual “Reader and Author Get Together.” (more info on that here: http://www.lorifoster.com/community/readergettogether.php Everyone is welcome to attend! Wax does some of my bigger contests for me on my site. They also have done a lot of work on my FREE app available for iPhone and Android.

COS Productions do much of my routine promo. Sheila Clover is a goddess. She’s done most of my book trailers (the last one, for the trilogy, was created by Hqn) and she can do my press releases, blog tours, postings at social media, etc… LOVE working with her.

I create bookmarks and post cards and images for T-shirts because after writing for a long time, I like to tinker around with Photoshop doing that sort of thing. I have a blast with it. I do a ton of giveaways on my FB fan page and on Twitter. I give out free promo to anyone who sends me an SASE (Self Addressed Stamped Envelope.) The items vary from bookmarks, postcards, magnets, key chains, pens, tote bags, and t-shirts. It just depends on what I have at the time, but I always have “stuff.”

I should say though, I answer each and every personal e-mail myself. I get over 200 a day, but I deal with them. If a reader is kind enough to write me, you can bet I’m going to make the time to write back.

With the increase in e-books, digital publishing, self publishing and all the changes in New York, where do you see the industry going and what are you doing to prepare?

Nada. I mean, I leave that up to my agent and editor and publisher and publicist. I just focus on writing the best books I know how to write. From there, it’s pretty much out of hands!

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Thank you, Lori,for swimming with the Waterworld Mermaids today!

If you haven’t had enough Lori – and really who has? – stop by the Avery Flynn blog to read more of our conversation, including a discussion about which one of her heroes she’d set her best friend up with. Avery is giving away a copy of Lori’s “Luring Lucy” at her blog (ends midnight Nov. 6). We Mermaids are giving away a Kindle copy of Lori’s rereleased “Buckhorn Beginnings” to one lucky commenter here (ends midnight Nov. 6). Also, check out Lori’s book listings to make sure you’re not missing any of her great books – I highly recommend them all.

**** UPDATE****

Congratulations Maude Allen! You won a Kindle copy of Buckhorn Beginnings! Thanks to everyone for joining us in the Waterworld Mermaids Lagoon. Come back and swim with again soon!

 

Death and the Happy Ending

Three years ago tomorrow, my dad was killed.  November 4, 2007.  Crap. 
It was actually four years ago.  Wow,
the time has really gone by fast.

Seven months after that, I read my first romance novel.  “Seize the Night” by Sherrilyn Kenyon.

I fell in love with about a million things from reading that
book.  I could not believe the topics she
wrote about.  Gosh, it’s still
mind-blowing and beautiful.  And then I
read more.  And more.  And then other romance authors.   (My husband was deployed during all this so
I was really living it up in romance-land.)
I loved that I had stumbled upon this genre where so many things weren’t
forbidden.  I won’t lie.  One of my first realizations was that here
was finally a bunch of people who could write about the one thing we all need
to happen for our lives to begin.  Nature
doing exactly what it pleases.  Two
people having sex.  And hopefully falling
in love.  And needless to say, I love
this community and the open-minded people who write all these inspiring stories.

So, it kind of breaks my heart to have to say this, but here
it goes.

I know of a young man, a hero.  He started out that way at least.  Sizzling good looks and a heart of gold to go
with it.  But in 1969, many heroes like
this young man left to fight for our country, experienced ungodly horrific
things, and returned home to a very un-heroic welcome.  And for this young man, it broke him.  For the next several decades, he spent his
days and nights as one big ball of conflict.
Battling those war-born demons.  Trying so hard to be worthy… his good heart
suffering for the pain no decent man could possibly know how to deal with.  There were wives, divorces, kids.  Pain.
Suffering.  But like any bonafide
hero, that little light living buried in his heart never went out
completely.  Finally, after years and
years of wandering around, a hero inside a lost and battered soul, he found the
love of his life.  His soul mate.  Slowly, the hero found his way back to the
forefront.  Yes, it took some work.  And a health scare.  Nothing like your own mortality to make you
see a bit more clearly.  Focused.  Now this hero’s life was filled with love—from
his wife, his children, his friends.   Forgiveness he worked so hard for came from those
he had hurt in the past.  He was happy.  Finally.  And then this hero was killed.    At 58
years old.

If ever a hero deserved a happy ending, isn’t it him?  He turned his life around.   Sacrificed.
Found love.  Treasured and
cherished it.  Learned all his
lessons.

Are we really willing to deny him his happy ending simply
because he died and left behind the love of his life?

I’m not.

Just because one half
of your heart leaves this earth and goes to that unknown place beyond–doesn’t
mean you didn’t earn your happily ever after.
If you’ve lost your soul mate—I am going to stand up for you right now
and declare, “And they lived happily ever after.”

it’s never The End…until
we meet again

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Organizational Freak Out

I’m a virgo and the daughter of a control freak, so it should come as no surprise that I’m a bit of an organizational freak with control challenges – OK, OK, I’m a full-on control freak, too. This year I decided to up the crazypants ante by enrolling in NaNo. To really throw myself under the bus, I figured I’d share what I’ve done to prepare.

Think up story idea.

No problem. I’m working on High and Dry Creek, book three of my Dry Creek series. This is tightly-wound Sam Layton’s story. And let me tell you, he’s really met his match in Josie Winarsky, a tall, platinum blonde, tattooed painter who is hell bent on finding a long-buried treasure. With Sam at her side and a Las Vegas loan shark’s muscle hot on her trail, the treasure she finds turns out to be much more valuable than emeralds and rubies.

Research, research, research.

High and Dry Creek will feature a treasure hunt (whhhhhheeeeeee!) for valuables buried during the Oregon Trial time period by a Layton family ancestor. So I did quite a bit of Internet research about that time period and got to talk with several park rangers. A huge shout out to Scottsbluff National Monument Park Ranger A.J. Legault and Seasonal Ranger Jerry Lucas as well as Chimney Rock Visitor Center Director Loren Pospisil for taking the time to chat with me.

Plot. Then plot some more.

I love all you pantsers out there but I think you guys are all nuts. Yes, I am a die-hard plotter. I’ve tried the half pantser/half plotter lifestyle. It did not go well. I outline every scene with the following points (thank you John Foxjohn and Donald Maass):

  1. Location
  2. POV
  3. Goal
  4. Conflict
  5. Disaster
  6. Reaction
  7. Dilemma
  8. Decision
  9. Hook

Find inspiration.

I found photos on iStock and the internet for inspiration for my characters, location and moods. For High and Dry Creek, I got to make a treasure map. That was fun and only made possible by the use of photo editing software because even stick people are beyond my artistic talents.

Commence freak out.

I finished my prep work about three days prior to the beginning of NaNo and since I couldn’t write yet that gave me plenty of time to freak out. What if the words don’t come? What if I spend a month staring at my laptop and crying so hard snot rolls down my face? What if I do manage to write but it’s all crap? AHHHHHHHHHH???!!!!???

As I type this, it’s Oct. 31. Tomorrow I have to put on my big girl panties and get to work. Come find me at NaNo’s website. I’m listed as AveryFlynn and I may need to be talked down off the ledge.

Colors of Fall

For some fall is about buying a new backpack or lunchbox, sharpening those pencils and sending your children back to school. For others fall is symbolized with tailgating and crowding into stands to cheer on your favorite football team.

While the pools have closed, fall sports have begun and school has been back in session for a few weeks now, fall did not in fact officially begin until yesterday, September 23rd.

So what does it mean the first official day of fall? Well it’s more than the beginning of a new season. It is the autumnal equinox. Equinox derives from Latin’s aquaeus meaning equal and nox meaning night, and is appropriate since this is the time of year when night and day are almost equal in length. This happens twice a year, once in the spring (March 21-22) and again in the fall (September 22-23), when the earth’s tilt is neither toward nor away from the sun.

The autumnal equinox has always been a time to mark change as we move from summer’s bounty to the colder, darker days ahead. Throughout the world and throughout history festivals have been held to celebrate the bounty of the harvest.While many people mourn summer’s passing, I always look forward to fall. It is probably my favorite time of year. I plant pansies and chrysanthemums, put out my scarecrow and some pumpkins. My family picks apples and enjoys exploring a local farm’s wagon rides and Maize Maze. We take walks in the woods, soaking up the reds, yellows and oranges that blaze festively from every tree, and go kayaking. I love the low hanging fog over the river in my backyard, the honk of geese and nothing says fall to me like the smell of a fire.

With the cooler temperatures I also feel revitalized, ready to get back into a more regimented routine and undertake those tough projects that may have been set aside while my kids were out of school. This year I’m tackling a historical that I set aside back in May.

So what about you? Is there a special way you and your family mark the changing of the seasons? And do you find you are more productive during the cooler months or the warmer part of the year?

Synchronicity?

As you may know, I’m a big fan of Julia Cameron’s book, THE ARTIST’S WAY (10th edition, 2002). In it, she discusses the concept of “synchronicity”: “we change and the universe furthers and expands that change.” (2). More specifically, “when we move out on faith into the act of creation, the universe is able to advance. It is a little like opening the gate at the top of a field irrigation system. Once we remove the blocks, the flow moves in.” (2).

Cameron doesn’t ask us to “believe” this concept. Rather, she simply asks us to “observe and note this process as it unfolds.” (2). Several times in my life, I’ve noticed that as soon as I place my attention on something, the universe responds. Maybe it’s coincidence. Maybe it’s Cameron’s concept of synchronicity. But here is an example of something that’s happened to me:

Several years ago, I wrote my first “real” novel and went through the query process. I was not successful, so I laid the manuscript to rest and got pregnant with my first child. About a month before my child was born, I decided to dust this novel off and give it one last try. I started revising the story. Within a week, an agent whom I had queried a year before responded to request the full manuscript.

Nothing ultimately came of this request, but the timing of it struck me as bizarre.

What do you think? Random coincidence? Or an example of synchronicity? Has anything like this ever happened to you? If so, what was it?

It’s Written in the Streets

Are you suited to be a writer?

 Of course you are!  That’s the thing about this job, whatever you bring to the table, it can be used, explored, torn apart and bettered.

 For this post I asked myself that question even though I think it’s a little dangerous because it’s so wide open.  You could go in so many different directions with it.  There is what you perceive of yourself, what others think about you, and then the mish-mash area where it all collides leaving us either without any doubts or completely unsure.  For me, I see writers as being the most accepting of others but on the other hand, we know a villain when we see one.  Because we have to deal with our character’s personality types, shouldn’t we be the best at dealing with the good and the bad? 

 That led me to the answer of whether I’m suited to be a writer or not.  Yes.  I am.

 I am very…Cest la vie.  Meaning I can deal with just about anything happening.  This past December, I was walking the streets of Philadelphia on my way to dinner with family while it was cold, dark and damp out.  A car went gleaming past and ran right through a puddle close to the sidewalk I was on.  Yep, I got splashed with yucky, dirty street water.  In my hair, all over my outfit.  That was when I flipped the script from laid-back Cali girl and went crazy in the street, cursing and putting on a great show of supreme pissed-offed-ness.  Just kidding.  That’s not me.  (Although as a writer, I can appreciate someone who would react like that.)  I just laughed it off.  It really was kind of funny if you think about it. 

 I fall in love with everything but am keenly aware of what could hurt me.  Yes, I do mean everything.  I feel a connection to trees, my car whose name is Fancy, songs, struggling worms about to dry out if they don’t make it to the grass in time, rappers cursing out their demons.  If you have a heart, I feel you.  I love interactions most of all because they are my fuel for writing stories.  You can bet if I have met you even once, I’ll have pulled something from it and have held on to the moment.   

 Those two things are what suit me most as a writer.  What makes you great for this job?

Getting To Know You

Okay – I’m at the crossroads in the cycle of my writing life. I’m done with one manuscript (although I may switch some chapters around do some rewrites – but I digress) and chomping at the bit to start the next one. And, this is my honeymoon period, my magical time when I am getting to know my characters and seeing where they want to go with this story. Why do they need this story told?

I have a process for this and a place where I deposit all of this crazy information that I glean and will probably never use.  I dump all this stuff – photos (Like the inspiration for my latest hero), maps, research – into Scrivener for Windows in the WIP Notebook I bought from Jeannie Reusch and loaded into the Scrivener tool.  This allows me to keep track of the details of names, places etc of the main characters and the secondary characters as well. It’s a little anal but it keeps from calling the mailman Bob in Chapter 1 and Skippy in Chapter 6.

But, this really doesn’t help me get under the skin of my character. Yep, their eye color is important but it doesn’t get to the essence of my character.  So, I’ve developed a few questions that help me get down to the grit of who the hero and heroine are:

1. What do you want out of life?

2. What is keeping you from achieving that goal?

3. What is the one thing you wouldn’t want the hero/heroine to know about you?

4. What is your biggest regret?

5. What are you most proud of in your life?

6. What are you most ashamed of in your life?

7. When you walk in a room, what are the three things people will notice about you?

8. What would you be willing to lie about?

9. How would you like to die?

10. What are the most important traits in a true friend?

That’s my list.  Pretty grim but I think that the darkest parts of ourselves are what really counts – the rest is a facade for the comfort of other people.

So, what are your questions? What is your process?

Robin