August 4th my newest book, Naturally Luna, will be available for purchasing! If you can’t wait, preorder your copy today at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B013KT1SKS
Description: Amily Trisdent is 17, looking forward to graduation but has a problem. Her whole family are wolves…except her. For some reason she has not been able to shift, but she has all the other abilities of a werewolf. Her senses are superior to Morts, but that’s it. Then one day everything changes. She is not a member of the pack, she faces problems with the pack leader, and new rogues come to town to throw their own chaos to the mix. Amily is not sure if she can handle everything she has to do.
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Ever feel like getting into the writing zone is like pulling teeth until you hit a certain time of day (or night) when everything starts to just flow? I’ve noticed a pattern for myself, I try writing all day and most of the night but most of the time I can’t do it. It’s not until I hit my “golden hour” of four in the bloody morning, that I can write more than one paragraph.
I’m starting to nod off, staring at my tablet screen, with Eminem or some other singer serenading me to sleep and decide to call it a night at 3:50ish. Ten BAM! Four o’clock hits and I’m flooded with ideas that I have to write down or they’ll be gone in the morning.
It’s weird because only for that one hour, I can’t type fast enough to keep up with the multitude of ideas that strike for all the different projects I have going or different blog posts (such as this one), but the second the clock strikes five everything disappears and I can’t keep my eyes open.
And I’ve found that it doesn’t work if I go to sleep at like seven or eight and wake up at three thirty to wait for four. No, I have to be up all day and night just for that one hour of good writing time.
It ticks me off and makes my family think I’m either antisocial or just enjoy staying up all night watching Netflix and Hulu Plus. News Flash, most of the time I just have that stuff going on in the background for the noise. I’m sitting at my computer tuning out whatever I have playing, only occasionally looking up from the tablet when someone makes a loud sound. Rest of the time I’m trying to figure out how to make my characters corporate.
Anyone know the copyright laws on stuff like product placement in books or say using like an entire music album as a basis of the story? For example what they did with ABBA and Mamma Mia or The Beatles and Across the Universe.
Is it possible to use an entire album as inspiration for a book, title of one song as the book title? Or would that be grounds for lawsuit? Even if you give credit to the album, band and everything? I have a good story idea but all inspiration springs from a certain album. Technically three, but that would involve a whole triliogy and I’m obviously not ready for that yet. Lol
Now that Camp NaNoWriMo I over and Naturally Luna is finally finished, I can start focusing on other projects. One in particular is giving me trouble. The Price of War is not coming along as well as I would like it to.
I had the idea for it years ago when I was crazy with my psycho ex and exploring my spiritual (or lack of) side. The story started coming to me easily and I was happy. The farther I dug into my relationship and past life, the more I was spewing ideas. Eventually everything went sideways when we started having weird experiences.
Call me crazy but I believe in past lives and that he of my past lives was lead during WWII. My ex boyfriend was my husband from that life, that inspired the book.
I have a few details mapped out and some written. I also have an idea of how I want the thing to go but since he broke my heart (again) all creative juices for that book has sputtered out. I still want to write it, as it is the closest to me, but my past life is no longer talking to me.
It sucks but when I was with the jerk I was so in tuned with the past life I had started dreaming in German, which I don’t speak well in this life, but completely understood it in my dreams. My vivid dreams took me to different key points and I saw how I died. Didn’t stick around long for that one though…I know my husband had been a high ranking officer in the SS and a few other details but everything in between is mush.
Being with my ex also tapped his past life and we often had the exact same dreams nights in a row. Now I get to whine that the muse is lost and I no longer wake up speaking fluent German! How am I supposed to finish the novel if I can’t think/remember what happened? It’s not like I can Google the whole thing as I’m missing important information…names. Anytime I get close to having the names, I’m distracted or it’s right on the tip of my tongue and won’t come.
Camp NaNoWriMo ended a few days ago, and I finish my first full length novel! Now what? I have been working on that novel for well over a year, wrote a big chunk last month and the last thing I want is to reread it. Every bit of it is engrained in my head to the point I’m tired of it. It’s still my baby, but every parent needs a break now and then. It doesn’t mean we don’t love our children any less we just need a break.
Think about it, your so burnt out on writing this one novel that when you go back to edit you over look things. Then it gets bad reviews because of all the typos and you feel like you’ve let your readers and yourself down. So you have to have a grace period before going back to look at it. But what do you do in the mean time? How long do you take time away?
Too much time and you might forget about it. Too little time and it will drive you insane. What does one do while waiting to refresh the brain? Ideally I’d ship the book off to someone as a beta reader or editor, but my family is too busy to help and. I have not had good luck with others reading and giving me feedback.
I’ve said I don’t care if you love it or detest it, I just want honest feedback and those I send out copies to, I never hear from again. I try to work on other writings but nothing comes to me. Then I try to just rest and I become depressed because I’m not doing something productive. Dang’d if I do and dang’d if I don’t type of situation.
The month or so after finishing a book is just a confusing time for me and I needed to vent. Suggestions are always welcome.
Just thought I would pop in and apologize for the past two Mondays of no #Musical Monday Reviews. I have been busy with school and preparing for Camp NanoWriMo and waiting for a beta reader to get back to me about another book. I lost track of days and realized yesterday was Monday again. I am going to try to have three reviews for this next Monday. I’m not going to promise anything as I am crazy and could forget. I still have many musicals in my grasp and can’t wait to review them.
July Camp NanoWriMo is coming up and I am working on Naturally Luna. It is my first werewolf novella and is already up to 23,000 words with a goal of 40,000. I’m excited, I might actually make this goal! As for my beta reader, I’m lost.
I know it takes time to read and give one’s opinion but it’s been over a month with no word from her. I have emailed just to check up on her and see how she is doing. No pressure, it was just a worried author asking nicely how she was coming along. I didn’t badger or repeatedly send emails, it was just one, and nothing. I have sent books out to others and never heard anything back as well, so either I can’t write or they haven’t had a chance to read them yet or they just wanted free books.
Honestly, I’m going nuts worrying over beta readers. It drives me insane, waiting and waiting. Am I wrong in wanting to hear an update? I’m not even wanting a long, detailed update just a “It’s going well” or “Almost done.” Nothing more than three words. Is that wrong? Am I impatient for freaking out about not hearing from a beta reader, good or bad, for a month? Half a year or so in some cases? What is the standard waiting period? Is there a standard waiting period before it’s OK to freak out? All of this rolling around in my head, plus math class, creative writing class and everything that comes with school, writing, catching up on the shows I watch (by myself and those with the family), reading, life and just I’m a crazy person obsessing about everything.
Camp NanoWriMo is coming to a close, and I am very close to finishing my book. I know it is a bit crazy to think I can write a little less then 10,000 words in three days(especially with me taking time to write this) but I only have a chapter and a half left. So I’m ready to start looking for beta readers. Any takers? Email me and I can send you a copy, once it’s finished of course. 🙂
The book is about Magdalene, a senior in college, preparing for a trip to Europe and finally got the girl of her dreams. She has a perfect job working for a flower shop (that isn’t your typical flower shop) and not a care in the world. But Magdalene has a couple of pretty big secrets, that she wants to keep. However, the most dangerous of secrets walks in on the first day of school. Her ex-boyfriend is back in town and ready to violate his restraining order, as well as mess with her job. So she calls in her favor to The Family, and all hell ensues. In the end only one will survive, but who is going down?
Excerpt: “I was overweight in high school, so this uniform didn’t look half as good on me then as it does now. Boys and girls a like would pick on me and drive my self-esteem lower and lower. Then one day I met Alex. Handsome and smooth talking Alex. We bonded over our love for music and when we sang in choir, it was magic. We started out as friends but wanted to take it a step further.
“So we tried dating. Everything went smoothly for the first few weeks, we would hold hands and kiss each other goodbye on the cheek. He took me to movies and watch sunsets from high up on the ridge of the rock query, he was a perfect gentleman but then he tried to force himself on me.” I looked over at her to see how she was taking it so far. Monica seemed OK so far, but the tale is only starting to go dark.
I continued, “I fought him off and just treated it like he was joking around. He persisted and I broke up with him. Of course he spread it around that he broke up with me because I was too clingy or something.
“Then a few months later, he roped me in saying he was sorry and wouldn’t try anything like that again until I was ready. So we tried again and everything started the same as before. After awhile he began to force himself upon me and I would fight him, this time he would shame me into having sex with him.