Monday, August 22, 2016

Weekend Inspiration

We went camping this weekend. We slept in a tent. It was fun. But cold in the evening. Like down to single digits the first night (in Celsius temperatures, that is). I wore my coat to bed. That was a first for me.


But the rest of the time it was lovely! I got my exercise by walking down to the main gate to get cellphone reception as pelicans flew overhead. 

Going camping never fails to inspire me. There is something about having to get up in the dead of night and walk to the bathroom alone that inspires this romantic suspense writers creative juices.  My night excursions this time weren't so bad as the well lit shower facility was only meters away and it was a full moon. But on our last camping weekend, my middle of the night bathroom trek required a flashlight. The much smaller bathroom was several meters down a winding road. Full disclosure, I could get lost in a round room. I have absolutely no sense of direction. None. I can get turned around in a nanosecond. And it was pitch dark. I'm talking black, black, black. But I made it back. And I only almost walked into someone else's campsite once. 

But there's something about walking to the bathroom in the dark that makes you wonder just who these people sleeping around you are? But at the same time makes me feel like I'm living a little bit off the grid. The possibilities are endless.  Oh, the stories that come to mind...

Some day I'll write a book. 

Meanwhile, here's a clip from one of my favourite shows, Mantracker. There's a new tracker but this guy is still my favourite! 


Happy Monday to you all! What did you do this weekend?

Friday, August 19, 2016

Something Lighter

I got a little heavy last week, so let's try for something lighter.

What's your favorite color?

What's your favorite pizza toppings?

What kind of car do you drive?

What's your oldest piece of clothing?

Do you play board games?  Which is your favorite?

Cat person, dog person, or animal person?

Here are my answers:

Hunter green
Pepperoni and mushrooms
Chevy Cavalier
I have a pair of black boots I bought in 1991.
I used to play board games a lot, but not anymore.  My favorite was Scrabble.
I'm sort of an all animals person.  We only have a cat right now, but if I had the money and the time, we'd be overrun with critters here.

Monday, August 15, 2016

A Writing Sabbatical

I'm on a writing sabbatical until the end of August. Everyone needs to recharge, right? I was very much feeling the need for a break. I think I've come to a crossroads, of sorts, with my writing. I have needed to take some time to figure out my long range goals and how I'm going to move forward. I'm happy to say that I've made progress.


I don't know about the more sleep part...but I've drank my fair share of tea - and other beverages not mentioned -  and I just finished a great book. My first Sandra Brown novel, Friction. I really enjoyed the story and the writing. And now I get to go back and read some of her previous work! 

Sunsets!


Creating calm counts, right? Long walks - check! I'm training to walk a half-marathon in September. 20.1 kilometres. I'm totally freaked out. My sister and nephews have been here for two weeks so plenty of laughter and hugs. I indulge in dreaming on a regular basis so I've got that part covered. Our kids are coming camping with us next weekend which means a road trip which means fun. But again, no sleep.

Always LOVE. 


But I'll be hard at work by the beginning of September, once the long weekend has passed and summer begins to wind down. But in the next couple of weeks my office will undergo a metamorphosis.

Fresh paint on the walls.

New desk.

Renewed spirit.


Which is true for me but not necessarily true for everyone. Some people thrive whilst surrounded by what seems like chaos to me but makes perfect sense to them. I'll take before and after pictures so I can post the results. I'm so excited!

How about you? Have you taken a break from anything lately?

Friday, August 12, 2016

PTRD - Post Traumatic Relationship Disorder

If it ain't a real thing, it should be.  Seriously.  Bad relationships abound and, if we're lucky, they end.  The aftereffects of them, though, can last for years beyond the final goodbye.  (Setting aside those that won't accept goodbye as final, and who may perhaps stalk you afterwards.)

These bad relationships effect the way we handle new relationships.  Hell, they can ruin a burgeoning good relationship.  This, my friends, is caused by Post Traumatic Relationship Disorder. 

Let's say you have an ex-person who constantly turned everything you said against you.  You step into a new relationship on edge, waiting for something you said to become fodder. 

Let's say instead that you were with someone who constantly lied to you.  Now, you doubt everything a potential new mate says. 

Or what about the ex who stole from you?  It kind of makes you watch every move your next love makes - you know, just in case.

These new mates haven't done a damn thing wrong, but they get painted with the brush dipped into our experiences. 

Hubs referred to all this as boxes in our warehouse.  We opened some of them up and shared them when we were courting.  Then we closed them back up, sealed them, and shoved them back in there.  They're out of sight, but, for me, they're never really out of mind.  It's been twelve years and I can still hear the voices of relationships long dead whispering things in my head when I'm not guarding against them.

So, what do you do?  I'm not exactly sure.  I try to ignore the memories as best I can.  Being in a good relationship for a long time helps.  And when the demons crawl under my skin, I try to remind myself that those old experiences are not applicable to anything now. 

Hang in there, folks. It does get better.  And, remember, you can always kill them in your writing - even if you only write it for yourself to read.  That helps, too.  ;o)

Monday, August 8, 2016

Good Company and A MasterClass

I'm in the middle of having company for two whole weeks and I'm loving having my sister and nephews here. But it means I kind of forgot to plan a blog for last Monday...

Oops.

Also, I'm taking Aaron Sorkin's MasterClass, which is a fancy term for webinar series, on writing dialogue.

"You can't handle the truth!"
A Few Good Men


I love writing dialogue, but I imagine most writers do. 

Aaron Sorkin - The West Wing, The Newsroom, A Few Good Men, The American President, Steve Jobs, and The Social Network, is known for his wonderful dialogue. I love hearing about anyone's creative process, their philosophies, their routine. And I'm finding I could sit and listen to Sorkin talk anything. I might have a tiny crush blooming. 


The American President


I love this movie. Of course, I do! But one of my all time fav movie scenes is the dinner scene from Notting Hill. The one in which they compete for the final brownie and the one with the saddest story gets the treat? Love it. 

What about you? What's a favourite movie scene of yours?

Friday, August 5, 2016

Teaser Fun for Friday

Right now, I'm working on editing the third book in the Once Upon a Djinn series - Up Wish Creek.  It's nowhere near finished.  This is, after all, the first round of editor edits.  But I'm just so jazzed about this, I thought I'd lay down some words for the Killer Friends.  And give you the first look at my cover...

Pretty pretty purple.  Right?

And here's the teaser... 

It had been about a month since the shitstorm blew through and I turned a portion of North Florida into glass.  And there I was sitting in my library, trying to interrogate a book.  My ex-lover, who betrayed me, was nowhere to be found.  Not that I’d had time to look.  Which was probably for the best because I was so ready to kick his olive-brown ass. The last time I saw my dog he’d been transformed back into a gorgeous genie, and he was panting after the only surviving twin goddess of a long-extinct Nubian tribe.  My conniving former best friend was still a bitch—literally—and sleeping curled up on the rug in front of the fireplace.  But the more things change… Well, let’s just say things were working the way they’d always worked.  Life as a genie is long, but hey, unless you really work at it, it’s not boring.

Sometimes I wish I put forth the effort.

“Did the book tell you anything yet?” The only constant in my life, the right-proper Basil Hadresham shouted from another room.  He was my business partner, decades-long friend, and genie extraordinaire.  And he’d spent the past thirty some odd years keeping my life on an even keel.  Even if he did have a bad habit of bellowing through my home like a kid who’s too lazy to grab a snack from the kitchen.

“I heard you,” I shouted back because I was too lazy.  “And the answer is no. Did you get anything out of that damn dog yet?”

Basil entered my library with the dog in question trailing behind him.  “The bitch is being bloody difficult.”

She will tell you nothing, appeared across the blank page of the book in front of me.  Just as you will learn nothing from me.

“And here I was thinking you’d want to brag a little,” I said back to what was, in reality, a former genie who’d chosen to become an Efreet.  Since genies can’t apply the death penalty the way Efreet can, Amun got sentenced to spending a good long while as a smart-mouth, uptight, pain in my ass book.  I’d taken a bit of shit for going off-script and making him reading material instead of the family pet, but, hey, he deserved it.   


Hope y'all got a kick out of that.  This really is a teaser, though, because this book won't be out until some time in September.  When in September isn't settled yet.  Let's just say that the quicker I can get my editing done, the sooner it will be back in my editor's hands so she can proof it and send it back to me, so I can finish up and get this into your hands. 

Friday, July 29, 2016

Baby Raccoons!

I can't think of anything to blog about this morning, so here's a pic of a couple baby raccoons:

They're eating in the deer's corn pan. 

Lately, every morning we see the local mama raccoons bring their babies by for some crunchy corn.  The other night, we had baby raccoons climbing our black cherry tree looking for sweet treats.  They're cute as all get out.  And we're keeping our fingers crossed they never develop an interest in getting into the house, because as cute as raccoons are, they're also very destructive little buggers.