Thursday, August 31, 2006

More desperate than ever

WIP has turned into some diabolical waking dream. The plot just won't hang together straight, I can't seem to get a proper handle on the characters and the sex (a pretty intrinsic part of erotica) keeps running for cover. It's all getting me down...boohoo! And to make matters worse, I keep dreaming of Vaughan.

Vaughan, was the scrumptious piece of roguery from my first novel, A Gentleman's Wager, for anyone who didn't know. He's always been my favourite character, but as I've already told his story he mostly sits in the back of my mind being a teasing memory. However, owing to some epically proportioned weirdness while researching the location for the paranormal short/novella I'm gearing up to write, we went to visit his home. That is, the place I named him after, and just down the road I found his house. Of course, I didn't specifically know it was his house until we got there, but then I just knew this was exactly where he would live. And, boy was it beautiful (just like him). I've already promised myself a whole day there sometime soon, just to sit, write and drink coffee...mmm...

...okay, maybe the writing life isn't so bad.

My seckrit project is brushing up nicely, other half has now read it and given it a thumbs up after a few tweaks. This weekend I'm determined to hammer that synopsis into shape and get the bugger out of the door. On which subject, back to work...

Recently watched: Heroic Duo & Nine Songs
Currently listening to: Moon by Gackt
Currently reading: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Room to think

Not much writing done yesterday, instead I got down to some serious de-cluttering/furniture rearrangement. Now what's this got to do with writing you ask. Well, let me explain...

Once upon a time there was me and my other half and we lived in a three bedroom house. Everything was perfect, we had a bedroom, technically his room; a workroom, which contained my desk, books and junk; and a guest room, which also masqueraded as an LRP store. Then baby number one arrived. Guest room became the nursery, which meant the guest bed moved to my workroom along with some of the LRP stuff, and the rest got shoved into assorted cupboards and cubbyholes. All was still fine, if a little cramped in the workroom, but hey, there was still space for the baby to play while I wrote. Then baby two arrived! Do you see where this is going? Child two moved into the nursery, Child one moved into my workroom, and the contents of my workroom... Let's see, the guest bed moved house, the LRP stuff was culled and the remainder confined to the outhouse in the garden, and my desk, books etc moved into our bedroom. If this wasn't bad enough, my other half then decided on a change of career and became a teacher along with all that entails, eg. boxes of marking, lesson plans and work sheets. My desk was no longer my own. Third book was written on a laptop balanced on the arm of the sofa, while breastfeeding.

All this brings us back to yesterday and my sort out. Well, I now have a desk again, and I'm already feeling the benefits. Despite not switching the computer on until midnight I still managed a resonable 500 words, but better still, I had a few wicked ideas, one of which had me cackling inanely and itching to tell my other half. But, no. I am not telling, I'm saving it as a surprise for when he does the edits.

So, my advice for the day. If your plot's going nowhere and your structure is a mess, try decluttering your workspace. It works for me!

Now, I just need to figure out how to write a novella and I'll be sorted.

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Recently watched: Nada.
Currently listening to: Noisy kiddies.
Currently reading: The Angels' Share by Maya Hess & The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Nocturnal exploits.

I considered pulling an all nighter last night, caught up in the world of Thea, Richard and Stark. Luckily, common sense prevailed around 3am. Believe me, as much as I'd like to work through and crawl beneath the duvet at daybreak, small children just don't allow for such behaviour. I woke with a sore head and it hasn't much improved.

Anyway, things are plodding along. The synopsis I was supposed to be hacking into shape has taken a back seat and instead I've pushed on with the main text. The only problem I'm having is that I can't tell if it's brilliant or shit. Maybe it's neither. Maybe that's worse. Urgh!

Okay, I'm back after several hours...

... and Desperate Measures is become more desperate. Why, you ask? Because I'm a fool that's why. Instead of writing a nice relationship heavy contemp with quirky characters and a nice mix of sex and angst, I'm writing a bloody historical that's determined to have a proper plot in addition to the relationship, quirky characters, sex angst. Ruddy history. Ruddy plot! Why do I do it? Answers on a postcard - hang on, showing my age there - better make it in an email, or hey, just as a comment. Someone explain this madness to me. Pleeease!

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Recently watched: I don't have time for TV.
Currently listening to: The rain.
Currently reading: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

The return

Three castles, two ancient villages, two barrows, a stone circle, a Johnny Depp fest (aka Pirates of the Carribbean) and a day at the beach later, I'm back to the grind of being a writer. For a change, the holiday was wonderful, although the swimming pool could have been warmer and I could wish that my small daughter wasn't quite so determined to throw herself from the ramparts of every castle she visits. Still, it made a refreshing change, sadly somewhat undone by the totally diabolical journey home. Now I remember why we alway travel during the small hours. Never again are we braving the M anything during daylight.

Anyway, on to the important stuff. I've come back to two nice surprises. The first, the rather nifty cover for Sex in Public.



and the second, that Passion of Isis has now been translated into Norweigan and retitled as Lotusblomsten. It also has a rather nifty cover, which I'm well pleased with even if it doesn't look anything like the actual characters.



Progress too has been made today on Desperate Measures. I have a messy synopsis, a prologue, and a newly tweaked chapter one, which makes me feel as if I'm on target for getting the proposal out of the door. I also have the beginnings of an idea for the BL Paranormal Erotica anthology, although one for Sex with Strangers would probably be more useful at this stage since its deadline is closer. Downside, I still can't think of a damn cool title for my seckrit project. Any suggestions...anyone! Yeah, I know it'd help if you knew what it was about, but I'm still not ready to fess up, just yet. Soon, hopefully...maybe...

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Recently watched: Dead Man's Chest
Currently listening to: A crazy jumble of voices in my head all shouting for attention.
Currently reading: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Just a quickie...

as I'm off on holiday phase two at 4am tomorrow, but I had to say,

Woohoo! I went to meet fellow Black Lace author, Mathilde Madden for lunch today. We had a lovely time (leastways I did, I hope she did!) chatting about vampire bondage, yaoi/slash, seckrit projects etc. I have to say, it was so refreshing to be able to talk to someone in person about the ins and outs of writing erotica, without being looked at as you've grown two heads or have pervert written across your skin in red marker pen. I do wonder what the folk around us thought...heehee...actually, I don't really care, and I don't think anyone really noticed us lurking in our dark corner (vbg).

Anyway, I'm now feeling very enthused about writing, and totally excited about the possibility of meeting en mass with some of the other erotica authors I know.

Gotta dash, back next week, hopefully with an update on those proposals.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum

Well, I'm back from my jollies (as my sister would say) and as usual a week under canvas has left me totally exhausted. Don't get me wrong, I love camping, but it's hard work with two little ones, and I mightily object to being woken at 3am by water dripping on my nose. It's a good job it's a big tent and has another sleeping pod we could move into, still, I think that will be its last outing.

In other news, I've just heard that my story Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, will appear in the Black Lace anthology Sex in Public, so I'm chuffed. Sadly, there's little to report on my other projects, must get on with those as I hope to get a proposal for Desperate Measures off to BL by the end of the month, and a proposal for my seckrit project sent out. The first draft of SP is nearly finished, fingers crossed that I can make it saleable. I have a publisher in mind, but who knows. In the writing world things rarely go to plan.
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Recently watched: Even more Poldark
Currently listening to: the washing machine
Currently reading: The Angels' Share by Maya Hess