Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Writing is a curious occupation.
Seriously, I'm constantly baffled by how it can be the easiest and most difficult occupation in the world. Take last night for example. There I was, doing my best to actually get some words down on one of the numerous ongoing projects I have, and all I really managed to do was tweak a few sentences. I knew something came next but I was buggered if I knew what.
Cut to this morning...
For no apparent reason I'm suddenly drowning in ideas. Scenes and characters are all splashing about, snapshots of about seven different books are forming a horrific montage in my brain and all I seem able to do is run about frantically trying to catch the torrent in a tea cup.
Please send larger tea cup!
Maybe it's the snow! Or the fact that I'm kind of excited about the fact that 2008 is ending. It hasn't been a great year. There have been good bits, but mostly I seem to have spent a lot of time wading. Here's to 2009. Let's hope it's a good one.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL
- Beautiful Samurai, White Tiger, Sedonia Guillone
- Les Bijoux Volume 3 Eun-Ha Jo & Sang-Sun Park
- Les Bijoux Volume 2 Eun-Ha Jo & Sang-Sun Park
- Les Bijoux Volume 1 Eun-Ha Jo & Sang-Sun Park
- Swallowing Darkness, Laurell K Hamilton
- A Lick of Frost, Laurell K Hamilton
- The New Rakes, Nikki Magennis
- The Movie, Louise Bagshawe
- Dark Embrace, Sherrilyn Kenyon
- Dark Prince, Christine Feehan
- His Beautiful Samurai, Sedonia Guillone
- The Raven Prince, Elizabeth Hoyt
- Red Angel, Makoto Tateno
- Reckless, Saskia Walker
- Seven, Momoko Tenzen
- Lord of Scoundrels, Loretta Chase
- Darkside Blues, Hideyuki Kikuchi
- Everything Forbidden, Jess Michaels
- Indiscretions, Elayne S Venton
- The Silver Cage, Mathilde Madden
- Lover Enshrined, JR Ward
- Nicholas, Elizabeth Amber
- Black Knight volume 1, Kai Tsurugi
- Return to Me, Julia Templeton
- Let Dai Volume 6, Sooyeon Wan
- Let Dai Volume 5, Sooyeon Wan
- For Her Pleasure, Maya Banks
- Let Dai Volume 4, Sooyeon Wan
- Glamour, Louise Bagshawe
- In Too Deep, Portia da Costa (beta version)
- Sin, Sharon Page
- Loves Strategy, Samantha Kane
- All About Passion, Stephanie Laurens
- Cantarella Volume 1, You Higuri
- Possession, Mathilde Madden, Madelynne Ellis & Anne Tourney
- All About Love, Stephanie Laurens
- Love Under Siege, Samantha Kane
- Courage to Love, Samantha Kane
- Gerard & Jacques, Volume 2, Fumi Yoshinaga
- Gerard & Jacques Volume 1, Fumi Yoshinaga
- The Vintner's Luck, Elizabeth Knox
- The Rules of Gentility, Janet Mullany
Thursday, December 18, 2008
No. 5. Is another opening. This one from my Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Demon/Gothic Madness, otherwise known as The Bloody Book, or the follow-on to Broken Angel.
Much as I love writing historical fiction, sometimes, I love the freedom of the fantasy genre. It's nice to let my imagination run wild, and not to have to check every last detail for accuracy.
The sky was dark except for the blood red of the moon.
Blaze Makaresh stirred in his bed as someone walked their fingers up his thigh. Irritably, he batted at the annoyance, only for the caress to climb to his stomach and trace the intricate loops and flourishes of his tattoo. Higher still, it lingered over one nipple, before settling over his heart.
Here, the skin was raised and mottled, an ancient sigil burned into to the otherwise smooth flesh.
‘Asha,’ he sighed. ‘Asha, is that you, my love?’ His eyes fluttered open, in time to see her join the sigil burned into her own palm tightly to the one on his chest. Energy pulsed between them. It rushed upwards out of his chest, leaving his body cold. A faint purple-edged glow twisted around her arm, until it almost reached her throat. With flame-like fingertips it licked at her bared collarbone.
‘Blaze,’ she purred, the word so much like a caress he felt it stroke across his loins—soft, pleasant, so different to the bite of her nails upon his chest.
‘How are you here?’ he asked.
‘You tell me, Demon Prince. You’re in control of this mess.’ Her eyes flared green, strangely luminescent.
Blaze struggled to free himself of her hold, suspecting some form of subterfuge, but all he succeeded in doing was making her laugh.
‘Sex and flesh, isn’t that the demon way?’ Her nails continued to bite, making ruddy half-moon impressions in the skin. ‘Isn’t this what you wanted from the start? To have control.’ She lowered her head and licked a line up the side of his throat. The hungry caress ended by his ear. She nuzzled against him, warm and soft, though no breath tickled the sensitive lobe. ‘Or at least the illusion of it.’ She nipped his earlobe with her teeth, hard enough to draw blood, which tickled as it rolled down his neck and onto her tongue. ‘Surely you didn’t expect to steal my soul and give nothing in return?’
‘I expected nothing. If I’d known…’ He reached a hand towards her, cupped the gentle curve of her cheek. ‘Oh, Asha.’
The sound of her laugher rippled across his senses, a tinkling uneasy sound that shattered the glass by the bedside. He turned his head to avoid the splinters, but one still struck his temple, leaving a bloody nick.
Asha grasped his wrist and pinned it tight to the side of his head. ‘I’ve borne unimaginable pain for you. It’s your turn to know that agony now.’ She tore her hand from his chest, ripping the two sigils apart and cutting the flow of energy between them. Suddenly, light-headed, Blaze sagged into the mattress. ‘Submit to me, Blaze.’ She slid her palm down over the firm contours of his abdomen to the sensitive place between his naval and his groin. ‘Just submit.’
As if there were anything else he could give her. He was hers already, had been since the moment they’d met. He found her cool poised indifference more entrancing than any obvious erotic display. He’d let her allure cloud his reasoning, become slaven to his need to be with her, and let the fire raging between them drive events when control would have served them better. Still, he couldn’t undo the past, and nor was he entirely sure he wanted to. He didn’t want to lose that passion.
Even now, the scent of her, so close, and her presence above him coaxed his already taxed senses. The demon within demanded satisfaction. He growled at the slow undulation of her body against his. Sweat beaded across his body. He felt it even in the gaps between his toes. Mine, his heart screamed. My love. My soul mate. My queen.’
The heat rising from his skin steeped them both in sweat. It beaded across her brow and brought the faintest hint of colour to her pale cheeks.
‘I love you, Blaze,’ she whispered, into his mouth just before their lips met. ‘But now you have to burn. Set the world alight…’ Her palm closed around the length of his shaft where it lay sandwiched between their near naked bodies. ‘Burn.’ Her thumb traced a slow circle around the flared head of his cock. His pulse raced. Each touch was pure sweet agony. He already burned, with his need for her, the desperation he felt to bury himself inside her.
He stopped thinking in terms of black and white. His vision skewed. A blood red vision swam across the inside of his eyelids. Explosive orange splashed across blank white walls. Her smile became a flash of purple that melted slowly into lilac.
‘Stop,’ he pleaded. ‘I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve already hurt you enough.’
The coaxing of her hand didn’t stop. Every nerve in his body leapt as she swept her thumb over the delicate slit. It wept tears. ‘Burn, Blaze. Burn.’ Her teeth slid into the soft flesh of his neck. Exquisite agony. Perfect pain surged through every neural pathway. The sound of two heartbeats pounded like duelling drums. Fever enveloped him, but even as he welcomed the bittersweet cloud of release, his body tensed at the sense of encroaching darkness.
‘Burn…’ Her whisper faded from his ears.
The sky was no longer black… but yellow and grey. Ash swirled in the breeze, as pretty as the blood-speckled snow that covered the roof tiles. Blaze stared at his bloodied hands in dismay. Everything he thought he had was gone. Nothing would be the same again.
Forked lightning pierced the sky. A blue streamer poured along the apex of the cathedral roof and into him. It surged up his spine, filling him with uncontrollable energy.
Across the city, the Birdcage was alight. The entirety of the eyrie lit up like a warning beacon. Screams and clash of arms filled the streets below.
‘Asha,’ he called, bewildered by all that flowed around him. He stretched out his hands, but nobody took them. Nobody offered him comfort. He was utterly alone. ‘A..sh..a!’
His dejection found no end. Blaze closed his eyes. The licking flames inside his eyelids grew higher.
He snapped his eyes open again, coming to attention, as a single word passed his lips, ‘Burn.’
Snippet No. 4 is the opening of Desperate Measures. One day, I might even get round to finishing this novel. Somehow other things always seem to sneak ahead of it in the to do pile.
‘No! Put it back. Put it back.’
The sound of her shriek echoed down the grand staircase, to silence the mob below. Thea stared over the balcony at the sea of unfamiliar faces, the rough clothing and dirty boots. What were these people doing here? Where were the servants? Who’d let them in? The pair of ruffians eyed her warily as they removed a cumbersome portrait of herself and her husband. Had the talk of rebellion on the wind grown so strong that it had overtaken them as they slept?
No. These were not men-at-arms. They were a shifty rabble of thieves and scoundrels. She turned her attention back to the pair balancing her wedding portrait and scooped up a convenient candelabrum. ‘Get out.’ She rushed towards them, looking she realised, like some wild harridan off the moors. She was dressed in only her chemise and stays, with her long wavy hair flowing loose down her back. There’d been no maid to dress her, and the commotion outside her door had grown so loud that she’d been unable to ignore it any longer.
‘How dare you. Put that back.’
The pair jerked away from her, dropping the huge portrait in their haste. It toppled forward onto the stairs and slid down the carpet like an enormous pie tin. At the bottom, it crashed on to the marble tiles with the percussive force of military band. The echo of its landing throbbed in her ears as the two ruffians scrambled down into the safety of their brethren. Twenty or so faces peered up at her from around the fallen gilt-frame.
'Get out, all of you,’ she screamed.
Ignoring the response, she crossed the landing. Where in hell was her husband? ‘Phillip!’ There was no sign of him in his bedchamber, although his bed was rumpled. At least he’d come home. That was a good sign.
His day clothes were laid out, but missing the trousers. The rabble had obviously woken him. She’d find him abroad somewhere, making sense of this mayhem.
Was this how her grandmother had felt, she wondered as she headed towards the backstairs to the kitchens, when Cromwell’s men had ransacked her home in search of royalists? Why was it happening now? They couldn’t think them Jacobins, surely. No. But there’d been too many rumours of dissent recently, to brush off anything. She needed to dress, and she needed help. One woman against the mob was never going to achieve much. Presumably, there’d be someone below who knew what was going on. Someone must have let them in.
There was a rustle of fabric as she approached the linen closet. Thea wrenched open the door to find the dainty between-maid trying to conceal herself beneath a pile of bed sheets.
The girl lurched to attention, and dropped a hasty curtsy.
‘Where’s Mr Roche?’
‘Begging your pardon, ma’am, but he’s gone. The bailiffs dragged him off about a half-hour ago. Said he owed too much, and that people wanted paying.’
‘What? They’ve taken him where?’
‘The gaol house, ma’am. It’s where they send them what can’t pay. They rest they send up to Durham.’
Impossible. They had money, didn’t they? Only last week he’d bought her a set of rubies. There was a mistake, had to be. How much was he supposed to owe that they needed to strip the house? Is that what the mob were, bailiffs?
Thea moved back onto the landing overlooking the hall, with Lucy at her heels. ‘What happened to the rest of the servants?’ There was a lump of fear in her throat now, a ball of rising panic.
‘Most of them have gone. They scarpered pretty quick once Stark and his men turned up. Nobody wants to stand up to him, and there didn’t seem much point in staying if there weren’t going to be anything left. Will we get our wages, ma’am?’
‘But you stayed.’
‘The village is a canny walk, and the owner’s coming down. I thought I’d hang about long enough to see if he needs any housekeeping staff until there’s a new tenant.’
Tenant! She wanted to scream in the girl’s face. Phillip’s family owned the property. It was theirs as part of the marriage settlement.
The girl curled her fingers into Thea’s shoulder. ‘Your trunks are still in your room from your visit to York. Not meaning to be forward, and all, but hadn’t you best go and pack? Stark’s known as being a nasty brute. He’ll turn you out as you are.’
‘Trunks,’ Thea mumbled. ‘Packing.’ Bewildered, she grasped the banister and headed back towards her room. The mob were still circling below. They’d stripped the furniture and furnishings from the entrance hall and they were now bringing things out from the adjoining rooms. Who was responsible for this? Her husband had friends. Where were they? Tears prickled behind her eyes. She sniffed, and blinked them away. No matter what, she’d keep her dignity. She’d hold her head high.
‘Mrs Roche.’ There was a blond man heading towards her up the stairs. Lucy ran, fleeing into the darkness of the servants’ passage like a rabbit bolting for its burrow. Thea held her ground and watched his approach. Unlike the ruffians below, he seemed refined, polished, of her class. He was dressed a la mode in a full-skirted coat, and knee breeches, which he’d tucked into his white stockings. ‘Mrs Roche, I’m Thieftaker Stark. Your servant.’ He bowed low over his beribboned cane.
‘My servants seem to have deserted me.’
‘Aye, so it would seem.’ He lifted his head.
Thea jolted away from him, though wished she hadn’t when a smile of satisfaction spread across his ruined visage. The skin across his left eye was creased into a web of red and silver lines. The eye itself was milky, while the rest of him was undeniable handsome. Once he’d have been painted, admired, celebrated, but the fates had turned a cruel hand. Thea clasped her fist to her chest. Stark turned his head to one side, then the other, showing her his flawless profile, then ruined one. The widest of the scars was the same breadth as her finger. It overwhelmed her with such a terrible urge to touch. Damn him, but he knew he was making an impact.
'Have you a message for me, Mr Stark?’ She dragged her gaze down to the square toes of his buckled shoes.
‘I do. As of eight o’ clock this morning, my men have taken your husband Phillip Roche of Frosterley into custody.’
‘On what charge?’ She fought to keep her voice neutral.
‘Substantial gambling debts, and an inability to provide any means to settle them or his accounts with tradesmen of the county.’
When I set out writing Pure Folly, it was meant entirely for my consumption, just an exercise in reminding myself what I love about writing. I'm still surprised in the interest it drew from other people. Hope you enjoy the sneak preview. It's currently slated for release May 09.
Barely through the privy door, Alastair tore open the front fall of his breeches and shoved aside his cotton drawers freeing his cock.
His hand closed tight about the stem, as he drove his cock through the ring of his coiled fingers and thumb.
The room was large for a privy, and pleasantly dark and cool, as were the bricks against his back.
That was good. That was better.
The tension in his groin didn’t ease exactly, if anything it grew. Intoxicating tingles swept down from his glans as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. “Jude…” he sighed. Eyes closed he let his mind wander back to the room above.
Generally even in the midst of his fantasies he was careful, but this time the images weren’t to be stopped. Jude squirmed beneath him, protesting as his hand fisted in Jude’s hair. He held him down, arms pinned above his fair head, as he ripped his breeches down to expose his loins. He wanted to be gentle, wanted to smooth the silken strands curled around his fingers, but Jude wouldn’t keep still. He had to force him into the depths of the ruptured mattress, so that the spilled feathers dappled their bodies like snowflakes.
Time slowed as he exposed the almond-coloured skin of Jude’s arse. Still holding him fast, he kneed his legs apart. Alastair lowered his head and rubbed his cheek across the taut muscle. He stuck out his tongue and licked into the crease between the globes. Tasted him. Wetted him, ready for what came next.
He wanted to get inside him, feel the heat of him around him. Needed this so…damn…much.
Jude’s fear, his reluctance just added piquancy to the fantasy. This wasn’t how he really wanted it. He wanted them to be equals. Mutual attraction. But the desire to push deep and draw back slowly, cruelly tested him. It made him long to fuck Jude hard, and drive himself over the edge.
Sweat broke out across his body. He felt it across the planes of his back, and the creases of his armpits. The linen at his throat strangled him, making him gasp for breath. With his free hand, Alastair tugged at the knot, but being free of that silken swathe wasn’t enough. He pushed his hand up inside his shirt and worked his palm over the rigidly knotted muscles of his stomach. He pinched his own nipples, as he imagined Jude’s skin beneath his palms again. This time he held the firm globes of his bottom apart so that the delicate pink wrinkled hole winked invitingly up at him. He pressed the head of his cock to it, battered against it seeking entrance as Jude pushed back against him in turn. “Yes,” his lover murmured. “Yes, do it. Impale me. Bugger me. Fuck me, Alastair. Fuck me. And do it hard.”
How could he resist such an offer?
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
This one's from the Dreaded Contemporary. It's a little glimpse of Kit from Ross's perspective.
Ross held her, and kept working his hips even as she sobbed into his shoulder. Just the tip of his little finger teased her arse, had lit up all the nerve-endings there so that her orgasm pulsed and pulsed. So many times he’d teased her. Told her he was going to fuck her there. Stick his nice hard cock into her voluptuous arse. The mere suggestion of it was enough to set her writhing.
Only who was he really tormenting—himself or her?
He got hard just imagining pressing his cock to her dark hole. Except, at this moment it wasn’t his cock that he was imagining filling her. No, in fantasyland he was right where he was, deep in her cunt, feeling the crazy flutter of her muscles squeezing his shaft.
Kit stood in the kitchen doorway, his eyes as black as tar, only a million times more luminous. His black hair fell in a jumbled shadow over his face, partially concealing his expression, but when Ross looked into his eyes, he saw the shape of things to come, and things as they’d once been. For a split second, he wondered if he’d been wrong to invite Kit to stay. Not that he’d ever been able to say no to him. As teenagers they’d done a hell of a lot of fucked up stuff, experimenting, pushing boundaries. He’d never managed to turn his back on Kit.
Kit had been there the first time he’d lain with a girl. Sharon, her name was. Older than him, already self-assured at the grand age of twenty-three. It hadn’t been pretty, just seedy really, looking back. Sandwiched together out the back of some nightclub, wedged between a drainpipe and a car exhaust. He’d felt like shit afterwards, but he’d stuck around, watched while Kit had her too.
Their gazes locked across the space of the living room.
Evie lay sated and lethargic in his arms, her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, still crooning to herself.
‘Come,’ Kit whispered. One word, not even firmly spoken and his body leapt to do Kit’s bidding, just as it had always done. Breath ragged, Ross hid his face in Evie’s shoulder as his balls gave up their load.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
This one is from Fortuna... A little way into the novel, and Fortuna is finding out a bit about some of Giles Dovecote's friends. :-)
The splintered remains of her teacup and saucer still lay strewn across the hall tiles. Fortuna crept to the bottom of the stairs. There was no sign of Dovecote or his man to ask for a nightshift, but Lord Darleston stood in silent repose against the wall by the drawing room door. His eyes were closed, while his long hair lay fanned across the shoulders of his dark coat like rich seams of copper.
Fortuna warily approached. She reached past him to open the drawing room door, only for his hand to close on top of hers as she clasped the doorknob.
“I shouldn’t if I were you.” His whispered words hissed against her cheek, sending a zing of fear and excitement through her insides.
“Why?” She jerked away from his touch, and rubbed at her hand as if she could remove the impression of his palm.
He was more powerfully built than Dovecote. Taller, his shoulders broader, hips narrower, and his mouth far more sultry. She recalled how he’d crowded her mother, and made her blush. How he’d spun her about the dance floor, his agenda hidden behind a façade of civility.
“Giles isn’t in there.”
A streak of danger hung about him that piqued her interest in a way that she dared not explore. She couldn’t imagine Darleston offering to protect her in the way Giles had.
He moved ever so slightly, so that his thigh brushed her skirts. “Do you believe in free love, Miss Allenthorpe?”
She blinked up at him uncertainly. “Free love?” It sounded like something a rakehell would enjoy and that she ought to faint over.
“It’s what you’ll find in this room. So, best be certain of what you’re seeking before you enter.” He tweaked the knob and let the door swing inwards.
In the bronze glow of the hearth, Neddy and Lady Darleston lay entwined. The latter wore only her stockings. The remainder of her clothes lay strewn across the furniture. Neddy, to her shock, was completely naked. The firelight licked pleasing shadows across the broad expanse of his back. His upper arms were thickly corded with the sort of muscles she’d seen on farm labourers and navvies. Not the sort of evidence of work she expected to see on a gentleman. Lower, his legs were equally firmed and covered in thick golden hairs. His bottom was comprised of two firm globes, which in that wild moment, she could imagine digging her nails into so they left red half-moon indents in the flesh.
Fortuna could count on one hand the number of real kisses she’d seen. She’d never seen real people engaged in a sexual act. Her breath became flighty as she watched them arch together. Lucy’s hand lay curled around Neddy’s thick and ruddy staff, while his fingers dipped repeatedly into her slit.
Curiously light-headed, Fortuna took a step back from the doorway.
“Do they excite you?” Darleston’s words intruded upon her wayward thoughts. His gaze fixed upon her face.
“Your brother... Your wife...” she gasped. How could he stand by and tolerate the adultery?
Who says I get to decide what my characters do?
I tell you, they have minds of their own.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I'm seriously bogged down in all the seasonal stuff at the moment. Lots of activities that are demanding my attention and take me away from getting any writing done. I keep promising myself that I'm going to settle down to it in the evenings, but it never seems to happen. I'm just wa-ay too tired. The other problem is that I have far too many projects on the go, and I can't seem to settle on one of them long enough to really get into it. I guess this is what happens when you're sitting around waiting to see if editors will bite.
Fortuna is still out at various places... sigh... so nobody hold their breath over when that's going to be available. I'm also waiting to hear about the Dreaded Contemporary.
Meanwhile, my projects list looks something like this:
The Dreaded Contemporary (It's contemporary so much harder to settle to. Mind keeps wandering to all the hot monkey sex the guys are NOT having.)
Desperate Measures (I don't know why I'm not working on this, cause actually it's rather fun.)
Yon paranormal (Problem here is that I need to get in the zone to make any progress on it. The style is somewhat different to the other projects, and it's quite complex. Lots of characters with their own Machiavellian motivations.)
Darleston (I could work on this, but I feel I ought to place Fortuna first)
AGW3 (see Darleston... Since the books are related.)
m/m novella (Only got added to the list last night, when I realised that an idea I've had tumbling around my head for aeons is actually a workable story concept. Must not get distracted by this, and choosing a title and character names.)
Two short stories (Deadlines fast approaching. Gah, I'd much rather work on something longer.)
So-oo, that's me!
Oh, nearly forgot. Cast your votes in the sidebar, and I'll post an offering from one of the aforementioned projects.
Monday, December 08, 2008
You can read the full review here.
I love it when I find nice reviews, they make the day a bit brighter.
As for everything else. Well, Lust Bites ended, and I don't feel as if I was really around much to appreciate the finale. Life plain got in the way over the last week or so. I've hardly been around online and I've done next to know writing. Wish I could say I've been lounging around watching TV or reading or something, but actually, I've just been tied up with personal matters that needed sorting out. Of course, things aren't likely to improve much now as we're into the Xmas season and all that entails.
Right now I off to pick up one of my many ongoing projects and see if I can get back into the swing of writing. Wish me luck. Hmmmm, which one to choose...
Recently watched: Survivors
Currently listening to: Jesus by Gackt
Currently reading: Swallowing Darkness by Laurell K Hamilton
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Anyway, I now have a cat called Mimi. In the book, that is, not at home. The rabbits wouldn't like that.
Somehow this monster of a book has transformed itself into an erotic suspense novel. How exactly did that happen? Having someone disappear seemed like such a good idea a week ago.
Still, I'm loving Kit. And it's interesting seeing him develop from how he was in the recent short story I wrote about his life in Tokyo, to how he is back in England.
I'm still itching to get back to Blaze & Asha in BM though.
Recently watched: Survivors
Currently listening to: Still not doing the music thing.
Currently reading: A Lick of Frost by Laurell K Hamilton
Monday, November 24, 2008
I've been staring at these guys today...
Actually, scratch that. I've been working on some website updates, some agent queries, brushing up the proposal for the dreaded contemporary, and trying to make some progress on the half-cooked story I'm considering sending in for the Black Lace Misbehaviour call. The deadline for which is next week.
Not superwoman standard, but not bad all things considered.
Now I just need to type up the notes I made on that story and then I can settle down to catch up on either Survivors or Einstein and Edison. I think I'm allowed to watch a bit of TV occasionally.
As for the dreaded contemporary - I think it's slowly growing on me, or at least the characters are. I think/hope that they're a nice mix of sexy and yet vulnerable. The plan is to have the proposal sent off by the end of the week, so I'd better pour some of this growing affection into the synopsis. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Not synopsis writing again.
Seriously, I hope one day to be able to write books without having to provide a synopsis.
Recently watched: Timewatch: How to write a Mills & Boon Novel
Currently listening to: Not in a music mood at the moment
Currently reading: A Lick of Frost by Laurell K Hamilton
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Lets just say I fell off the horse recently, and as taught, got straight back on... Cue wild gallop and a vicious cold. Last week was crazy. Seriously upside down crazy. It remains to be seen whether there'll be a payoff to make it worth it.
Am I being too cryptic? LOL
Anyway, back to normal this week, and I've realised that I need to get a few things dealt with before I properly settle down to BM again. That is, getting the proposal for the dreaded contemporary done, and writing some short stories for various upcoming calls. I can't say the prospect of either filled me with much enthusiasm yesterday, but I plodded on. Today has been much better. 2K of naughty sex written this morning, and I think I've got a handle on the characters, or at least I'm getting there. I've had the basic plot of the contemp outlined for ages, but there's been something missing that's stopped me getting on with it. Silly me, I should have just dealt with it the way I normally do... Keep writing, and let the characters speak. They'll spell it out.
Ross just did.
I forgot to let him have a voice before. I was missing his perspective. (Stupid, stupid, Madelynne). Naturally, Ross is really at the centre of things and has the best background knowledge of the other characters, so he should have been the one I was talking too.
Poor boy. From what he's just said, I think he's going to end up horribly torn.
Recently watched: BSG Season four.
Currently listening to: Moon by Gackt
Currently reading: The New Rakes by Nikki Magennis.
Friday, November 07, 2008
You can read a teeny snippet of my story El Alquimista over at Lust Bites today, along with teasers from stories by Janine Ashbless, Portia da Costa and Madeline Moore.
This story is my favourite out of all the short stories I've ever written. I like that it blurs the line between what's horror and what's erotic. That, and the Alchemist is not one of my usual characters, for starters he has no hair. (I do like my men with long flowing locks :-)) He also has far far more background history than characters in my short stories normally do, but then, he is pretty old.
Recently watched: Still absolutely zilcho. I'm far too busy polishing something ready to send off.
Currently listening to: Finntroll
Currently reading: The New Rakes by Nikki Magennis.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Still bobbing about between various projects, mainly BM and DM. Have to thank MB for reminding me about this guy, Atsushi Sakurai.
I just love his bone structure, and his mouth. Oh
yeah, that mouth just screams sensuality. Anyway, so now I have a visual for Skaa. Skaa being the mean arse silent type who was lurking in the corner. I have his number now... ah, ha ha...yes I do.
Not that he's actually turned up in the text yet. I'm way off reaching that point as I've spent the last week rejigging things. I realised that I needed to go back and refine things and put some stuff in a slightly different order.
Blaze's killer line, still cracks me up.
As for Desperate Measures... Well, the plot has certainly changed. Bye bye cross dressing and jail cells, bring on the ink and bondage. You can interpret that in whatever fashion you like. All I'm saying is that I'm growing increasingly fond of Stark. He's so pretty, and ruined and messed up. And Richard, what are you doing? Are you infact a very very bad man indeed. Dammit, you idiot, you're supposed to be the hero.
Hm, of course, I still have the minor problem of excess spouses.
Right ho, off to brave the now considerably heavier snow...
Recently watched: Absolutely zilcho
Currently listening to: Likewise
Currently reading: There's a bit of a theme going on here today... Okay, about to start The New Rakes by Nikki Magennis.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
1. Reviewers who clearly haven't read the book.
2. Editors that don't get back to you.
3. My own inability to be satisfied with anything less than perfection.
4. My own inability to produce said perfection.
5. People who phone me when I'm writing and expect me to be civil.
Five things I lurve...
1. Strong, opinionated characters. They're so much easier to write.
2. Witty dialogue.
3. Lots of visuals. Description is good. White boxes are not.
4. Unusual names, (but not ones that require a pronunciation guide.)
5. Vaughan, (but don't tell him that ;-))
My five favourite books...
1. Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien
2. The Poldark series of books by Winston Graham
3. The Sunne in Splendour by Sharon K Penman
4. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte
5. Lord Wraxhall's Fancy by Anna Lieff Saxby
Five books I still haven't written...
1. AGW 3
2. Darleston's story
3. Desperate Measures
4. Broken Angel part 2 (although I'm working on it)
5. This damn contemporary that's annoying the hell out of me.
Five things yet to come... (WARNING SPOILER ALERT LOL!)
1. A small matter concerning the unnatural tightness of ones trousers.
2. Hand sex
3. The theft of a very fine pair of boots.
4. A highly unexpected and very violent death.
5. Off camera buttsecks
Me bad... LOL... sorry.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
No writing done over the weekend either. Too much else going on at home for me to concentrate. I might try and make some progress in a minute or two.
However, getting to the weirdness. I was standing in the kitchen earlier, talking to the other half when an empty wine glass standing on the bench slid itself about two inches across the surface! Nothing nearby to give it a push or anything. It just up and walked!
Good job I'm not easily spooked.
Recently watched: We're going on a Bear hunt (at the theatre)
Currently listening to: The washing machine.
Currently reading: The Movie by Louise Bagshawe
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
For the most part, the Bloody Novel is taking precedence at the moment. I'm hopping all over with it, but at least the ideas are flowing, and the characters are certainly growing. I like how they're starting to show different facets of their personalities to different people. Talon's a right royal bastard, but even he has a gentle side.
Raven's becoming clearer. Vervain likewise. I love what he's going to become. It's so tactile and visual. Haven't actually written those scenes yet. They're going to be a challenge... hehe, I think he's channelling aspects of Riddick! Oh, and Mr Tough Guy has a name, and maybe even a brother, while two of the other characters have blended into one... Long story, not going into the details...
Right, better get back to it.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Yon beauty arrived in the post today, I would be celebrating but they made a mess of my first paragraph and am feeling curmudgeonly as a result.
Otherwise looks to be a good collection though.
Recently watched: Nowt
Currently listening to: Ashura soundtrack
Currently reading: Beta-reading something for a friend.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Anyway, you know that news I mentioned? Guess I can reveal it now. I've sold Pure Folly, my m/m historical ghost story to Total-E-Bound. Currently it's scheduled for released in May 09. I'll let you know more details when I have them.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Meanwhile, the saga of the Bloody Novel/Desperate Measures continues. There I was convinced that DM was taking priority, when bang, I realised what the problem with the Bloody Novel is...
I'm being too systematic about it.
Instead of working from start to finish, I need to get the big old upheaval down on paper and out of my head. It's the same situation that I had with Phantasmagoria. You know, the bit where everything goes pear-shaped when Lucerne arrives and Vaughan reacts. I wrote that fairly early on. Of course, I went back to it later to refine it, and I'll end up doing the same with these scenes, but until I actually write these scenes that are flashing through my head, I'm never going to make any headway with the beginning of the story.
The other thing is that I'm starting to become rather enamoured of R and V. Think R is winning by a touch at the moment. He's one of those, yer know, bad ass rogues with a heart. LOL!
V on the other hand is... OMG, of course he is... plot-point falls into place. That's why he does that and that. *Hugs self* Now all I need is for Mr Macho Tough Guy Who Keeps Lurking in the Corner to tell me his name and exactly how he fits into this and I'll be sorted :-)
Ah, the joys of my headspace... Sometimes I can't believe I get paid for this stuff.
Recently watched: Heroes
Currently listening to: the fridge humming
Currently reading: Dark Embrace by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
You know my original plans for Desperate Measures... well, they suck! Seriously!
Hence I've bolted them in a box and tossed them into a bottomless pit. The beginning is staying the same, because I like that. It's just chapter five onwards that needs a major plot reassessment.
The thing is with this book, I've always loved Stark, and I realised, he needs more sex. Yup, he does. I have got to get this guy naked.
Not that he's a nice man, you understand, but I'm beginning to think he's not altogether nasty, just misunderstood and defamed. As for my main protagonist dude, well... Let's just say he completely and utterly fails in the law abiding, do right, alpha male stakes. He's more of a sly manipulative, miscreant.
Yes, that's right. In Madelynne world villain and hero, what's the difference?
Gawd, I love it when the plot gets complex.
As you may have guessed by this point, my afternoon project has taken over. I haven't really got into the swing of the Bloody Novel yet, whereas this is jumping up and down excitedly. I still have issues with the Bloody Novel. Nothing serious, I just need to hit the 25K mark. That's normally about the point where I become hopelessly besotted with one or other of the characters and just want to run with them.
Anyway, so I ended up opening Desperate Measures and taking a look at that. OMG, I'd totally forgotten what a complete firecracker the heroine is, particularly when you get her together with the main male protagonist (I refuse to call him a hero) and the villain of the piece. I'd also forgotten just how much chemistry there is between the two men, as in seriously unresolved sexual tension.
Well, having surprised myself with this, I've decide I really ought to finish it, but I think the story arc may change a bit from what I first intended. Hm, I think this is going to be my afternoon project. So, Bloody Novel in the mornings, and then if I make my word target for the day, I can potter about making something out of Desperate Measures.
PS. Naturally, I love the villain most...
PPS. Why is magic so blinking hard to put down on paper?
Recently watched: The Tudors
Currently listening to: A-ha
Currently reading: Dark Embrace by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Saturday, October 04, 2008
1. The Bloody novel is not really called that.
2. It's not AGW3, which has a different name. Shall we call it Arastabananasaurus... and yes, that's an old and very complex joke, requiring the hunting down of several old friends of mine for an explanation, which they will prove unsatisfying at giving due to abysmal pronunciation attempts.
3. In the Bloody novel. I am going to let my evil side shine and give the characters a very hard time.
4. I have just introduced two new characters, and they're already trading juices with the lead!
5. Fortuna is one of nine children: Sarah, Fortuna, Alicia, Mercy, Patience, Gabriel, Mae, Kitty and Sophia. All but one of whom appears in Fortuna's book.
6. Vaughan's father is Sebastian Peredur Forvasham, not that it's important.
7. Lucerne's paternal grandmother is called Elizabeth, which is even less important.
8. With the exception of Fortuna, all my heroines have four letter names, and that includes the ones in Desperate Measures (which is still only half written) and the one in Darleston's book (which is barely begun.)
9. In Dark Designs, Silk is actually Silk's surname not his forename.
10. My favourite short story that I've written is the one set to appear in Lust at First Bite.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Meanwhile, I'm battling it out with the "Bloody Novel". This is not the actual title, but it is rather an apt one. I've already written two opening scenes for this one, but there was something not quite right about them. Luckily, I've realised that the problem was I was starting in the wrong place, and that the characters need a more immediate and engaging goal that just staying out of trouble. I hope I now have a much stronger opening planned out (yet to write it).
This new angle has also created a role for a new character. Hm, I love new characters, there's so much scope for fun. Actually, there are two new characters turning up near the start of this book. I don't know much about them yet besides their names and a few odd titbits, but I'm looking forward to finding out about them.
Oh, and I love one of them already because his appearance gives rise to a bit of dialogue from Blaze that just cracks me up. It probably won't have the same effect on anyone else, but then, I'm easily amused.
On the news front - it looks as if Phantasmagoria will be available as an ebook at some point soon, and I've had a lovely review of Passion of Isis - click here to read more -
Recently watched: Fuurin Kazan (yeah, Gackt has turned up, and he looks ever so pretty next to all these swarthy samurai)
Currently listening to: La Femme Nikita soundtrack
Currently reading: Dark Prince by Christine Feehan (extremely slowly)
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Somehow I have to add 1500 words to it tomorrow. I see descriptions of foliage coming on!
Me no like the new 6K short story length. 4K was far more reasonable.
I might write two 3K stories next time round. This of course is madness. How come my novels and novellas are always at least 5K (and frequently more) over the required word count, but I can't manage to string enough sentences together to fill a 6K story?
I think it's rather a shame I can't just chop em off one and stick em on the other.
Recently watched: nada
Currently listening to: nada
Currently reading: nada
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Knee still hurts... but at least most of the swelling has gone down. Meanwhile, I've finally made some progress on the writing front. Not huge amounts of progress, just some progress.
Lets see, the liaisons story is at the halfway stage. Need to finish that one by the end of the week. I'm dubious about how good a fit it'll be for the call, because it has a slightly melancholy feel (hm, my short stories do tend to drift that way). It's about a woman visiting a Japanese host bar and it sort of ties in with the contemporary novel I keep failing to write. You know, the one that I can't quite find the missing link to.
However, most progress has been made on my "new" novel, which is a follow on from Broken Angel. I keep trying to pin it down to a genre and end up with urban fantasy/paranormal romance, but after yesterday's glimpse of what's to come I suspect erotic urban fantasy horror might be more accurate. There's definitely an erotic horror element, it could be quite disturbing in places. Okay, scratch that, very disturbing! I'm gonna write it anyway, even though I know certain elements of it might make it a slightly harder sell.
It's good to be working with Blaze and Asha again. I've been struggling with their voices, but I think I finally got a handle on them yesterday. The solution, as it so often is, was to take a long, long bath.
I'm not doing quite so well with my TBR pile, which is growing alarmingly high. Picked up Dark Prince again yesterday, but I can't seem to get into it. I keep waiting for something to happen. Tell me, those whoever read it, does anything happen. Am I actually going to get sucked into this book? Is perseverance going to pay off?
I seem to have reached a halt with the Raven Prince too, but I think that's because I'm just not in a historicals mood at the mo. I think I might have to go and read some chick lit or a nice family saga for a change. I would opt for one of the literary novels in the TBR pile, but that might just as easily put me to sleep or leave me tooth grindingly frustrated when there's no boinking where there should be. Then again, maybe I'll just watch some more Fuurin Kazan.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I've hurt my knee and it's swollen to about three times its normal size. It's not painful, but it's damn hard to walk on.
Anyway, you might think that this would mean I'd have extra time to write, being glued to a chair and all, however, I'm finding that my concentration isn't so good. That said, I did manage to do an amazing for me 1.3K of short story yesterday.
I'm still not settled to my main WIP either. I think I'm too conscious of what I want to achieve with it. Somehow, I need to switch off my internal editor and just write the thing. Once I have words on paper, it'll be much easier to tweak into proper shape. Gawd, sometimes I wish I wasn't such a perfectionist!
Recently watched: Fuurin Kazan
Currently listening to: Ashura Soundtrack
Currently reading: (or more accurately, failing to) The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Holt.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
The contemp is still on the back burner, meanwhile I think I've found something to intrigue myself with. Cue mad cackling. The only problem is that I can't help thinking that I'm shooting myself in the foot with regards to saleability etc. Then again, who gives a damn! I've never been interested in churning out novels just to satisfy editors and the market.
Meanwhile, no news on the various projects out there in market land. Hopefully, this is because they're all very busy people and not because they think my work sucks! Ah, the joys of being a writer :-P
One quick question, sort of... Okay, I'm digging here while attempting to give away zero details of what's going on in my head with regard to potential plot lines. Exactly what do you think a hero can get away with in terms of normally unacceptable behaviours and still remain the "hero"? BTW I'm not talking about anything to do with minors here. I guess I'm asking with specific regard to the heroine?
Hm. Damn, it's a tricky one.
I may have to stick with it anyway, because it's just so damn elegant...
Of course to make it work properly, this novel may have to be 200,000 words. Or a series! Nah, you'd never forgive me.
Okay, I'm going to stop my babbling now and get back to plotting.
Recently watched: A Beautiful Mind
Currently listening to: Rain... lots and lots and lots of it.
Currently reading: His Beautiful Samurai by Sedonia Guillone and The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Holt.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
It's not that I've totally abandoned the contemp. The storyline is sound, it's just that it lacks that certain ingredient that makes me want to pour my heart and soul into it.
How do you find that missing link?
If I think back over previous books there's always been something about them that made me want to dive into them (in addition to the characters, I mean)
AGW/Phantasmagoria - Georgian clothing, rambling old stately homes, the illicit nature of the relationships.
Passion of Isis - Archaeology, Egypt, Adventure.
Broken Angel - Fantasy lolita goth weirdness with demons and fights and general mayhem, magic and spookiness.
Dark Designs - yaoi and more lovely clothing, bosozuko, tattoos
Fortuna - molly houses, taboos, more Georgian clothing, graveyards and a bit of a mystery.
Pure Folly - ghosts and mucho m/m shenanigans.
Current contemporary effort - hmmmmmmmmm, big fat zilch.
So, if anyone should have any amazing ideas or character quirks hidden up their sleeves, send them my way.
Recently watched: The Tudors
Currently listening to: Silence (it's been something of a novelty over the last six weeks)
Currently reading: His Beautiful Samurai by Sedonia Guillone and The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Holt.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I'm watching Fuurin Kazan. Three episodes in and rather a lot of samurai action to go. Gackt's character doesn't even turn up until something like episode 25. But you know what, it's good. I'm enjoying it. The main character is basically a scruffy loner with a heap load of emotional and physical scars, and he's great!
Still looking forward to Gackt though...
Recently watched: Fuurin Kazan Episodes 1-3
Currently listening to: Smash Mouth
Currently reading: I'm between books at the moment.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Hm, Kit, yes... Well, thanks to some brainstorming help from the lovely Portia da Costa, it now has a much better title and an outline for me to write to. Just need to write the 10K or so of story to go with it for the proposal now.
What, you want to know what it's about?
It's a dreaded contemporary, I'm afraid. Terrible, isn't it. But after Phantasmagoria, Fortuna and Pure Folly, I think I need a little break from the historicals. No doubt by next week I'll have changed my mind again.
Recently watched: Consenting Adults
Currently listening to: Violator by Depeche Mode
Currently reading: Red Angel by Makoto Tateno
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Anyway, hope you'll hop over to Lust Bites today and say hi to Sedonia Guillone, who is talking about her m/m Men of Tokyo books.
Recently watched: Olympic Gymnastics
Currently listening to: Afro Celt Soundsystem. Sound Magic Vol 1
Currently reading: Reckless by Saskia Walker
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Here's the 'wet man' cover for Lust at First Bite, which is good in the sense that BL in general seem to have gone back to random bits of women for most of the upcoming titles.
The other piece of news is that I'm over at Sedonia Guillone's blog today being interviewed. Hope you'll stop by and say hello.
I would comment on this, but it seems to be getting plenty of attention elsewhere, and between it and this, I'm already feeling narked.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
So I'm back from RWA still tired and trying to fall back into the normal routine, only my normally routine is totally screwed up by the school holidays.
I'm not sure what to say about RWA, too many things happened in too short a space of time, so I guess I ought to stick to the highlights.
Beau Monde Regency Soiree - really enjoyable, wish I could have stuck it out until the end, but the jetlag caught up with me by 10pm and I had to call it a night. It was well worth it though. Lovely food, costumes and fun dancing.
Breakfast with Michelle Buonofiglio and the Bellas. If you haven't visited her at her lifetime TV blog, then you should. What can I say, she's a really funny, warm and lovely person. Between her and Anna Campbell, I was in stitches. I'm hoping we can coax Michelle into visiting the UK sometime soon.
Lust Bites get together, sadly minus Portia as she was dead on her feet from jetlag and partying. The rest of us, myself, Dayle, Tereasa and Kate had a good old gossip.
Major disapointment of the event. Missing Anais Nohant at the Passionate Ink party. I did get to see her briefly at the Lit signing, but I intended to hunt her down on Saturday afternoon before we left for the airport. Somehow, I got sidetracked though, while delivering a large bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk to Kate Pearce.
I know I did oodles more than this but it'd take months to write it all down. One good thing that came out of the ten hour flight home was that I had a bit of a revelation regarding my AGW series. I know Saskia and Portia were both much amused by my manic scribbling in my teeniest notebook.
Anyway, the upshot of it was that I realised that what I thought was the start of Darleston's book (but which had lately been demoted to an extended prologue) is actually the start of AGW3. It seems blindingly obvious to me now, but I'd been getting myself in a real tizzy over it. I couldn't work out how to fit all those scenes together in a logical order without having a large chunk of seemingly unnecessary information at the start of Darleston's book. All it took was the realisation that the events in AGW and Darleston's book occur simulanteously. Which I guess means I'll be writing about Vaughan again sooner rather than later. :-)
Right, back to editing Pure Folly.
Recently watched: Shortbus (Brilliant - virtually pitch perfect) & Gahatto (Beautiful, but my head hurts).
Currently listening to: Annoyingly cute Japanese video game.
Currently reading: Just finished Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase & Seven by Momoko Tenzen.
Friday, July 25, 2008
At the moment, in between bouts of blind panic, I'm trying to pull together paragraph descriptions of the numerous projects I could work on next. Every time I think I have it narrowed down, something else crops up to make me doubt myself.
Darleston's book -I have the main relationship, but only a hazy idea of the rest.
AGW3 (yes, it has a title) Not sure I'm ready for it yet. After Darleston's book, maybe. But the strands are slowly coming together.
Follow-up to Broken Angel (also has a title) no definite plot, just themes and shadows, but it might make a nice break from the historicals.
Desperate Measures - I have 30K of this already done, and I don't think it'd take much to get back into it.
Kit - contemporary threesome type thing (could just be a novella rather than a novel).
Neddy's book - Okay, that just came out of nowhere earlier this evening.
There aren't enough days in the year for all these projects, and believe me, there are others in the wings too. I give up. I think I'll just look at this pic a bit more instead.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
So, with less than a fortnight until RWA now, I'm going just starting my Liaison themed story for the next BL anthology. I really don't know how it's going to pan out. At the moment, I have a man in a pinstriped suit and not a whole lot else. At least he's gorgeous, if a little freaky.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Yay! Yippee! Finally people seem to be reading (and enjoying, I might add) Dark Designs. (Check it out here and here.) You would not believe how all kinds of happy that makes me. Seriously, I have a weird love/hate relationship with Dark Designs. Content wise, I love it. I adore Takeshi. Hell, actually I love all the characters. That book is so very me. It's a crazy extrapolation of all the real life quirkiness I've encountered. The trouble is, it's saddled with THE most hideous cover in creation. I don't know what the art department were on that day, but seriously, they should avoid it in future. It's so utterly crappy, that just thinking about it still makes me cringe and my blood boil two years later. But hey, I've had the cover rant before.
You know what else I appreciate? That someone appreciates the inclusion of this little gem... "Omae wa ore no mono desu"... "Kore kara zutto... itsumademo." I spent hours agonizing over the inclusion of those lines. Should I have translated them? I decided not to, figuring the yaoi fans out there would probably understand, and everyone else could guess along with Silk as to what Takeshi had said to him. He meant it, whatever it was <very evil grin>.
Anyway, on to other stuff. Pure Folly remains just that. They had finally got around to kissing, inspired I might add by this pair found via Madam Butterflies blog, but are now having a rather tense debate. Jude doesn't get why Alastair has a problem with him marrying his cousin for self-preservation reasons! Alastair is trying not to feel heartbroken over the fact that he's already losing what he thought he just gained. Bet that makes no sense whatsoever.
On the subject of yon kissing pair in that clip. It's weird. You have to watch it with the sound for it to work it's magic! Sound off, it's just two guys kissing. Sound on, and it does seriously weird things to my insides. So, I figure I now need to work out how to incorporate more sounds into my writing. No easy task, I can tell ya.
Off to do some work before I tackle the Sunday ironing mountain.
I'm debating getting Kit out of the closet again!
Really going now...
Recently watched: The Supersizers Go... Restoration & Dr Who.
Currently listening to: Small shrieking persons.
Currently reading: Indiscretions by Elayne S Venton & Everything Forbidden by Jess Michaels.
Friday, July 04, 2008
I'm not really sure what to say about that! I'm pretty sure fishnet T-shirts hadn't been invented in 1800, and I'm certain there aren't any vampires in there. Leastways, there weren't the last time I looked.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Will they, won't they? Will the big spooky ghost come along first and scare them witless? Guess I'll have to wait and see... Ah, I love this story...
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
I painted the garden wall yesterday. In what way is that exciting, you ask? Well, it wasn't particularly. But first thing this morning I was looking out of the window admiring it. Thinking, wow, that's white! But no, because there is a large black circle in the middle of it, spoiling the lovely blank canvas. Some enormous bloody snail has taken up residence. Damn thing is still there.
Anyway, not nearly enough writing done today. I just can't seem to settle to it. So I've made a collage of a castle instead! Hence I still have several hours of writing ahead of me, instead of an evening off... duh, stupid Madelynne. Hm, I might have to go and find some inspirational images first.
Recently watched: The Supersizers Go... Regency.
Currently listening to: Dishwasher
Currently reading: Indiscretions by Elayne S Venton
Monday, June 30, 2008
I find it endlessly fascinating how book concepts change as you start working on them. When I first envisaged Darleston's story all I had were a few snapshots and a general feeling about the tone of the book. I thought it probably revolved around a murder. It was also firmly planted in a timeline of events I knew had to occur before AGW3.
I thought Vaughan would be a presence in this book, now I'm not so certain. I suspect all the conversations I have sketched between him and Darleston actually take place between the end of Fortuna's book and the beginning of Darleston's book. I'm not sure what to do about them, maybe we'll see a few flashbacks to them, maybe I'll turn them into a stand alone story, or maybe (if I'm feeling particularly cruel) I'll keep them to myself.
Anyway, a murder may still be on the cards, but the rest of Darleston's book has changed quite a bit. You can blame the heroine for that.
I'm starting to really like her :-)
I'm also growing rather addicted to my m/m seckrit project. And that's all I'm saying about that.
Recently watched: Dr Who
Currently listening to: Silence
Currently reading: Indiscretions by Elayne S Venton, having just finished The Silver Cage by Mathilde Madden.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Watch out, rant ahead.
What is it with erotic romance at the moment. Why is it necessary for every book to be riddled with shower scenes? It seems that if you want to write a contemporary setting at least a third of it will be spent in the shower!
Dear Editor, I sure did want to include the capture of a notorious jewel thief in my latest book, but the characters were too busy taking showers to fit in anything else besides sex, so I'm afraid the villain got clean away.
Why is it necessary for sex scenes to take the following format?
'Hm, we've just had hot sticky foreplay, but wait, I must now go shower.'
Back from shower & carefully towel dried.
Hot, bump and grind.
'Lo, I must now shower again.'
Down with bodily fluids!
'Okay, I'm back again. Oh, what, you're taking a bath now, shucks!'
The worst part of all this is that even the historicals have become infected by it...
After mucho unrequited love, and admission of mutual attraction the two guys finally get around to the smexing.
'Oh yeah, I've waited aeons to plough your tight little arse, and now we're really going to do this.'
'Yeah, bugger me. I'm really hot for you too.'
'Nah, I think we should hold off a bit longer (read about two hours) before jumping each other's bollocks, for lo, I am a bit sweaty after a hard day's mincing. First we must boil water on the fire (cause the servants have gone to bed) and thoroughly scrub ourselves.'
Quit with it, will you!
You know what, yes, bodies look great with water spilling down them, and showers and baths can be great taken together, but at least make it seem like it's appropriate to the plot, not the author's modern sensibilities intruding on the scene. Let's see some passion folks and forget about the fact that they might not have brushed their teeth recently/shaved their legs/vigourously scrubbed their fingernails. If they're that hot for each other do you really think the fact that they had garlic for lunch is going to stop them?
Okay, I want recommendations for razor hot books where the characters don't take any baths or showers! (And yes, I know I've written bath scenes.)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Still no book title though, but I'm sure something will occur to me.
Of course, what I should be doing, is writing something for the next BL anthology, but I'm still on a history buzz at the mo.
My m/m seckrit historical project is tootling along too. Boy is Alastair wordy, and he doesn't even say that much!
Monday, June 23, 2008
This is what Jane's Guide had to say about me.
Madelynne Ellis is the author of historical, contemporary, and paranormal erotic fiction. On this site you'll find excerpts from her work, free short stories, novel tie-ins, research photos, deleted scenes, book trivia, maps, and a lot more. I really love all of the extra touches that she offers here, so that the site functions both as an introduction to her work and a wonderful gift to current fans. There are links to her blog, myspace, and yahoo group as well. You can't purchase the books from her direct, but she links to several booksellers that are carrying them. A well designed, easy to navigate, and charming site! - Vamp
Yay! Guess all the hard work learning basic html and attempting to make front page dance to my tune paid off.
Recently watched: Battlestar Galactica Razor
Currently listening to: Silence
Currently reading: Just finished Lover Enshrined by J R Ward
Saturday, June 21, 2008
It's been a long journey, this book. Much longer than I anticipated, but I think it's a better book for it, and I do love it, or rather I love the characters. Fortuna is a far more typical Georgian heroine than Bella but she does have a backbone. Simpering does tend to wind me up. Giles has already been branded "the Milk Tray man" owing to his love of shimming up and down drainpipes, Neddy makes me laugh and Darleston... Well, to be honest, Darleston is the one that really interests me, he's such a multi-faceted character. I'm never entirely sure what he's really thinking. There are entire layers of him that nobody ever sees. (The fact that he and Neddy resemble this pic of Gackt probably contributes to my affection for him.)
I'm not sure if I'll launch straight into writing his book as I have some other projects that have been sitting on shelves awaiting my attention, but I think I'll start collecting my thought together into a rough outline, and maybe see if I can come up with a title. Weirdly, having a title always seems to help focus the book, even if said title makes no sense to anyone but me.
Other news - I had a bit of a book surge last weekend. Guess I figured the TBR pile was looking a little low (LOL). Anyway, this is what I picked up
Lover Enshrined, JR Ward
Let Dai Volume 7, Sooyeon Wan
The Silver Cage, Mathilde Madden
Red Angel, Makoto Tateno
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
I think I was fairly restrained.
Recently watched: Nothing at all.
Currently listening to: Noisy rabbits.
Currently reading: Lover Enshrined by J R Ward
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Jousting: I love watching the jousting. We went to see two nutcases charging at each other in the full Tudor regalia ie bolted into their armour so they couldn't see a bloody thing, in blazing sunshine. The first clash smashed the wooden lances (yep, real wood not balsa) and sent one of them about fifty feet in the air. It came down point first into the crowd. Thankfully, no one was hurt. All very exciting, but not quite as shocking as the last lot of jousting we saw, where there was very nearly a fatality when one of the "knights" was knocked of his horse when his opponents lance became wedged between his plate and his helmet.
RWA planning meeting: I met up with Portia da Costa and Saskia Walker in Manchester to discuss our plans for RWA and all the travel details. It was great day out, but eek scary how close it is until we fly now. Not that I'm nervous or anything... yeah, right!
What else? I've been camping, watched far too much Battlestar Galactica, started playing Crisis Core with Mr Madelynne, like I'd ever be able to resist when it features both Sephiroth and Gackt (oops Genesis) in the same game!
On a writing note, I sold a vampire short to BL for the Love at First Bite antho, I'm still wading through the third draft of Fortuna (probably ought to let someone read the damn thing soon) and entertaining myself by writing about Alastair and Jude in my spare time.
I'm still not sure what's going to come next. It could be a return to Desperate Measures, or maybe Darleston's book, or the follow up to Broken Angel, or even AGW3. Damn Vaughan won't let things go.
Right, off to do more tweaking...
Recently watched: Dr Who
Currently listening to: Rebirth by Gackt
Currently reading: Nicholas by Elizabeth Amber
Saturday, May 31, 2008
I'm a Mandarin!
You're an intellectual, and you've worked hard to get where you are now. You're a strong believer in education, and you think many of the world's problems could be solved if people were more informed and more rational. You have no tolerance for sloppy or lazy thinking. It frustrates you when people who are ignorant or dishonest rise to positions of power. You believe that people can make a difference in the world, and you're determined to try.
Talent: 46%Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I've been out and about the last two days enjoying some of the beautiful Shropshire countryside. Yesterday, we visited the ruins of what was once the fourth largest Roman city in England. Most of what remains is the bathhouse. Seriously you wouldn't believe the size of the place. More like Olympic swimming pool and associated sports complex than a bathhouse! Today, we took in the beautiful woodlands of Hawkstone Park with it's many follies. It was a lovely place and the drizzly weather didn't dampen our spirits, although it would have been nice to see the landscape from the top of the monument. Apparently you can see three counties on a good day. I could barely see three feet in front of me as we emerged from the top of the very high tower into a cloud.
I think another highlight of the day had to be the system of caves - bringing a torch is recommended, likewise for getting through the various other tunnels.
Interestingly Hawkstone Park was Britain's first tourist park. It first opened during 18th century when the estate was owned by the Hill family. I can't imagine many ladies trekking around that route in their big dresses. It must have played havoc with their hems!
Anyway, I'm home now, and shattered, but I still ought to apply myself to writing (we'll see).
I would like to point out another two recent reviews. These for A Gentleman's Wager. You can read them at RRTerotic and cataromance.
Here's a snippet from the latter review:
Madelynne Ellis expertly blends forbidden passions, illicit liaisons, devastating secrets and dangerous betrayals in this groundbreaking classic of erotic historical romance: A Gentleman’s Wager!
Recently watched: BSG Season 3
Currently listening to: The Rain
Currently reading: Nicholas by Elizabeth Amber