The weeks are going by faster and faster. It’s a wonder anything gets done at all. Especially this week. It was my birthday Monday and I didn’t do anything. My son came down with the flu this morning and it’s been a little rough. Hopefully, he’ll be better in the next few days.
I spent today working with pencil and paper and I’m always surprised how it helps the thoughts come out a little different. I’m always surprised by how much I can write when I do so on paper. I also wrote a bit in Evernote, one of my favorite note taking applications.
But there are more words to write and I’ll be getting to those in this weekend. If you’d like to join, please add your name to the Linky at the bottom of the post and join me. It’s usually only me doing this. It hasn’t taken off as much as I’d hoped it would, but it’s been keeping me on task and if that’s all it ever does, then that’s enough.
My project this weekend is Bearing The Ink with perhaps some words on a couple of other projects that will be coming in the next few months.
So, if anyone does in fact join in, the hashtag is #10KWeekendsForWriters and the writing weekend ends at 10pm Sunday night! Best of luck!
I placed a kiss on her shoulder and pushed inside her. She was still tight, still wet from the all night sex – in every position on every available surface – marathon. Dawn was just breaking the sky.
I’d taken one look at her last night in the restaurant bar and made an instant, insane decision. I’d already been stood up by my business partner and didn’t feel like going home batting zero for a thousand.
No, I’d wanted the woman standing nearest the door, looking for all the world like she was ready to bolt. And I’d gotten her. Money could do a lot of things and where one day I was just another geeky four-eyed nerd in a lab, the next I was rolling in so much green I could had a different woman knocking on my door every evening.
Nothing about her said one night, though. Nothing about her said me. Instead, everything about her said please and right now and delicious.
I’d read her right.
But I might have gotten it all wrong, too. I wouldn’t think about that now. Now was all about her slick heat grasping and clinging to me, sucking me in, pulling at me. Now was all about her straining beneath me, and her bound hands tugging at the headboard.
You can pre-order The Billionaire’s Heiress now from Amazon. The official release date is April 26th…
Today is my birthday and as such, I am picking a song at random. It is one of my forever favorite songs and it’s by my first head over heels in love with them all but especially Nick Rhodes fangirl crushes, Duran Duran.
My birthday always makes me nostalgic and I tend to think back on all the birthdays before. I went to see Duran Duran in 1984 on the Seven and the Ragged Tiger tour and the birthday I had just a few months before was to be the last happy birthday that I would have for the next several years.
There’s something about this song that’s always resonated with me. It’s about revolution and standing up to the establishment and it inspires me in several parts of my life…
It’s that time again, writers! Time for an attempt at 10,000 words in a weekend. Do you have word count to meet? Do you have a book you want to make serious progress on? Do you have one big project or multiple ones to get words in on? Then this is for you!
From Thursday (tonight) to Sunday at 10pm, is the time to get your write on!
Sign up with the Linky below. Keep track of your word count. Add the hashtag #10KWeekendsForWriters to your social media posts and get writing! Invite friends to join too!
Questions or comments? Contact me please! This is meant as a fun way to connect and get writing.
I’ll be writing in sprints between watching Nascar races. So, let’s write!
Because let’s face it, there’s a crapload out there to be fearful of when it comes to writing:
The success or failure of other writers
Falling behind the curve or being way ahead of it
Writing great stories
Writing craptastic stories
What are other writers saying
What if other writers aren’t saying anything at all
Doing it right or doing it wrong
Being the same
And there are countless more fears… We all share some level of the same fears, but we also share some level of more personal ones. None of it feels good. Fear can motivate and fear can paralyze.
I’ve talked about fear some this year, and it would seem that while I thought maybe I’d admitted most of my fears, it turns out I was wrong.
I promised a book by the end of October and I didn’t deliver. Then I promised it by the end of the year and I didn’t deliver. I then promised it by the first week of February and still nada. So, while I’ve been working on this book, I’ve not finished it. And part of the reason for that, is fear. I’m scared.
Are you wondering why?
When I started working in the Southern Shifter Kindle World, I had only planned one book, Ink To Bear. Then, I was asked if I’d write another one. I said yes and added on to Gus and Bex’s story with Inked By The Bear, which ended in a bit of a cliffhanger. I didn’t want to leave it for long, but I did have other commitments to finish at the time, and I worked on it. Real life bit me in the ass HARD and I lost all sense of time beyond exhaustion; mental, physical, and emotional. I didn’t have anything else in me. I had no creative spark. I’d sit down to write and end up going to bed instead. I looked to all the things going on and I just couldn’t do it.
Now, when I was writing Inked By The Bear, and hearing a lot of other voices in my head, I got a wild idea to connect all my bear worlds into one big conspiracy. I drew no frills diagram on my whiteboard. I started playing with how to connect things in my brain. It consumed me and I was ready to spend the next few months on this.
Then life happened. Then the holidays happened. Then deep thinking happened. Then new directions happened.
And in the midst of all that, fear happened. What the hell was I thinking? I couldn’t connect different worlds like that. I couldn’t pull off something that big. I didn’t and don’t like reading things that intricately woven together, how on Earth was I going to write something so intricately woven together? I wasn’t a paranormal romance author. I don’t watch all the paranormal shows. I don’t read all the paranormal romance books. What the hell was I thinking? I didn’t and don’t have people I can turn to and ask for help in plotting such a massive over-arching storyline.
Those were just some of my thoughts. There were others. The point being, Bearing The Ink isn’t finished and part of it is because of fear. Fear that I wouldn’t measure up. Fear that I would fuck it up. Fear that I would tank more than I usually do. Fear that other writers would laugh and mock. Fear that they wouldn’t even notice. Fear that readers would hate it. Fear that I would hate it. Fear that I would fail. The thought of succeeding never entered my mind so I couldn’t be fearful of it. I was and am very scared and it paralyzed me.
Paralyzed. Past tense.
I’m still fearful. In fact, I’m scared shitless. But I’ve been scared shitless since the beginning of the 2016. I’m writing contemporary in a new voice and trying new things. I’m looking at marketing a little differently. I’ve walked away from a couple of projects. And I’ve begun working hard on Bearing The Ink again. All of it scares me. Every bit of it. The fear of screwing up, of making a fool of myself, of failing freaks me the fuck out and I truly want to go crawl into a hole. But, I’m not going to. I’m going to do this, no matter what. I’m going to deliver the book. I’m going to continue writing. I’m going to figure it out.
And if you’re along for the ride, hold on.
If you’re waiting for Bearing the Ink, please hold on just a little longer. You won’t be disappointed.