Through Heart Shaped Glasses

This is a new group blog where eleven very talented ladies who write in different genres of romance come together to share stories, successes, and trials. The blog idea was hatched in my critique group, The Passionate Critters, and it is now live as of … well yesterday.

Each month we will have a theme in which our posts are centered around. To kick off our first month at THSG, we are rolling with the ‘First’ theme. My blog day will be on the 5th of every month and every other day there will be a post from one of my fellow lovely crit partners or even a guest spot. You will want to stop in often to see what craziness we are up to or what we are sharing, but better than that, you will want to stay in tune with the blog because there will also be a monthly give away sponsored by one of our members.

We all see the world a little differently, but we see it through…

and in the end, we are more than just critique partners, we are friends who come together from different walks of life and share a common passion for the written word, coffee, chocolate, and cupcakes! Just click on the little button and be whisked away to a new blog and new adventure. I promise you won’t be sorry!

 

Glass~

I’ve had a contemporary western story that I’d been working on for the better part of a year. It was a give and take book on so many levels. Last night I had the pleasure of typing ‘The End’ and feeling quite pleased with the story I wrote. Now comes the fun part. The polishing and subbing process. Trust me, I will keep you posted of what happens to Wallace’s story and where he ends up. In the meantime, enjoy one of the songs that provided a little inspiration to this tale. Glass by Thompson Square. There is a scene in the book where Cheyenne is listening to this very song and I love the lyrics. And stay tuned because Wallace has three other siblings with stories that need to be told. Hope you enjoy!

On Top of the World~

Imagine Dragons has a couple songs that my little zombies love to hear. Radioactive of course tops the list, but this is another that they enjoy and ask me to play quite frequently. As I am getting ready to kick off the month of April with a little Camp NaNoWriMo, I needed a little push and a smile before I bury myself in words. So for the little zombies in my life….and for all those who may need a Monday pick-me-up. Let’s all be On Top of the World together!

Carry On!

Today, I’m sending out a very simple message…Carry On. That is my mantra for the year thanks to the band Fun. From the first time I heard the chorus, it was stuck in my head. Have a listen.

More importantly, have a great Monday, a great week, and a great month! Carry On! I know I will as I continue to push through my first draft of Wallace McGregor’s story, and get ready to knock out a few more manuscripts that are sitting on my desktop.

 

Who Stole My Swing?

arboles, beautiful, broken, broken swing, color, fun

 

You know, the one that was a little weathered and beaten down, but helped me stay in the ‘swing’ of things? It kept me tethered to the place where reality and fantasy collide. The one place I could escape into the worlds where my stories took shape. I desperately need it back.

There is a favor I must ask if the swing happens to be in your possession. Please do not repair it. The state it was in at the time of it’s disappearance is the state I would like it returned in. The rope is a little rough against the palms of my hands, and the seat will leave a splinter in your arse if you slide too quickly from it. It is falling apart and not worth much, but in my eyes, it was the most perfect swing I could ever ask for. If you see it, please be kind and return it, so I may fall back into the swing of things.

I would post a reward for the safe return of my swing, but alas, you know the old saying about starving artists….

Sincerely,

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A Tasty Tuesday Cover Reveal?

A cover? What does that have to do with cooking you might be asking yourselves. Well I am here to put your minds at ease. A few of my dear writing friends have worked hard on putting together a cookbook of some of their Tasty Tuesday recipes and even added in some new stuff as well. This might leave you with another unanswered query. What do writers know about cooking? Ah, more than you might realize. With each recipe, there are either stories or anecdotes to go along with the recipe. Some of the recipes were actually used by characters in stories and some were just author favorites. I promise there is something within its pages for everyone. All we have to do now is anxiously await the birth of this book and I have to tell you….the wait is killing me. Oh well, for now we all must settle on oohing and awing over the cover until we can cook like a writer.

To get a sampling of some of the recipes you might see in this lovely little book, please stop by the blogs of these lovely ladies:

A Catherine Noon - http://acatherinenoon.blogspot.com/2013/02/cook-like-writer.html

Denise A. Agnew - http://deniseagnew.com/blog/?p=2900

Kimberley Troutte - http://kimberleytroutte.blogspot.com/2013/02/cookbook-comin.html

Nancy Lauzon - http://nancylauzon.com/2013/02/12/tasty-tuesday-cook-like-a-writer/

Selena Robins - http://selenarobinsmusings.com/2013/02/11/changing-the-world-one-recipe-at-a-time/

A Nod to the Masters~

There is just something about the works of the past. Greats like Edgar Allan Poe, William Blake, Oscar Wilde, along with countless others. Their words draw you in, painting pictures that leave a lasting impression. For this Monday, since my brain is tired and I’m steeped in research, I thought I would share a few of my favorite lines from those who came before us.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress. ~A Divine Image, William Blake 

Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn, We lose too soon, and only find delight, In withered husks of some dead memory. ~Desespoir, Oscar Wilde

Most of the themes of the past seemed steeped in darkness. Morbid…I think that was the word one of my friends used when I was discussing some of the above quotes. I guess I can see where one would see that as a commonality between them. Still, the words paint a picture. There is a poetic beauty to them regardless of their tone that really appeals to me. So tell me, who are some of your favorites from the past and are there any particular lines that really stick out to you?

Zombies Ate My Plot

I’m not kidding. There’s a big chunk missing. It’s the only realistic explanation to this problem. That’s right. I said ZOMBIES! Other people may call them plot bunnies, however I think zombies is a far more appropriate label. After all, you know they are there. Waiting in the wings for you to demolish them. And if you aren’t quick enough at offering up zombie destruction on a silver platter…well then it will be too late because the zombies will be sucking the remaining juicy morsels of your plot right from your brains.

Luckily, I might have caught this one in time. Or I’m hoping I did. Seems so simple that I’m slapping myself for not recognizing it sooner. So as I set back to work sending plot zombies back to the pits of hell, I must ask my fellow writers how in the world do you deal with the moments when zombies attack? (And yes for those who are wondering, I am a bit delirious right now)

Idols and Inspirations

We all have them. The people we admire and look up to. Our heroes and heroines that drive us to move forward, pursue our dreams, and reach beyond where we ever imagined was possible. I have several authors that inspire me every day. And I thought I would share some random quotes from a few of them this fine Monday morning, to inspire me and remind me why I write the way I do and what I do.

At its best reading is a connection between the author and reader … between people, but in romance we get to see that human connection played out on the page.~ Vicki Pettersson

 

Vicki Pettersson was a fairly new discovery for me when I first started writing seriously in 2009. I often wonder how I hadn’t discovered her a few years earlier when her first book was released. I love her tortured characters, the depth of her writing, and her personality. If you ever get a chance to sit in on a chat or go to a signing, I would highly suggest you do!

Like anything else that happens on its own, the act of writing is beyond currency. Money is great stuff to have, but when it comes to the act of creation, the best thing is not to think of money too much. It constipates the whole process. ~ Stephen King

 

How can one think of writing and not think of a man who has really stood out in his field. One thing about Stephen King that draws me in are his descriptions. He paints such a vivid picture. It’s really hard to envision his world any differently than he does as a result. I admire that.

I always treated writing as a profession, never as a hobby. If you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will. ~ Laurell K Hamilton

 

The first book I ever picked up of Laurell K Hamilton’s made me fall in love with her. She writes what she wants and she does it well. She writes for the story and for herself. She has not always pleased her readers. But she’s stayed true to her characters. I think that is admirable in any writer. It’s hard not to be tempted by outside forces. To take your story where the rest of the world thinks you should take it. In the end you just have to believe that you are being true to yourself, your characters, and the overall story.

I could go on about the authors that drive me every day. Nora Roberts, Janet Evanovich, Kelly Armstrong, Jeaniene Frost, Sherrilyn Kenyon…need I continue? Every author I enjoy brings something to the table when I need a little inspiration. When I need an idol to look up to, honor, or worship, they are just a book (a tweet, facebook post, or blog spot) away.

Tell me, who are some of the authors that inspire you? Or perhaps a quote that pushes you forward? Think about it and have a great Monday!

 

Friday Five ~ Blood & Moonlight Favorites

These are some favorite bits and pieces of my current release Blood and Moonlight, the first book in my Moonlight Trilogy.

1. In this bit, the heroine, Kiara is scolding her best friend Reese for taking away all her fun when Kiara unsuccessfully attempts to distract Reese from the wolf outside the office by flashing her new shoe purchase. Reese is quite a character as you will see by her line:

My nervously twitching foot drew Reese’s gaze to my recently purchased Louboutin heels and her eyes glimmered, but even shoes weren’t enough to divert her attention from the man in the other room. “Nice try, Kiara, but your mastery in the art of distraction will not work this time. Just smile and be polite.”

“You take away all of my fun.”

“We’ve been living in this neon jungle for months now, yet you spend all of your time here. If this is fun—” She dramatically waved her arm around the office—”Then I’m seriously misinformed.”

2. In this bit, Kiara and Devlin are sitting in a bar. A woman practically throws herself at Devlin who brushes her off. This is the exchange after the woman walks away:

“Wow, do women typically throw themselves at you like that?”

A wickedly seductive smile crossed his face. “Upset you didn’t beat her to it?”

“Don’t hold your breath.” I tossed back the whiskey, stood, grabbed my purse from the bar and muttered, “Thanks for the drink.”

3. I’m quite fond of the interactions between Kiara and Reese and you will find that their friendship does add a certain something to the book. Here is a scene where Kiara is having a bit of difficulty getting out of bed:

“True.” Reese pulled my pillow away. “Now, you can get up willingly, or I can fetch a man to come roust you from the bed.”

I moaned as the relentless throbbing in my head exceeded the point of being bearable. “Damn it, Reese!”

“Sorry, but I need you to get up. You know…concerns about a concussion and all that.”

“No concussion—just a headache. Nothing a little caffeine won’t fix. And Reese, it’s far too early for you to be speaking of rousting. We’re not at court.”

4. Here you get a bit of interaction between the fae queen, Kiara, and Devlin. Mostly, I love this bit for the few comments I’m sharing from Kiara and Devlin.

“The court’s still suffering from your mother’s absence. Even though you are exiled, seeing to your needs, in this instance, was the least I could do.”

“Thank you.”

Her smile was forced as she slid her arm through mine and led me to the rear of the car. Her driver opened the trunk. “I am certain these will suit your needs.”

I peered into the small lit area and smiled. “A woman after my own heart.”

“Ah, some things never change, wee one. I remember your fondness for certain weaponry.”

A somewhat maniacal laugh bubbled out before I could stop it. I pulled the gun and several rounds of ammo out of the trunk. The seemingly, now-permanent male fixture in my life moved up next to me and took in the relatively small cache of weapons.

“Are you going to war?” he asked.

Armed with guns and the mp3 player in my pocket grounded me. They made me feel like I had some control over the situation more than anything else. “Not planning on it.”

5. And last but not least here is a scene in the wake of the aftermath that followed a kiss between Devlin and Kiara. This is again, interaction between Reese and Kiara:

“Really, it was nothing, Reese. A simple kiss that shouldn’t have happened.”

She scoffed. “There is nothing simple about a kiss between the Cinniúint. Besides, I have never known Kiara Morrigan to sit and sulk over a simple kiss.”

“What would you like me to say? That he set my insides on fire? That every inch of me wanted more? That when he pulled back from me and apologized, a feeling of rejection washed over me? Not good enough? Even though I knew that it shouldn’t have happened in the first place? And don’t use the word Cinniúint when you refer to him.”

“Oh for the love of god and goddess! You two need a serious counseling session. Too bad I don’t know a good shrink. They would have a field day with the fucked up views on relationships you two seem to have.”

“Quite a morale booster there, Reese.”

“I just don’t understand how two people can be so obviously attracted to one another and fight it at every turn.”

 

So there you have it. Five little tidbits. No they are not the only bits I love in this book. They are five of my favorites, but truly there are so many parts I loved, it was difficult to come up with even this small selection.Have a great Friday everyone. Sláinte!