Monday, September 26, 2011

The Girl Has Pink Slippers

Hello all.

I've been neglecting the blogs I keep. They are sorry little puppies a little hungry for attention.

Well, today I hit 80,716 words, and 214 pages, and am working on chapter 23 in Crimson, my fourth Sabrina Strong book in series.

The title to this post is the very first thing I jotted down in a notebook I was using to keep such things in. I had this character in my head and she had pink slippers on.

My entries look like disjointed notes. Having nothing to do with each other, if you didn't know what it was all about. I do. If someone found this they'd go "huh?"

Not all the things I've jotted in here is used. Usually it is, but not always. I discard it. That is why a notebook is kept.

I began this fourth novel in July. I thought I was moving along pretty quickly, considering I worked 5 days a week--back in the summer, but now I have Mondays off. And it helps me get something done.

I've been having a time of it, however, since I've invented two of my worst villains. I don't know how this will come across, but one is a child molester. I, of course, will make sure that my heros stop my villains in time. But I've been worried about this the whole time I've written it.

Have you ever written a very bad, or evil person and worried how people will think of you/your book?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Something In Me Snapped Today . . .

and I knew what it was I wanted to write next.

You ever have those moments where you think about a possible next book. Yeah, I could do this, it sounds really good. But it's still undeveloped. Which is where I was after this weekend.

Oh, I'm not done with the fourth book in the Sabrina Strong series. I do want to begin my mystery series--I hope to this winter, after I get somethings figured out for it.

And there's another one nipping at my heals, and I keep on pushing it back as well. Probably will never get written, unless I win big money and don't have to work for a living.

And then, there I was minding my own business, and it jumped me. The idea. And it wasn't even an idea it was a sentence and then another and it kept coming and I said, "Oh. My. God! That's it! That's what I need to work on next.

The idea came to me as I pondered actually going ahead with this NaNoWriMo in November. I kept thinking "what are you thinking? With everything you need to do, and with a second book coming out at some point in the fall, where the hell are you going to have time to write 50K words in 30 days?"

No. No. And double-NO!!!

I'm not the kind who can just start typing and not look at my mistakes and go back over them. Can't. Sorry. Just not in me.

And why would I want to try and do this in 30 days when I can do it in 60, or 90 days?

But anyway, when I looked further into this NaNoWriMo, I realized there is no real prize. Oh. Yeah, you get to post the little do-dad on your blog that says you went through hell, made your family all go through hell while you sat at the computer or whatever and hammered out something that probably looks like a manuscript that went through the garbage disposal. Oh, but December is when you can go through it.

B.S. If I want to write something that means something to me, I will write it and I don't need no contest to make me do it. Thus, I won't be there, even though my picture is there. Don't bother coming around seeing if I'm there I'm not there.

The reason is, is because this story began in my head NOW. Not two, three or four weeks from now.

Here is the first sentenses of the work:

The beatings stopped after my mother died. I don't know why.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Lorelei's Muse: The Promised Scene

Lorelei's Muse: The Promised Scene: Something happened yesterday with the end of my post. I had the scene all prettied up for you and somehow it did a magic act and disappeared...