Saturday, February 26, 2011

Every Story Needs Some Visual Inspiration

I'm an extremely visual person. It's how I learn best so it doesn't surprise me in the least that when I find myself in a writing slump, that a well found image can kick start my Muse again.

One of the things I quickly realized as I began to take my writing seriously is that if I could see it and hold it in my hands, writing was so much easier for me because it made everything more real. When you put an actual  face on a character, it makes them human and helps form a stronger connection... well for me anyway.

So one of the first things I do when I wake up from a dream - after I jot down the images I remember and free write a lose story line - I start thinking about what my characters look like. I try to see where my heart is reaching, what kind of emotions each person will hold and I let me mind wander over physical attributes. Sometimes I know straight away what I'm looking for and there are those frustrating moments where I sit looking through endless searches for the perfect photo.

When it was time to do this with Broken Promises, it wasn't hard at all.. I knew who I wanted and nothing beat the feeling I got as each one clicked. So as I begin to write again, it makes sense that I should pull out the photos of my characters so I could look at them. Just like the music play list I have, just a quick glance of them already has me excited and I wanted to share them *smiles*

Thursday, February 17, 2011

In A Funk? Write It Out!

That was me yesterday. I was in such a funk and nothing I did seemed to lift it. All I wanted to do was cry, cry, cry and it bothered me that no amount of watching Buffy/Vampire Diaries/Merlin could fix it. I tried reading, blogging, surfing the Net and took a quick nap. NOTHING. Then it hit me - there was one thing I hadn't tried that always gave me a rush - I could write.

Now writing in a funk is risky for me because the last thing I want is to sit there struggling. I love writing and have a lot of fun when I'm able to jump write in and roll around in the creative muck. But something had to give yesterday so I started to think - what should I write?

 I've been kicking around an idea for the last few weeks. For those who don't know, I dream my story ideas. I'll wake up with a few images in my head and take it from there. This one idea, one of the images was of a man holding a lifeless woman in his arms, covered in her blood. Gory right? No where NEAR the romance it's going to be *giggle*

But that's what I went with last night and I am VERY proud to say that 2 hours, 9 pages and 2600 words later - a story was born. It's still rough but it's all mine and I can't wait to see where it goes. I have a rough idea but with this story it keeps morphing so I think I'll be "flying by the seat of my pants" with this one. I don't know whether to be excited or scared LOL

So to celebrate my de-funkification and return to writing after a dry spell, I thought I'd shared a short teaser. Ok, I'm sharing the first few paragraphs LOL Anyway be gentle and here it is...


It was everywhere.
There wasn’t a place he could lay his hand that didn’t come back covered and as Aidan lifted his fingers to his brow, the fading sun caused the redness of the liquid to take on a more sinister hue.
 As if being bathed in blood could get any more sinister, he snorted, chuckling to himself.
There really wasn’t anything funny about the situation but for the very life of him, he couldn’t seem to stop the wave of hysteria that threatened to overcome him. It started somewhere in the base of his chest and rose with such a force, to ignore it, to stifle it, would cause more pain than what it was worth.
Should anyone at that moment stumble upon him, he would look for all intents and purposes a mad man – sitting there in the middle of a dirty, rat infested alley, cradling in his arms the lifeless body of a woman, her heart finally stopped as the last of her life blood trickled slowly from her.  
With one glance at his disheveled appearance, clothes caked with blood that was already beginning to dry and skin smeared with the sticky gore, people would be screaming for the authorities and his life.
Aidan knew he needed to come to his senses, that he needed to remove himself quickly from the situation but still he sat there, rocking back and forward, his bloodstained hands roughly smoothing over the hair of his victim as if to comfort her in her passing.
His victim.
He had done this and as his eyes soaked up his surroundings, bile began to slowly rise up into his mouth as he gagged on the scent of bitter copper.
Aidan turned the woman’s face towards him, her lifeless eyes staring back at him as if in death she continued to accuse him. Her name was Isabelle, or was it Annabelle? Letting out a hasty breath, Aidan cursed his stupidity for not remembering her name ...

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Book One - Broken Promises

My Blurb

All Bree wanted to do was spend her Friday night with the man she loved and adored. Planning to watch a movie together, she never would've believed that leaving her home would result in her relationship with Quinn being tested beyond its limits. Unknown to her, the Fae have been planning for centuries to invade Earth, their plans finally starting that night. Through a shocking turn of events, Bree finds herself battling to save Quinn from himself as he stalks her relentlessly, heavily under the influence of the Fae. If this wasn't enough, Bree discovers a startling truth about her heritage as she teams up with others to drive the Fae back across the veil. Way in over her head, Bree has no other choice but to fight, leading her to a confrontation that will change her world forever.

*Note: this is just a mock cover I created during NaNoWriMo as inspiration to get through hour long, all night writing marathons*