HOLY WINDSHIELD BATMAN!
I’ve been gunning 220, and likely had my hair on fire more than once this month, trying to get so many pieces into the mix…but I’m out of steam. The home office deconstruct-reconstruct officially wiped me out about 36 hours ago when I nearly dropped a 4-drawer filing cabinet down the steps trying to move it. The back is out, the bones are weary, and the mind is heltar-skeltar.
That said…because of the crazy, I’ve decided to hold off the last cover reveal for July until the last day of the month…so you’ll get to see it here on release day instead of waiting. YAY.
I think I’m going to take a day…not that I really have one…but, take a day, enjoy a few Godfather’s. ((sooo yummy///blended scotch with Amaretto over ice) and get my composure back. There’s far too much to do to be down for long.
I have always been one of those readers who will find an error in the story I’m reading. It could stem from my OCD, which I thought had eased up a bit the past couple of years. Whether it’s a typo or the wrong spelling of a word, it tends to take on a life of its own on the page, glaring at me, daring me to call it out.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from perfect. My two novels have their fair share of errors. I still cringe when I think about them. Why didn’t I catch them if I’m so observant? Good question. One reason is time constraints. When you’re working against the clock, you don’t have the time to make corrections and still make that deadline. Those errors you learn to let go. The others… I’m human. I try to catch as many as possible, but I have a feeling there’s always going to be a few that slip past me.
I also have a pet peeve. Well, it used to be a pet peeve. Since I’ve gotten older, it’s gotten worse. It drives me up the nearest wall when I see a word that has the incorrect spelling. The word is right, the spelling isn’t. Not a big deal, I know. I realize what the author is saying. I get that. But what does it say if the author doesn’t know he’s using the wrong spelling? That’s where I trip over that line. Especially since I’ve started writing myself. You PORE over a book, you POUR water out a pitcher. You guide a horse by the REINS, a king REIGNS over his subjects. I go through numerous books in the course of a week on my Kindle. Errors abound, and I cringe every time. Authors depend on beta readers and editors to find and fix errors. I know, no one is perfect, and I’m being obsessive. Did you read the title of my blog? I know, I have issues.
Don’t even get me started on the difference between a muzzle and a snout. That’s a whole other can of worms. 😉
Till next week,
When my first signing of the season ended, and The Veiled Path to Destiny was released, I had planned to jump right back into writing and getting the next book on the agenda out. My muse, she’s a fickle one, decided otherwise. So, I took the time to catch up on a little bit of reading. I should actually say, I did a re-read of a book I loved so much I have a pristine, signed copy on the shelf and an e-copy on my Kindle. Do you do that? Buy a book in both formats?
Here’s another question…do you follow an author when they branch out from the genre you’re familiar reading them write? Or do you only want to read the books they write in said genre? For me, if I love the author’s writing, how they bring a scene to life, I will follow. For some, it might take me awhile to make the jump, but for others I jump with little to no hesitation.
Now….I am back to putting words on the page.The book I am currently working on is another Fae romance, but not a part of the Veil series, and will be a stand-alone. At least that is the goal. One just never knows when a secondary character will jump up, waving their hands, demanding their story be told.
The second WIP is a fairytale retelling, but more on that later one. After that, we return to The Veil Series. Celine and Coipeail will have there story told. 😉
What was the book I re-read you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya…It was Sky of Dreams by Jenna Jacob. It’s a departure from the Doms of Genesis series, but OMG…it has all the feels you could possibly want in a contemporary romance. Give it a read. You’ll love it. (link at the bottom of the page)
Until next week…Happy Reading!
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I admit I haven’t been very productive this week, at least as far as writing goes. Instead, I’ve immersed myself in the world of movies. I think I’ve seen every movie that peaks my interest going back to 2005. Every action, adventure, fantasy, and sci-fi movie made. Ask me, I can probably tell you about it.
While I didn’t get words down on paper, I did get ideas. My imagination got a swift recharge. With a little creative juggling, I added names and places to my ongoing list for future stories. Paying close attention to details of creatures and monsters, I noticed the length and curve of the teeth of the Tei Tao in The Great Wall, and marveled at the characters and cities in Warcraft. I watched the expressions on the actors faces as they dealt with difficulties. All these little details serve as inspiration. I absorbed it all; to review and morph to fit my needs.
My mind is reeling with current WIPs to be completed, and ideas for future works. I know what I need to work on first, then get back to the others. So many stories, so little time. Guess I better get busy.
Till next week,
I recently sent my third installment of The Kindred series to my last beta reader. I trust this person’s judgment and value her opinion. She called me the other night, probably to prepare me before I received the manuscript in the mail. To be honest, I’m glad she did. There were more than a few things wrong with my story. She was afraid I would either get angry or hate her, or both. She couldn’t be further from the truth.
No one likes to hear they did a less than stellar job. But one of the first lessons I learned about writing was to put your ego in your pocket. No one is criticizing you to make you feel bad. They’re telling you how to make your story a better read. This is exactly what my friend did for me. She pointed out flaws, all of them obvious ones.
It’s embarrassing to be called on something when you knew better in the first place. Yeah well, me and hindsight have never been the best of buds. But, I do learn from my mistakes. Now I have quite a bit of rewriting to do. It’s not the end of times, and it’s not like I’m on a deadline. I have the luxury, for once, of time on my side. I can fix what’s broken, and do it right. All I have to do is shift gears and get my head back into the story. On that note, I’ve got a LOT of work to do.
Till next week,
I’ve always been a dreamer. That’s not to stay I shirk my responsibilities. But when things get really rough, I escape… sometimes a movie, but mostly through books. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have books in my life. From the time I was small, I was always surrounded by them. The stories enchanted me, taking me to wonderful places I would never get the opportunity to go in real life, or teaching me things I would never learn in my everyday life. They were my portal to the unknown and the fascinating. To this day, they hold that power over me. They are my escapism, my center when life gets too crazy to deal with.
The past couple of weeks have been like that for me. Trying to learn something new, but no one has time to answer questions. Someone close to me suddenly pulled the rug out from under me. Figuratively, thank goodness, but it still hurt. A lot of little things mount up. I’m strong, up to a point. My mask is firmly in place, hiding the insecurities of a lifetime. I’m not as thick skinned as people think. I hurt, I retreat.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading. The bright side is that I found three new favorite authors. I finished their first series, and have all intentions of delving into their other works. I love finding a story that I get caught up in. The characters become my friends, and I live in their world for a brief time. When the story ends, I find myself at a loss. I don’t want to lose my new friends. I’m sure you all know where I’m coming from. Last night, I finished the last of a four-book series. That makes eleven books in less than a week. I find myself at the intersection of What’s the Next Book? and I have Work to do.
Play time’s over, time to get back to work. I have my own story to write.
Till next week,