Posts tagged “writing

Bad Blogger, Bad Blogger, Bad Blogger…

God, I seem to go in fits and starts with blogging. Sometimes I have shitloads to say, and others I…don’t.

Writing News

I have an EC release this month (WOOT!) and Burning (as Sarah Masters) comes out on the 9th with Loveyoudivine. It’s the second of the Blinded series, told from Lee’s point of view, 1st person. The co-author book with Jaime Samms, Fight, will be coming very soon. I’m really pleased to announce Fight will also be available in print, which is pretty damn groovy, even if I do say so myself. Also, my print copy of The Master will be arriving soon, and I can’t wait to sniff the fresh pages. Sad cow.

Since blogging last I’ve submitted two more tales to EC, one by myself and one co-author. I’m also in the middle of writing another for EC, and the third book in the Blinded series, Inferno, will be written some time this month. So, it’s all go, and I’m a tired little bunny, but so far this year it’s been a blast of busy, busy, busy.

Weight Loss News

As some of you know from my ‘notes’ page on Facebook, I’ve been trying to lose weight for a long time. Since the beginning I’ve lost around 56 pounds—though I haven’t got the proper tally because my friend has the list of what I’ve lost the past 10 weeks or so—but I really started going for it on Boxing Day 2009. Since then I’ve gone down two dress sizes—not that I wear dresses—and finally accepted/believed I’ve lost the weight and sorted out my wardrobe so my old clothes are no longer there. It took a while for me to accept it, and even when sorting the clothes out yesterday I wanted to keep some. But I was good and got rid.

I’ve joined some friends, and we walk about six and a half miles on weeknights. Some weeks I can go every night, some I can’t. It all depends on what I’m writing or doing on any given day. If a book’s gripping me, the walk goes out the window. Career comes before my vanity at the moment. Still, any exercise is better than none, so I don’t beat myself up over not going all the time. And sometimes I’m too damn tired anyway. That’s it from me today, I think. Hope you all have a great weekend!

I Look Like Perry & Have Weird Dreams

I’m feeling Mondayish. Little One had an extra day off yesterday due to teacher training, so today, after their week off on half term, felt like the start of the week. Rushing around, getting used to being up early again, bleary eyes. And to make it worse, it’s pissing down. Meant to piss down all week. That’s nice! So I envision our nightly walks as us getting drenched. But…aha! I have my umbrella. Yeah, I could act hard as nails and walk without it, but hey, I’m not gonna. Last time I did so, wearing Hubby’s weatherproof jacket, I came home only to be told by Middle Son that I looked like the person in the picture here, the one with dark hair. A massive boost to the old ego, right? Yeah, right…

Anyway, I went grocery shopping today and on the way back had a think about a book I’ve messed up on. I started it all wrong. Telling the reader what had happened instead of writing it as it happens. And telling is the right word. Appalling! Naughty me. So I’m going to start again, using what I have in parts but revamping. Let’s hope I get it done, because I need to finish this one. What with the weather being like it is, I’m hardly likely to be doing anything else but writing.

Hmm. I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I usually have them when I’m worried or stressed, but I’m not particularly either at the moment. The to-do list has shrunk, I have everything in order, so I can only assume my mind is wandering as I sleep because I haven’t had the writing outlet the past few days. In one dream there were spiders. Big buggers crawling on the floor in my house. I asked each one of my kids to ‘Get the spider for Mummy’ but they walked past me as though I hadn’t spoken. One of those lucid dreams where you’re there but not. I was invisible. No one got the spiders for Mummy, and I looked down at them—I had bare feet—and told myself that there are some things I must do for myself. I know what it’s about with regards to my waking life, but the dream just reinforced it.

I had another weird dream last night, but buggered if I can remember it now. Just know I woke thinking: WTF was that all about? Weird.

Well, I’m off to put the groceries away, make a cuppa, then try and fix this book. Hope you have a great day, folks!

Please…Just Leave me Alone!

I feel like a rabid dog with the urge to bite…

After yesterday’s writing stint, today sees me going back in and spreading out the info dump. Sometimes, when the plot is intricate, I like to write everything from the past in one go so all the information is down. The next day, or later down the road, I go back to the info dump and copy and paste bits into other parts of the book, therefore escaping too much backstory at once. I have a scene that needs writing at the start of chapter two, and I wasn’t in the mood for that yesterday but am today. I usually write [SO AND SO NEEDS TO DO THIS HERE] when a scene isn’t calling to me, and just as luck would have it, I want to write that scene but the headache from hell, plus the kids talking to me, means I’m stopping and starting, gritting my teeth and answering them so they don’t feel Mother is too busy for them, and generally wondering whether I’ll get anything written today. Hence this procrastinating blog post. Funny how no one is talking to me now, eh? Funny how, when I finish this and flick back to my manuscript, someone will want something or have a terribly important thing to say that needs saying NOW!

Oh, the joys of being a writing mother…

And how is it they know which Word document is my book? Okay, the fonts are different, but I’m wondering if I adopt a different pose when writing a book—you know, shoulders hunched, immense concentration on the face, eyes glazed… Or maybe I’m just imagining it and they just happen to speak at the wrong time.

It’s difficult, because I want to get my daily word count down and out of the way some days. You know the times, when you’d rather be doing something else really but if you don’t get today’s words down they’ll bug you all day until you do. Or you want to write, but you’re tired and keep getting interrupted. I could just say, “Oh, bugger off will you?” and at times I do, when they’ve bugged me quite enough and really need to go off and play by themselves, but there’s always that thing in my mind where I want to listen to them just in case there’s a nugget of information there that gives me a heads-up into how they’re feeling or whether something is bothering them.

Today, though, is just a waffle day, where they’re talking about everything and nothing and, to be honest, just…annoying me. Yes, the headache is a big part of my irritation, being tired is another, and wanting to write in silence (my usual preference) is another still, but the kids are still off school on Easter break, and I won’t get my silent time back until April 19th. And here I am, still typing away on this blog post, and no one has spoken to me. I’m going to do a test. Going to flick to my manuscript and see how long it takes for one of them to ask me something. Here goes…

4 minutes later. “Mum, can I have a cinnamon bun?”

30 seconds later. “The buns have all gone.”

Let’s try again…

6 minutes. “The buns have all gone.”

“Yes, you said. Never mind…”

And so this will continue for much of the day, I feel. I’ll just write in between interruptions and keep plodding on until I finish the info dump switches and reach my 3K goal. If they’re still in the mood to try and prevent me from writing, I’ll maybe tell them if they’re bored they’re quite welcome to tidy their rooms. Yes, that’ll work.

If you’re writing today, I wish you uninterrupted wonderment!