Sunday, November 3, 2013

Weekend Update & Gracias!

Good morning, fabulous people. Hope you've had a great weekend thus far; that the weather in your neck of the woods has proved as beautiful as ours in good ol' Louisiana. We've even had to turn on heat the past couple of mornings. True story! 

Last night I spent a small portion of the evening downtown, and I must say, it was even more beautiful than its daytime counterpart. In case you missed the earlier post, I work a day job down there now, and I'm super psyched every morning my feet tread those red brick sidewalks and my eyes search for and find all that beautiful old French architecture.

But at night. Wow. Everything's lit, even the well-manicured trees. Streets are slightly damp from the downpour two days prior. Couples hurry from one side of the street to the other, hands tucked inside coat pockets, laughing because they just missed that oncoming car by the hair of their chinny-chin-chins.

And now with this beautiful Autumn weather? Forget about it. Thinking about asking le boss man if I can just set up camp outside, until the weather turns too cold for my toes. Wouldn't that be awesome?

Besides the lovely air, I also wanted to extend my deepest appreciation for the Amazon reviews you've all given me as of late. Talk about making a girl's day! Seriously, if I'm ever down, all I have to do is read those kind words, those explanations of interest, and boom! I'm up. Good to go. These books would not have had and continue to have this magnitude of success without your support and, for that, I am most grateful.

So, in a nutshell, yeah. You guys are awesome. Hope your weekend's just the same.

P, L, & JM,


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Let's Hear It For The Boy

So, I've figured out why satellite radio is ridiculously popular. Well. One of the MANY reasons so, and that's because local radio sucks. It does! Fifteen minute drive to work and I can't even get one song throughout SIX stations? Really? 

But I did learn something rather interesting.

In this day and age, only 1 in 4 men tuck in their shirts.  As opposed to fifteen years ago, when almost every man did so.  That's when I was in high school, folks, and you know what?  That little fact is absolutely true. All my guy friends tucked in their polo shirts (plain white tee underneath, peaking at the color, respectfully), and they also went that extra mile and combed their hair. I KNOW! Crazy, right?


That got me to thinking in snowball effects, and I thought about all the times people have asked me why I write historical. Many reasons, of course; why does anybody write anything?

But one of the most prominent?

You guessed it. Men were men. Gentlemen, even. They dressed fantastically, regardless of station. Cared about appearance, grooming, whether a sock needed darning or that pesky collar needed a good pressing.

So, modern male, if you're actually one of the few who calls yourself a gentleman and, more importantly, practices the beautiful art of behaving a gentleman, why, bravo, bravo. Keep fighting the good fight. We ladies appreciate your tireless efforts.

P, L, & JM,


Monday, October 28, 2013

Plotting for a Pantser

If you clicked on this thinking it would be a phenomenal post on how to plot like a pro, well... allow me to extend my deepest apologies.  I wish I had all the plotting answers.  Would sure as heck make things a lot easier, wouldn't it?  Having your entire book outlined, synopsized (I know, that's not a word, but you grasp my meaning), and broken into plot & character arcs, where all you have to do is write it?  The very thought makes me sigh longingly for that beautiful place in Dreamland where everything is perfect and I am the most amazing writer on the planet.

But I'm not.


Nothing wrong with attempting a hand at solid organization, the kind which produces professional work that makes sense and deserves publication.


For you plotters, you've probably long since wondered why we pantsers dare to write by the seat of chinny-chin-chins.  Well, guess what?  We are just as curious about you.  Difference?  We wanna know how you do it.  How do you make yourself sit down and outline a book?  Where do you begin?  With an outline? Scene ideas? Character charts?

So in a scary attempt to plot like a person who means business about this writing... err... business, I have begun writing down the basics of a new story synopsis-style. Funny thing is I'm surprising myself, because it's still by the seat of my pants sorta-kinda.  But this is the first time in a LONG time I've thought of a story from beginning to end, and it moved like a movie reel in my head. Six hour drive from Biloxi to Shreveport apparently works miracles. Who knew?

Oh, and I've also made a brief character chart.

So... character chart? Check. Working synopsis? Check. Pictures close enough to the people I imagine as hero & heroine? Check. Soundtrack in Progress? Uh huh. Check. What's next? I haven't the slightest clue. 

Betcha I've asked this in a post or two a while back--I'm too lazy to actually thumb through 'em--but how do you plotters do it? Do you have an exact method before you actually, you know, write the meat of a story? If you outline... what compiles your main I, II, III and so forth? Beginning, Middle, End? Please share with us!

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Saturday, July 27, 2013

TV, Babies, Daycare, Rehab... What?!

BBC's The White Queen with Max Irons & Rebecca Ferguson

Feels like a lot has happened this week. New Day Job--well, sort of new; I've been there almost 2 months--Little Man got moved to a new class with all the big kids (the room totally reminds me of the daycare in the last Toy Story, no lie), BBC's The White Queen has been kicking butt 'n taking names, Jonathan Rhys Meyers plays Dracula in an upcoming NBC series that looks AWESOME, Will and Kate had a baby, Amanda Bynes finally (finally!!!!!!) got admitted for her... um... issues (and yet her Twitter feed's like a bad train wreck; you just can't look away), Lana Del Rey's dissin' on Lady GaGa...

Speaking of Lana... Le Muse is LOVING her at the moment. The BBB's--Born to Die, Blue Jeans, & Blue Velvet--have been repeating on the iPod, inside the Mini Coop, and at work via Spotify constantly for the past fortnight. If you haven't given her a listen, do it now, now, now. And disregard the fact that my CP calls her Miss Depression. 

The lovely Lana Del Rey

Which leads me to... how much I'm loving my story. And, no, technically I shouldn't have driven into this topic after the word depression, because this novel is anything but depressing. At least, I don't think it is. Glad we got that straight. Back to the point: Totally Diggin' It. I mean, we're writers; we SHOULD love our stories. But, honestly, sometimes you wanna just chuck it out the window. Sometimes you wanna chuck the whole LAPTOP out the window, because, darn it, why can't this blasted novel just write its own darn self?!!



Lovin' the story. This is the YA, Sci Fi, Historical yet, at the same time, Contemporary, first person, heroine's PoV tale that I started over a year ago, got to... oh... chapter 12 or so and said, "Eh."  Well, I've rekindled my fascination with prim, proper, spunky, 19th century bombshell (wow, that was a lot of adjectives... sorry!) Hallelujah and her quest to help futuristic Adris find a cure for our dying human race. It's got a love triangle. Hopefully plenty of page-turning tension and adventure. 

Check out my character interviews here and here.

So, what's been up with you guys? Are you as stoked as me and my BFF over the royal baby? Lovin' his name? Wonder what sobriquet the public will come up with for him. Should be fun, regardless. 

Kate, Wills, & Baby George Alexander Louis

Happy Weekend, Lovies.

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Thursday, July 4, 2013

Get Your History On

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 

I really wouldn't consider myself a history buff. Don't get me wrong; I love history. Love to read it, watch it, sink into the fascination of a time long since gone, yet still making an exceptional impact on our present. But I haven't read enough yet, may never read enough, to count myself among the History Elite.

Be that as it may.

I have read the above selections, and let me tell you, if you're looking to brush up on American history and those who left their mark upon this young country like no others before or after them, do yourself a favor and add these to your reading list. They'll stay on your Keeper Shelf forever. In the very least, you'll be able to keep up with your kids as they're going through school.

Happy Independence Day, Americans. Let Freedom Ring.

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Friday, June 21, 2013

REVIEW: The Duchess Hunt by Jennifer Haymore

From the back of the book:

Simon Hawkins, duke of Trent, is no stranger to scandal. Rumors and innuendo have darkened the House of Trent for decades, and it has fallen to Simon to restore his tattered family name. He lives by a strict code of honor, but when he is called home to investigate his mother’s disappearance, the distinguished duke will tangle with temptation. For there waits the only woman he has ever loved-and the last woman he should desire . . .
Sarah Osborne has spent her life dreaming of Simon’s touch. But dukes do not long for lady’s maids—or so Sarah believes, until a stolen kiss sparks a passion that could be her ultimate undoing. As the couple begins a forbidden romance, a cunning enemy plots to destroy the duke and everything he loves. Now, caught in a blackmailer’s web, Simon faces an agonizing choice: sacrifice his family’s future or break Sarah’s heart.
Now... What did I think?
I've been reading Jennifer Haymore from the beginning of her career so, yes, I am a trifle prejudiced whenever she throws out a new novel. Guaranteed satisfaction, you get the idea? Just think of one author who takes up a good half, if not an entire three feet on your Keeper Shelf, and you'll know exactly what I mean.  Jennifer Haymore is no exception, and she once again delivers in THE DUCHESS HUNT.
Unlike other historical readers and/or authors, I don't have a huge problem suspending disbelief IF the writer does a good job with the core story and character arcs. A duke falling for a lady's maid? Very unlikely even in this day and time--before you bring it up, Kate Middleton's above this station; trust me--much less the pompous, snooty, albeit fashionably fabulous period of the Regency. But we believe it in this story, mainly because Sarah and Simon have known each other since childhood, and children have a way of doing away with boundaries, do you not agree?  I mean, seriously. Do you really think William and Harry liked making mud pies and riding bicycles any less than the average Joe Schmoe American boy? 
You know they were running around the gardens of Windsor diggin' up the peonies.
Mischievous royals aside, in this story, the pre-existing love/fondness between Sarah and Simon made for delicious anticipation and a fast-moving plot, which I love when I'm pressed for time like I always am these days.  Not to mention, Haymore threw in this well thought out mystery sub-plot that completely threw me for a loop, because oh no, this isn't just another hero/heroine historical love story--bat the eyelashes, stolen kisses, ooh is that decolletage? You hussy!--but a true-blue suspense with oodles of pent-up frustration, adventure, memorable secondary characters, and pretty backdrops.
Oh, and that was my favorite part by the way: the amazing description. Haymore's done her homework, and yet she doesn't punish you for it. Little tidbits here and there paint this beautiful world as though you were alongside Sarah and Simon. Sitting on crushed velvet squabs, admiring the English countryside, picking out expensive material for ballgowns, and the list goes on and on.
End verdict? Haymore does Regency right. Every. Time.
Don't miss out on THE DUCHESS HUNT, to be released this Tuesday, June 25, 2013.
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,

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Monday, June 17, 2013

Steel My Heart

Loved it.

Hard with a sixteen month old, though.  First trip to the movies with him, and I think we both decided to wait another year or so before attempting again.  This movie, however, will make our Keeper Shelf one released on BluRay.  Loved the effects, the costumes, the music--wow--and especially Cavill's portrayal of Superman. He added just the right amount of compassion and strength to suspend disbelief.
Well done, movie peoples. 


Sunday, June 16, 2013


So, I think we're headed to the theater today for the new Superman movie.  Here's the thing: I am a die-hard Christopher Reeve fan. Raised on his version of the caped superhero, forsaking all others, nobody better even think about tryin' to measure up, OK? 'Cause it ain't gonna happen.
But I must admit.
I am excited about seeing Henry Cavill in action.  And, yes, that's partly because he is a very attractive man. But it's also owing to the fact that I watched him through four seasons of The Tudors, where he masterfully played Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk. If you haven't watched The Tudors, queue it up on Netflix.  You won't be sorry.
What I'd like to know is... have any of you seen the new movie?  And if so, what did you think of it?  They've tweaked the storyline a bit, and I know that freaks out comic book gurus, but seriously.  For entertainment value... were you entertained? ARE YOU ENTERTAINED?
I know, I know. That was silly. But I love Gladiator, too.
Happy Sunday, peeps. OH! And HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to all you fathers out there! You deserve a day chockfull of doting and relaxation.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

REVIEW: Tangled by Emma Chase

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Girls, don't you just love this cover??
As most of you know--and moreover, as most of you can personally attest--I receive a lot of book recommendations from friends and, especially, the CP. Who is also a very good friend, only she's one of those who calls me out on bad word choices, sentence structure, out of character moments... oh, you get the idea. See how I can ramble at any given time?
On subject:
 TANGLED by EMMA CHASE came highly recommended by the CP, and with good reason.
It is amazing.
Wows in that way a good book does when you've been reading a string of normal, not even bad ones, but then they're not awesome, either. You know what I mean, right? Of course you do. You read this book that arrests your attention--REALLY arrests your attention--within the first few lines, and you just have to stop for a few moments, because one, you're amazed, two, you're inexplicably happy, and three, you're just a little bit jealous, because why didn't you think of that?
If you're a writer, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Heck, if you're a reader, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
That said, this book is entirely in the first person point of view of Drew, a young, enormously successful businessman who is as gigolo as they come. No, he's not a bad guy, but neither is he a saint. He goes out with his buds, sleeps with a different girl every week, sometimes twice a week, says his goodbyes, and moves on to the next victim... err... chick. The women with whom he exchanges sexual favors? Yeah, they love him. Wanna bear his children. Smitten, the poor things, and rightly so. He's got it all: looks, charm, wealth, a body to boot. I couldn't stop myself from picturing some dark-haired mix between Brad Pitt and Chris Pine, but I believe that's owing to the fact that I just saw Star Trek, and have always been a Brad Pitt fan and, therefore, picture all heroes in this fashion as of late.
But I digress.
Everything's goin' peachy in Drew's life, rollin' along like it ain't no thang, until--of course!--he meets Mrs. Right. Well, she's not a Mrs. yet; she's engaged to another man. Kate's the polar opposite of Drew. She plays for keeps, could care less for Drew's bad-boy personae. Oh, yeah. And she just got hired into Drew's prestigious bank firm.
Enter major competition and sexual frustration, all rolled up into one mean, nasty, yet heart throbbing, edge-of-your-seat-on-the-sofa package.
What impressed me the most about this novel is the fresh, unique writing style. Ms. Chase pens like she's talking to the reader, involving us as though we're standing directly beside Drew through this whole dramatic plot. He's funny, smart, crude to a fault, but we've got no problem understanding why he acts the way he does. The author yanks you in that easily, that quickly, and when it's all over, she leaves you with a smile and a single thought, "This book not only made my keeper shelf, but I wanna read it all over again. Like... right now."
Thank you, Emma Chase, for sharing your amazing gift with us. Can't wait for the next book in the Tangled series. Two thumbs & Two big toes up, yo.
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,

Monday, June 3, 2013

On Repeat

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Ed Sheeran. Lego House.
Haven't had a song on continuous loop like this in I don't know when. Serious Evanescence days, maybe? And that's saying something, because if you didn't know already, I stupid-love Evanescence. Cry every time Amy Lee walks out on stage and hits that first hauntingly-perfect note.
But Ed Sheeran? I adore this guy. Is it because he's a fellow redhead and totally reminds me of my baby brother? Possibly. British? More than likely. Physical qualities aside, this Suffolk native learned to play guitar at a very young age and caught the attention of both Elton John and Jamie Foxx with a short, independent five-song compilation. He writes music with an old soul; I really don't know any other way to explain his lyrical abilities. It's like you're listening to a master, someone who's been singing since he was a kid and for thirty some-odd years after that, only he is a kid. He's 22.
And he's inspiring Le Muse right now like nobody's business.
If you haven't given him a listen, get movin' already. Here's his live performance from this year's Billboard Music Awards.
Here's to a beautiful week, folks. May all your wishes come true.
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Monday, May 27, 2013

REVIEW: A Week To Be Wicked by Tessa Dare

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Earlier this year, the CP and I headed down south to Lafayette, where historical romance authors Eloisa James and Julia Quinn set up q&a day camp at the gorgeous, local library. The comforting scent of fresh coffee filled the air; bowls heaped with Hershey's Kisses dotted the back table, along with copies of the authors' latest releases. Inquiries flew left and right, all perfectly answered, some accompanied by funny tales and valuable life experiences.
But one I remember above all, and it wasn't even my own.
Why historical romance?
Interestingly enough, this stumped Eloisa and Julia for at least five long seconds, until finally Julia's eyebrows arched and she said, quite simply, "Because it's what I like to read."
For a while I've put off historical romance. Why? Not that complicated, really; I don't want other historical stories to influence my own. For that exact reason, some believe you shouldn't read too much of your own genre, if at all. Some authors--one of whom is one of my all time faves--do not read fiction AT ALL whilst writing their own novels. They stick with nonfiction. Historical accounts, biographies, you get the idea.
So, when Tessa Dare's A WEEK TO BE WICKED flitted across my email for $1.99 on Kindle, I thought, "Mmm. Historical? Should I?" And of course I did, because I can't resist a good deal. My CP's much, much worse than me in this arena, I promise. She had more on her Kindle than I have on mine within a week of its purchase, and I had had mine for at least a year longer.
Anyway. I began reading Ms. Dare's saucy historical romance, simply because I needed something to read and none of my recently downloaded samples interested me enough.
Folks, let me just say this: A WEEK TO BE WICKED is one of those stories that makes you want to write. Authors, you know what I'm talking about. The plotting is so well done, the characters so real, the dialogue so clever and funny and downright witty, I swear, once I finished, I seriously contemplated starting all over again. Yes, it is sexy. Very. In fact, notwithstanding the erotica genre, this is the sexiest standard historical romance I've read in some time. That said, the love and sex scenes were pertinent to the story and joyfully moved the plot along, enhancing the relationship between hero and heroine the way they ought to.
Speaking of hero and heroine. Lord Payne's a hottie rake (think... Jaime in Game of Thrones without the whole a-hole, Kingslayer vibe) and Minerva's a bona fide nerd. Glasses, petrology/geology guru, unmarriageable (or so she believes) because her older sister's much prettier and far more mindful of propriety. The two of them (Payne/Colin & Minerva) embark upon this grand adventure to Edinburgh, where Minerva plans on presenting a major geological discovery to the Royal Something-Or-Other.
Chaos ensues, and I mean... chaos. As writers, we're groomed to understand that we need to throw our characters into situations, then see how they're able to claw their way out of them. Ms. Dare does this with such style and flare, I own, she must've been Indiana Jones in a former life. Or at least idolized him as a child. (Who didn't??)
If you're looking for a refreshing, romantic read with heaps of adventure and face-fanning dashes of sexy, then this book is definitely for you.
From the back cover:
When a devilish lord and a bluestocking set off on the road to ruin . . . time is not on their side.
Minerva Highwood, one of Spindle Cove's confirmed spinsters, needs to be in Scotland.
Colin Sandhurst, Lord Payne, a rake of the first order, needs to be . . . anywhere but Spindle Cove.
These unlikely partners have one week:
to fake an elopement
to convince family and friends they're "in love"
to outrun armed robbers
to survive their worst nightmares
to travel four hundred miles without killing each other

All while sharing a very small carriage by day and an even smaller bed by night.
What they don't have time for is their growing attraction. Much less wild passion. And heaven forbid they spend precious hours baring their hearts and souls.
Suddenly one week seems like exactly enough time to find a world of trouble. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . everlasting love.
Happy reading, everyone!
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Hard & Clear

When you become a parent, things change more than I think most of us are willing to own up to. At least, that's how it's gone for me over the past 15 months. Type-A personality, Control Freak, Insanely Impatient you name it--that's me. I'm a crammer. Have been ever since I can remember, but it's only gotten worse as I've grown older. Work the Day Job, keep a tidy house, ensure the family has clean clothes, spend time with Little Man, see to the health and well-being of the aforementioned.
Oh, yeah. And in the midst of all that, I'm a writer. Writing is something I need, must do, cannot live without, will go crazy and wind up committed if I don't find some inkling of time to jot down a paragraph, a sentence, something! But even if you're not a writer, surely there's something you love, love, LOVE; something that's all yours and yours alone, and you want so badly to do it, if you don't, you're biting your nails, grinding your teeth, or eating double your weight in chocolate or carbs or both.
If you're a parent, hopefully you know where I'm coming from here.
It's not easy, is it? Am I alone? I don't think so. Problem is, life in general has changed--is changing daily, and there's nothing whatsoever I can do about it. Control Freak tendencies owned, thank you very much, which is something a Control Freak does not want to admit to anyone, let alone herself/himself.
Lately life's taken a firm hold on me like nobody's business. This is really hard to share with you guys, so please bear with me. I've been up, down, high, low, happy, sad; angry beyond comprehension one moment, crying the next. When my son was born, my doctor mentioned something to the tune of, "If you ever feel sad, come see me." And of course I thought, "Sad? What? I just had a beautiful, healthy baby boy and am married to the most amazing man on the planet. How could you possibly imagine me being anything but ridiculously happy?"
Then, as most of you know, my stepson Matthew died last September in a catastrophic car accident.
To say we were devastated... well. Really, there are no words.
Insert Type-A, Control Freak, Insanely Impatient right here, just before my name. I've worn those badges like a title all my life, and before you raise that eyebrow too high, be assured that I'm not proud of any of 'em. Not one iota. And within the past couple of weeks, I've noticed a severe change in my personality and physical qualities I'm really beginning not to like.
So changes have to happen. Of this, I am fully aware. Balance must come in and stay for a long, long visit. Spiritual, Emotional, and Physical well-being desperately need to arrive at a happy medium. Pacing is difficult for me, because I want everything not soon, but right now, and that's not reasonable. Not if I want to maintain sanity, which is saying a lot anyway when you're a writer.
But I digress.
Why am I telling you all this? Beats me. Maybe I just needed to get it down on paper/webpage/what do you call this thing? Vocalizing the problem makes it real, right? I downloaded an exercise app this morning, plugged in what I've ingested so far. Pulled up the current chapter of my WIP. Maybe I'll tackle cobwebs later on, maybe not.
All in all, it's time to reassess what I call "Real Life," and for everyone it's different.
What's it to you?
Thank you for reading my little blog/website.
All of you have been more of a blessing than you realize.
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints (wait... are Junior Mints on this diet plan thingie??),
"Write hard and clear about what hurts." -- Ernest Hemingway

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Two 4 Tuesday

There's a lot to love right now. Amazingly pleasant weather, gorgeous flowers, crawfish finally being in season, the fact that I can't choose a story, but am actually very, very eager to write. Lots o' good stuff going on.
But if I must narrow it down to two...
Sunday night's soap opera featuring an innocent-little-girl-turned-ninja-tactician-kick-arse-beeotch has the best of both worlds: fantastic script writing and exceptionally memorable characters. Nouveau riche pretty girl Emily Thorne (played by Emily VanCamp) arrives in the Hamptons and quickly rents the posh beach house next to one of the wealthiest families on the planet: the Graysons (Madeleine Stowe & Henry Czerny). Thing is, this isn't her first time around the Richie Rich block: she was practically raised in the very home in which she now lives. Way back in the day (gosh, I don't think I've said that since the 90's), her father was framed for an act of terrorism, sent to prison for life, and eventually murdered on the playground (or whatever they call the enclosed places outside where everyone chills and trades smokes). Emily's sole purpose? Getting revenge on the family who framed her father. Wonder of wonders--uh huh,  you guessed it--this so happens to be the Graysons.
This show is, as Rachael Ray loves to say, deeeee-lish. Admittedly, I got a little worried when this second year came about, because at first it wasn't (to me) living up to the standards of the unforgettable, nail-biting thrills of the previous season. But here lately? The writers are kicking butt and taking names. No, wait. That's Emily. If you haven't watched, the first season's available on Netflix. Queue it up!
When I decided way back when to start writing during my lunch break, I dutifully brought my laptop to work with me everyday. No big deal. Heavy and a little bulky, especially when I carry a purse and lunch, but if I expected to be professional and get stuff done... You get my drift. Then, The Hubby came up with this idea to get me an iPad. I protested adamantly for at least a good half hour, testifying to the ridiculousness of the expense, since I already had a Kindle (that barely worked half the time, but still!) as well as a trusty laptop, et cetera, et cetera.
"Well, what if an iPad app exists that enables you to work on your manuscript?"
"OK. You have my attention."
Pages is great, folks. Easy to use. Pretty much fool proof, other than the fact that it doesn't like the fancy fonts I use to mark chapters, but it changes them to something else, and we're good to go. All you do is drop your chaps in iCloud, and boom! They show up on the app in wee little word documents. Manipulation and editing is easy, and it works great with a wireless keyboard. Not to mention it's a great deal more portable, and when you're a mom, portability is everything (Can I fit two full size bottles, five diapers, wipes, a burp cloth, toys, a thermometer, travel Tylenol, snacks, plus all my girl-stuff into this one purse? What do you mean, no??!)
Writers, what do you use for writing on the go? Laptop? iPad? Is there an app out there I don't know about? Has anyone seen Ironman 3 yet?
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Saturday, May 11, 2013

Weekend Update

This morning I woke up thinking about a story I began last year (at least, I think it was last year... who am I again?), which led to the pulling up of said story and the reading of Chapter 1. Ever peel open a forgotten folder of your own stuff, red a few lines. Gain a smile. Maybe even a hearty laugh, and think, "Wow. That's pretty good," followed by the inability to get the characters off your mind for the rest of the day? Or, in the very least, a fair bit of the morning?
Well, that's what happened to me.

For fear of switching novels yet again, I'm choosing to leave it at that.
Moving on. Two cups of coffee, couple of slices of pb&j toast, and a kiss to my baby's head and I headed to our monthly RWA meeting. Cranked up Demi Lovato's new single Heart Attack, because it totally kicks Le Muse's gears into motion here lately, though I have no idea why. Think it's the small ascending and descending scale crawl at the beginning of the chorus that tweaks my ears. Good stuff. Scarce crowd this morning at the meeting, but lots of enthusiasm. Always feel extremely uplifted and motivated after a writer's powwow; makes me wish we had 'em weekly.

Afterwards? I started thinking about the story again.

Oh. My. Goodness. Why? Why? Why?



Why does this happen, writers? Why do we lose focus so easily? Is it just me? Please say it's not. Does this happen to the rest of you?

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Wednesday, May 8, 2013

WIP Wednesday: FanFiction Peeps, This One's For You!

Current Project: Albion
Genre: Adventure, Romance, Dystopian, Science Fiction
Current Word Count: 12,263
This Week's Goal: 2,000 words

Yes, that is my goal for the current project.

However! (Yes, there's a however. Please don't wag a finger at me; I get that enough from the CP.)

I've been doin' the naughty, and converting my most recent Harry Potter fanfiction--the one I took down, because I thought it wasn't fair to keep up an indefinitely unfinished story--into a real, bona fide, potentially sellable novel. That's right. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Ha!

OK, that wasn't that funny.

The hard part about all this is the back story. With Potter fanfic, if you make it futuristic (beyond their graduation, I mean, sans epilogue), you've got 7 books worth of back story beneath your belt. That's A LOT! Not to mention most people who read fanfiction have either read the books or, in the very least, watched the movies and liked them enough to actually read fanfic.

What that means for me is that I must create an entirely new, believable back story.

Wait. Why did I choose to do this again?

To my fanfic fans--I love you!!--this is the conversion of A Scandalous Proposition, and it's because of you and your amazing feedback I decided to have a go at it. The story hooked me from the get-go, I love the characters, the setting (although I have regrettably made the decision to move everyone to New Orleans, as I'm much more familiar with our American legal system--particularly Louisiana), and most of all I love the feeling fanfiction gives that, as an author, I don't have to worry about publication for profit. It's like I'm writing for me again, and THAT, dear readers, is the mindset to which I must return.

So, prayers, please, and lots of happy thoughts!

What are YOU guys up to this week? Enjoying beautiful weather? Anyone been out boating yet or anything? Not that I can, mind; I've the skin of a vampire. Sigh.

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Two 4 Tuesday

It's been a crazy past few days. Little Man's cutting teeth like nobody's business, I'm sporting my zillionth sinus infection of the year, and the Day Job's producing more and more work by the minute. Getting to where I wake up in the morning and think, "Wonder what's gonna happen today?"

You just never know.

Craziness aside, choosing two things I'm lovin' for this Two 4 Tuesday came rather easy:

1. The Elite by Kiera Cass. No, I'm not finished with it just yet. Reading kinda slow, actually. Hey! I've been busy! But this is a great story thus far, which is no surprise, because the first in the series--The Selection--proved hard, hard, hard to put down. The gist of the story is that America, who is, like, low in the totem pole as far as class goes, gets picked--selected--along with 34 other girls to go to this huge, gorgeous palace and hang out with the royal family whilst waiting for the prince to pick one of them to be his bride. No, it's not historical. Futuristic, dystopia-ish, YA. Problem is America's stuck between two guys (yes, one of 'em is the prince...duh), plus she develops close friendships, and loves the food, etc. etc. Hey, I'd stay for the food alone. And of course the dresses and fab shoes. Posh living! If you're looking for a good, easy-breezy summer read, add this to your list. But read the first book... well... first, ok? Awesome.

2. YouTube. Namely old scenes from 90's soaps. I know, right? Don't judge me. But when the cousin and I were kids and hangin' out in the summer, we watched One Life to Live, Beavis and Butthead, and Duran, Duran Unplugged constantly. If you haven't seen Duran, Duran Unplugged (MTV, 1993), find it and watch it right. now. No, really. Now. Anyways. My YouTube addiction stems from seeking inspiration for Le Muse (See! I really am working!), and lately she's been loving the old kissy-kissy romantic scenes between the hot couples from the 90's. Sax music, cheesy lines, high-waist pants, and chicks who have nothing else to do but gossip and cause problems for every other chick on the show. You know what I'm talking about. Good stuff. And since I was in my best writing mind as a teenager, when I wrote for myself, not worrying about being published or if anyone would ever read my work but me and not caring one iota... well, what can it hurt, right?

Anything in particular sparking your interest at the moment? I'm watching Tristan McManus on Dancing With The Stars and I gotta tell ya... he might just make next week's Two 4 Tuesday.

Until then...

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,

              Duran, Duran--MTV Unplugged--1993


Monday, May 6, 2013

Manic Music Monday

Today I'm diggin' I Will Wait by Mumford and Sons. Why? What's not to love about this band? Got their own sound? Check. Writes their own music & lyrics? Check, check. Displays versatility on instruments and vocals? Uh... ya!  But this song in particular speaks to me, admittedly, because of the banjo. Reminds me of all the weekends the band and I traveled from bluegrass festival to bluegrass festival, taking the stage two to three times, then jammin' out beside the camper trailer until the wee hours of morning.

Good times.

Here's the official vid to I Will Wait by Mumford and Sons. (Crank it up, if you can. You'll thank me later.)

Love it when Marcus starts head banging over his guitar. Sometimes I head bang along with him, though he does it much better, I'm certain, as he doesn't fall over afterwards.
Maybe I need to practice more.
I Will Wait is also available on iTunes, Amazon, and as track #3 on their sophomore album Babel.
What's on your iPod/Stereo right now?
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


Saturday, May 4, 2013

Happy Weekend

Just wanted to wish all of you a fab weekend. We're cutting grass, shaving dogs, and enjoying the gorgeous weather. It's 72 in May!  Gotta be a record or something.  Probably be 105 by next week, so we're soakin' it up while we can.

Other than that? Nothin' but Game of Thrones on Sunday night. Will Tyrion really marry Sansa?! What about Shae?? And Ygritte better not break Jon Snow's heart, or I swear I'll... I'll... well I can't think of anything right off the top of my head, but it'll be somethin' fierce, aight? Can you tell I'm totally wrapped up in the romanticism of this fantasy blood 'n guts show? Ridiculous.

Oh, and my little one might be buckin' for a position on the 2032 Irish Rugby Team.


Anyone else watch GoT? If so, what do you think of the season thus far?

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,
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