Writing Articles

Hello, I just turned in another article to the RWR, Romance Writers of Americas national magazine. Slated for the February publication, I enthusiastically chose to compile twenty-eight items (one for each day) of romantic inspirations for the month.

May I just say, that along #17, I was ready to slash my wrists.

Um. Someone please stop me the next time I try to compile a list of anything longer than the digits on one hand. Seriously, people. It was ugly, ugly, ugly. I looked like something from a Greek Tragedy when I was finished. The ends of my hair were smoking. I think I burst a blood-vessel in my eye. All for the sake of inspiration, which I chose because my own was running so abysmally low.

The silver lining in all this? The editor graciously wrote me back and said it was a great article. That she'd personally found some inspiration. That made my day :)

So, after spending the morning Christmas shopping, I'm off to put the tree together. Hang up lights. Do up the house, the yard and any other room that needs a little Christmas tweak.

Here's a link for all of you who need a little inspiration: The Write Attitude

Happy Writing and Happy Holidays

Nothing :)

That's right; I've got nothing.

I'm blogging so late b/c I've been working so FRACKING (yes, I love the word. Love the show -- BATTLESTAR GALACTICA FOREVER!!!) hard on every thing that has nothing to do with my personal writing or my goal to become a working/self-supporting writer, that I had to do it.

Blog, that is.

Thus, the header is a warning and a hook to stimulate my right brain (write brain).

I'm currently reading Cherry Adair's EDGE OF FEAR. It's the second in her T-FLAC series and it's good. I'm noticing right up front how well she really gets into the emotion of the central character.

She uses a series of intangibles to draw the reader in to her world. And at this moment, I both love and hate her. (And I mean that in the nicest way possible, dear Cherry.)

Example from pg. 1: Paragraph 3: (yes, 3)

Bam! Caleb felt as though someone had punched him in the solar plexus, grabbed his heart, and squeezed.
Hard.
That's what Heather Shaw looked like.


His internal monologue is to his partner/handler. Very telling. Suffice it to say, my new goal is to blurt it all out there, stop worrying if I'm getting the words conveyed succinctly on the page.

I've always prided myself on being able to use the least amount of words to convey the tone/content of the character's goal or the scene. But maybe, just maybe, I have it all wrong.

What do you think?

Okay, so maybe this blog isn't about nothing. It's about something.