author of celtic, medieval, gothic and fairytale inspired fiction
In trying to decide what to write about today (and coming up empty) I decided to go easy on myself and switch things up, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe I might inspire some of you to leave a comment.
So, today’s post, while containing no words of wisdom, tips or personal anecdotes does contain a story starter.
Maybe it’ll inspire you to write and maybe it won’t, but if it does, then please feel free to share, the first few lines with me.
Here it is!
I knew that sound. Dragons.
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Woot woot! Today’s Victoria Bright’s 27th birthday and her cover reveal!
Title: Withholding Nothing
Genre: Erotic romance
Release date: March 29, 2018
Photographer: Eric Battershell Photography
Models: Xavisus Gayden Ifbb Pro and Sarah Arevalo Gayden
Cover designer: Laura Hidalgo with Beyond DEF
Blurb: The girl code “Chicks before d*cks” should include that no friend can steal another friend’s boyfriend—or marry them.
When Ashton Carter’s “good idea at the time” revenge plan lands her in hot water, she never expected to see her ex again—especially in court. A few thousand dollars in damages later, she snags a job as a phone sex operator and seeks out a roommate to help fund her “stay out of jail” expenses. Having a roommate should’ve been helpful—except when they turn out to be the hot, yet douchebag mechanic working on her car.
When Ashton learns that her new roommate has been the sexy phone sex caller, lines begin to blur between real life and fantasy. It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached situation; neither of them were ready for love again. When a surprise visit from an ex shakes their forming foundation with an ultimatum, Ashton is forced to face the truth of her feelings and make a choice. With her budding relationship and livelihood at stake, Ashton has to untangle the lines of reality and fantasy in a last ditch effort to protect her heart.
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January ended on a positive note and netted me an impressive 15,500 words. I had thought that February would be just as impressive, but sadly by Day #2 I was having to rethink my own personal goals and expectations.
I’ve set myself a small one this month. Just 8,000 words. Sounds easy enough right? Wrong. I started off strong on Day #1 but from there things have been slow going. I’m currently 644 words behind target. And it sucks, big time. But life and the weather (surprisingly) have gotten in the way. Perth sweltered through it’s longest heatwave since 1930 last week. Reaching temperatures of over 40 degrees Celcius.
As for yesterday, being Valentine’s Day, the husband and I didn’t celebrate. After almost sixteen years together it’s become just another excuse for presents and when you’ve been together as long as we have present shopping can be tricky.
I did however decide on a whim I wanted to dye my hair copper. It’s currently lightened to a not so appealing caramel colour, but once I’ve dyed over the top of it, it shouldn’t be so bad.
So, it’s January, and one of my New Years Resolutions was to get back into blogging, so I figure now that my writing commitments are out of the way, I can kill two birds with one stone and get this first post out of the way as well.
A lot has happened since I was last active on here. Four months ago, and then again, one year before that. It’s really crazy how time flies, right?
Books four, five and six of the Eldritch Series are almost complete and I’ve pulled down Books one and two, ready to rewrite and edit and I will finish Book three.
Hopefully I can (re) release them before the end of the year, finances pending, along with Even Angels Fall.
It’s a lot and I’ve fallen prey to over commiting before, so I’m going to take it slow and do it in manageable chucks, so we’ll just have to see.
Writing is happening and that’s what counts.
Ugh! I don’t know what’s up with the first quarter of 2014. I’ve been neglecting this blog something awful. So I apologize. I’m still writing, but getting nowhere, at least that’s what it feels like. Got to love it when a story will run in your head but you just can’t seem to get it down without it wanting to take on some new direction. That’s Dandelions right now. Sovereign just has me stumped, again, at the moment. And, Even Angels Fallis just nightmarish. Needless to say I do hope to have all three completed by the end of the year. We’ll see how that goes.
I swore I wasn’t going to let this blog become inactive, and what happens? I do just that. Sorry guys.
Anyway I’m back… with a few changes on the way as well. Namely my author name. I’m switching to a pen name. Purely because my name has always felt like it never fit me, moreso since I married. The in-laws and I… we’re not a good fit.
So stay tuned.
So, Vampires in fiction. It seems they are either loved to bits or hated with some kind of fiery passion better left alone.
For me though. Well I fell in love with Anne Rice in High School. Claudia’s story was just sad and I found myself relating to Jesse a little too much. All in all there’s a reason most of her books line almost an entire shelf in my bookcase. Joss Whedon is another that springs to mind who kept to the true Vampire mythology. Sure, Spike got around in the daytime but not without smoke or the occasional lit himself on fire moment.
I don’t personally write Vampires. They show up infrequently in my writing. And there’s a reason. It’s just too impractical to not get around during the day. Sure you could go the House of Night Series route and hold classes at night, have none of the characters swear and get your books banned in high schools across America. I shouldn’t poke fun. I am a fan of PC Cast, I just think she shouldn’t of collaborated with her daughter.
So it begs the question: How do you get around the sunlight will burn you dilemma? Well perhaps you don’t, you definitely shouldn’t have them sparkle. And Angel blood is a rather curious idea but all in all I think Vampires need to just stay in the shadows. Otherwise there is no mystery. They are just another bunch of long lived humanoids with annoying personality traits. And let’s face it, the fey have that covered.
It’s going to be ones of those days, whereby I accomplish not much of anything. Even my dreams are fuzzy.
So, what is it about guys that says the moment a girl puts on a dress it’s okay to whistle at them? Or in my case, honk. I’m completely invisible to the opposite sex in jeans and a t- shirt but bring out a dress and its attention overload. Sure it’s flattering but still. It’s just a dress.
Know what that feels like.
To the fan I lost yesterday:
I don’t owe you an explanation, but I thought I’d offer one anyway. I do this more for your sake than mine. You see, maybe, as you later suggested, I was in a bad mood. Maybe I could have been a bit more polite about it. Maybe I’m more sensitive to it now that I have kids. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing these comments about parents. Maybe I know that my wife has to take the twins with her when she goes grocery shopping sometimes, so she could easily be on the receiving end of your sort of bullying. Maybe I took it personally.
Whatever the case, there I was, walking down the aisles of the grocery store looking for the ingredients for a new chili recipe I wanted to try. I heard the kid screaming from a distance; the whole store heard…
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Okay, so I wrote a somewhat epic post, citing all my lovely and shiny new followers then it disappeared into the equivalent of an internet black hole. Yeah, I took Geology in High School. I quit before I failed that too, along with English and Geography. If only my Dad would have let me take Drama instead. Maybe then I would have failed with flair. Meh, girl can dream.
So on that note, I have 31 followers, all of which I’m stalking,.. er, I mean following. So don’t go anywhere. If you do, I’ll hunt you down. Maybe throw a drop bear on you. Don’t know what a drop bear is? Well, don’t go anywhere and you don’t have to find out. 😀
So, I, like any other writer know how hard it can be to take criticism, especially when it comes to your own writing.
Recently I participated in a writing shoot out, in which the stories I wrote were not well received by some and I got a thoroughly mixed bag of scores. I’d been prepared for it though, having participated previously.
But to later be told by a fellow participant that they had the “displeasure of reading my work” was something that I found in bad taste and didn’t sit well with me at all.
Admittedly, I saw red, and I wanted to lash out. Only I didn’t. Not exactly. The first words out of my mouth were not expletives. It could have so easy been.
What I realized however was simple: This person did not know me. And in not knowing me he couldn’t judge me, or my writing, to the full extent. Telling me if I cannot fully commit to a deadline because of personal constraints, is, in a word, stupid. It was supposed to be fun, and it was up until that point.
However bad my writing may be, I’m aware of it, but at the same time, I must have some potential to have been published 6 times by three different anthologies.
I have something and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the spark go out.
We all know it happens. We’re set on a project and are chugging along working on it when something else pops up. Something pretty and shiny and new and we want to drop the current project and jump on this new one.
Why?
Because the new one is exciting. It’s different. It promises all sorts of things. It is full of potential. It is a new beginning.
But sooner or later that brand spanking new idea is going to stop being fun and is going to become just as much work as your current project.
Think of your novel as a relationship – a long term relationship. You fall in love with the idea of it, you spend time getting to know it (plotting), and you commit yourself to it, to seeing it through, “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until ‘The End’ do us part.”
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So, it’s been a busy few weeks around here. Sadly, we lost one of the kits this morning. A white one. He (or she) is with our other two bunnies, Heathcote and Angel who we buried last year. I think it was hardest explaining to the kids, that even baby bunnies can fall sick and die.
Yes, our house has just expanded by five. You see we recently acquired two rabbits, a male and a female who are completely smitten with one another and the female was rumored to be pregnant.
Turns out it wasn’t just a rumor and the kits are about 3 days old now, and we’re going as far to give the runt an extra chance to feed, without the fuss of siblings.
