1) How long have you been writing?
1) How long have you been writing?
Specifically, on what to do about my (I swear) demon-possessed child. Sammie (Twin B, Little Miss I Don’t Believe In Sleep, not the twin in the picture above) has never been quiet about bedtime. She routinely wails at the bedroom door (there’s a gate that’s supposed to block her in) for about 20 minutes and then settles in.
That all changed this week. Suddenly, she goes on for at least an hour. One night, she absolutely refused to wear a diaper (throwing it out in the hall a couple of times) and to get her to sleep, we ended up just dealing with the bed in the morning.
This culminated in last night’s explosion. She was pissy all evening to start, and when bedtime rolled around it was on. An hour of screaming. This hour also involved the discovery that she can climb over the gate (the bar she uses to get into the room is on the far side). Even lifting the gate up to add another inch or two to block her didn’t work. Oh no, she just tossed a pillow and blanket onto the floor outside her room to cushion her when she fell off as she climbed over.
Points for being innovative. Points lost for learning how to escape. More points lost for teaching Twin A to do the same. ::groan:: And Jackie just wanted to go to sleep. Earlier this week, I swear as Sam was melting down, I saw Jackie roll her eyes at me about the drama queen’s hissy fit. She’s two. She should not know how to roll her eyes already.
End result? To let poor Jackie get some sleep, I ultimately brought Sam out and held her for an hour. This initially pissed Jackie off, but she settled in and went to sleep pretty quickly. I also thought Sam might be getting a cold so I gave her children’s benedryl (I’ve gotten doctor okay to use a little on them when they’re stuffy).
Finally got her to sleep. I had to sit in the room after I transferred her to bed to be sure she settled in for about five minutes, but finally, after nine, she was out.
I can’t do that every night, but I don’t know what to do about it.
Oh – and Jackie’s almost potty training. She’s to the point where she’ll go on the toilet if you put her there, and lord knows that girl has bladder control (she stopped in mid-stream when I caught her going on the carpet -there’s a story there), and she can go all night without peeing her diaper. Yay! Now we just need to teach her how to tell us she needs to go.
And deal with the demon-child who gets pissy if she doesn’t get to sit on the potty too. No matter she doesn’t do a thing on it, but if sissy sits there, she has to too. ::groan::
And now, just ’cause I can, a picture of the twins together. 🙂 Demon child is the dark haired one.
Now, I ask you. How can anyone that sweet and innocent looking be such a hellion???!
I’ve been writing for gosh this will be my 16th year. I’ve been writing professionally for 3 years. Dance took over my life before that.
Oh gosh. Really good question. I juggle screenwriting, show creating, author work, family and health every day. Just have to schedule my time and hope nothing runs over the time I’ve got for it.
Well In The Shadows came out of a odd encounter. I was a dancer and we use to think of the ways to make the story we told with our bodies stand out. We did the “would you rather game.” Everyone knew I’m a fan of wrestling have been since I was 5/6 years old. I’m 24 now just encase your doing math. I got asked a hard question between two wrestlers. How would I rather mess around with
I answered with something funny. Handcuff one to the ropes play with the first one then do the second one. The story started to form back then. I didn’t write it up from the notes we played with back then until last year when L. Anne Carrington started to talk me into writing wrestling erotica.
Well the freedom you get in the Erotica genre is also what makes it the hardest portion of the industry to write. You have to make every scene force the reader to want to know what happens next. I like the challenge. Through the Erotica genre I learned about wrestling erotica and the challenges it offers to me.
I move from genre to genre. I want to do a military themed book at some point. I think it will add to what I can do and make the readers experience more of what I have on offer.
I like both. Depends on my mood.
Vanilla. I can’t eat Chocolate. If you follow me then you know why.
Jasmine got obsessed with a wrestler and now the wrestlers obsessed with her. Steamy nights, kisses and rules being broken at every turn. She turned his whole world upside down and now he’s doing it to hers. In this free fall, can they survive each others love? Will she take him from the wrestling mistresses arms?
Sorry if the formatting’s all screwed up. Had to replace the harddrive this weekend and don’t have Word on the computer to do my pre-editing on it at the moment.
I have been telling stories all my life. (Some people even called it telling lies. 😀 ) However, I didn’t begin writing fiction until relatively recently—just four years ago.
A lot of balls! Multitasking is second nature for me, plus I do work long hours to keep it all moving along.
The Portal Chronicles was born of a dream I had many years ago. I told my daughter about it, who then wanted to know what happened next. I wrote it down for her, and then decided to bind it so it would be easier for her to read and share with her friends. After writing the first one, the next part of the story was spilling out of my imagination and I just kept writing. Fusion is the conclusion to the Portal Chronicles. It’s a story about choices, about how they not only affect us, but produce ripple effects that can alter the timelines and destinies of others.
I never really set out to write a paranormal YA story. I just sort of landed in it and have been happy living in that genre ever since. I am now obsessed with all things YA from the awesome YA TV shows to books. Being able to share this with my twelve-year-old is an added joy.
I don’t know. I won’t do it purposefully, but if a non-YA story starts brewing in my imagination, I will certainly explore it.
I love the combo!
I probably started when I was thirteen or twelve and wrote heavily at that age. I didn’t do much writing in college and after that. For the past two years, I’ve been rediscovering my love of writing.
Honestly, not many. I was able to quit my job to write. I know writers who take care of kids, work, go to school, write, and they’re active in writing communities. I don’t know how they do it. I literally got an email from one friend telling me she was going to read my story until her daughter set the kitchen on fire.
I love the vampire myth—it’s so malleable. There are dozens of variations now: they’re heartless monsters, they’re “vegetarians”, they can’t stand sunlight and garlic, they’re indifferent to sunlight and garlic. I wanted to jump in with my own interpretation. I also wanted to do a vampire whose heritage went back to the cradle of humanity, Africa. Part of me understands why all the ancient vampires are white (after all, Dracula is still a very influential book), but another part of me thinks it makes no sense. While Jamie has some trappings of an old world European vampire (after all, back in the day Europe was filthy and no one would notice a few more bodies around) he’s really more a chameleon. He’s survived the centuries by being smart and blending in.
Sex, in many ways, makes the world go round. It’s a very primal drive, and it’s always mixed up with politics, something else I find fascinating. Writing about it felt very natural to me. Paranormal stories for me are fun, but I like writing stories set in the real world too.
I actually wrote a fantasy book that needs reworked. I’m having so much fun writing smut though, it might be another year before I get back to it.
Both. I love Thai food.
It is an incredible honor and an exciting moment for me to welcome Ms. Grace Burrowes to my world. Ms. Burrowes is the super-prolific author of a wonderful stream of historical romances published by Casablanca. Her release this month is Darius, and she has at least one book scheduled to come out each month for the next year! Let’s make her feel welcome and give her a chance to catch her breath!
The short answer is that I started writing about seven years ago, at the age of forty-seven, when my daughter moved out of the house. Abruptly, the house was full of peace, quiet, and time to think, and my brain went on a writing orgy. Lovely. The more accurate answer is that I’ve always felt an urge to write, though for decades that mostly found its outlet in a journal.
I have two jobs, the lawyer job representing foster children, and the writer job crafting happily ever afters. One can see how the two might complement each other. Unlike many people struggling to write while raising a family, tending a young marriage, looking after the elders, and holding a day job, my situation is fairly simple. Because I’ve waited until mid-life to attempt publication, I’m particularly eager to get a backlist up. (TM – WTG on the foster kids. I was a Guardian ad Litem for a brief time. You’re awesome)
I am an example of the person for whom all the motivational sermons make no sense. I had twenty manuscripts done before I explored publication because publication was never a goal. I still don’t have goals, I don’t write down my objectives, I don’t write every day, I’ve never had a crit partner… All those things you “must, must, must” do to find success as an author are beyond me. (TM – and yet you clearly are successful. Fellow future authors, take note! You can break the rules and still fly high.)
I write because I love to write, and my publisher has been generous enough to set up a monthly release schedule because they understand my reasoning with respect to building a backlist quickly. There are days when having one book in revisions, another in draft, a third in copy edits, a fourth in galleys, and a fifth hitting the shelves is a challenge—but it’s like trying to decide among favorite desserts, or which ride to get on at your favorite amusement park. It’s ALL good.
Darius popped up as good secondary sort, in “The Virtuoso.” I wasn’t sure why he was the one sidekicking for Valentine Windham, but Valentine and Nicholas got along with him (he popped up in Nick’s book too, as brother to Nick’s lady), so what the heck—I’m just the author. Then I wrote a story for Darius’ brother Trent, and again, Darius was skulking about, out until all hours, and giving off a quietly desperately vibe.
The guy needed a book, clearly, but what on earth was he up to, out past his bedtime, looking after everybody but himself, being so handsome and miserable? At first I thought he was stealing, or maybe trying to return goods he’d stolen. Maybe he was trying to return goods stolen by a friend’s sister. Maybe he had gambling debts to work off and THAT was what he was up to. Except, Darius doesn’t gamble with coin, only with his honor. This guy did not want to give up his story, and when the answer popped into my head, I at first did not believe it myself.
I am eternally indebted to one of my brothers for telling me that the worst challenge a man can face is to have to choose between the competing demands of honor (all my author buddies, write that down if it helps with a plot). What is the worst compromise a man could make to protect and care for his loved ones? What is the worst compromise ANYBODY who is broke, disempowered and desperate, can make…?
The answer surprised me, but it was right for this hero: Darius was selling his favors, just short of the deed, in exchange for the coin he needed to support his dependents, all of whom, were cast on his charity by the father who has also rejected Darius. When enough coin is laid before him, when he’s reached the limit of his despair and self-loathing, he makes that last, last compromise, only to find he’s found his salvation.
Oh, everything. When I started reading romances 35 years ago, historicals were all you could find. Then too, there are pioneer romances authors still writing in the historical genre, and their work has reached near-perfection. Who wouldn’t be inspired by that?
I’m writing Scottish historicals that I’m enjoying tremendously (TM – Having read the first one, I quite agree that it’s lots of fun!), and I’ve written a pair of Georgian novellas that were a lot more fun that I’d anticipated. Both the Georgians and the Victorians had their wild elements. I’ve also written a trilogy of contemporaries, about lawyers in love…
Chocolate—and most good chocolate has vanilla in it. (TM – Quite a valid point)
For more than twenty years. I started when I was twelve, stopped eight years later to enter the medical field, and started seriously writing again six years ago. I had always planned to write again after retiring from medicine but brought that goal forward by a few decades.
I juggle two big balls on a daily basis, pun unintended! Work and writing. Most of my family are abroad and my friends are scattered all over the UK, so I get to see them less often than I would like to. As for writing and work, it’s a fine balance. Long day shifts and night shifts are exhausting, and I tend not to manage more than a bit of social media on those days. If I do a ‘normal’ work day (9-6), then I’ll manage 2-3 hours of writing as well. It takes a hell of a lot of dedication and determination. Once I published though, the discipline was established. I have deadlines to work to and I relish the challenge.
Soul Meaning was initially a short story that I wrote for the British Fantasy Society Short Story Competition. It was inspired by the striking image of the number 17 written in dripping red paint on a black rock on a sandbank in the middle of a lagoon on the island of Mauritius. After considering several ideas around that number, I finally thought about deaths. More specifically 17 deaths. Thus started the story of Lucas Soul, the man who could die up to seventeen times. I knew it could be a novel even before I finished writing the short story; Lucas Soul and his business partner Reid Hasley lived and breathed naturally for me on those first pages. I WANTED to know what would happen to them next.
The first book I wrote when I was twelve was a children’s fantasy novel. It was a ‘Narnia’ meets ‘The Goonies’ kind of story. The next one was a boarding school action-adventure tale. The third book I started, but never finished because I entered medical school, was part of a supernatural YA series. The main reason I returned to writing again in 2006 was because I had an idea for another fantasy series, this one a light hearted, humorous adventure one. The three main characters walked into my head one day and just wouldn’t go away. So, you could say writing fantasy has always been in my blood. Soul Meaning was a complete change of pace and style for me. I have never written something like this before and never, ever thought I could write a thriller with fight scenes, guns, and swords. I ended up surprising myself. I defined the novel and the series as supernatural thriller as I felt it was the best description for the genre.
I guess the final answer to the question is because it satisfies my need for speed, kickassery, and the fantastical. As for romance, it’s definitely present but it takes a backseat to all the action. I like my protagonists to shoot first and kiss later.
A return to light hearted fantasy may be in the books in the future. The three characters that got me back to writing have been sulking in my head for the last three years, since I was forced to abandon them to pursue Lucas Soul and his story. They occasionally pipe up with acerbic comments, so I may have to do something about them before they sabotage future stories. My current plans are to finish the series Seventeen (I haven’t decided on the total number of books yet), then start on an epic, dark fantasy trilogy that has been marinating gently at the back of my mind for the last few years. I also have a tentative idea for a YA sci-fi/steampunk novel that may see the light of day at some stage in the future.
Time is running out for Soul. Can he get to the truth before his seventeenth death, protect the ones he loves and prevent another immortal war?
Yes, I know, I’m outrageously ripping off one of Shakespeare’s most famous lines, but it sort of fits. I’m trying to decide whether or not to close up shop here at Tory Michaels’ World, you see. Comments are almost non-existent (save for a strange, abrupt hike in spam comments – I never used to get them at all, and now suddenly every few days I get one).
I like doing the interviews and have gotten to host some pretty incredibly people. I like sharing my writing and other journeys with everyone…even if “everyone” is a pretty small number of views on any given day. But to get no comments/interaction with those who do read the blog is incredibly disheartening. I do this because I’m trying to interact with people, and host authors because I want my readers to say hey, and all that.
So here’s my question to you: what should I do to encourage more (read here any) comments to posts?
Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, some updates on me in general.
Weight loss has slowed to a dramatic crawl, though I hit 24 pounds gone today. Ooo, yeah. Speedy Gonzales I’m not. On the other hand, I know I’m not sticking strictly to my calorie guidelines and thanks to a variety of reasons (sick, insomnia which prevents me from getting up early enough to work out, and admittedly some actual laziness), I’m certainly not getting “exercise” in. However, as the story goes, the tortoise did eventually beat the hare and while it’d be nice to be official done loosing weight in a year, I’m also committed to the new changes in eating and truly believe that by taking things slowly, I will reinforce the good lessons and be able to permanently keep the weight off this time by learning awesome habits as I go. I’m also not feeling deprived. At all!
As you will note by the widget to your upper right, my current WIP now has a couple of potential working titles: Dawn Awakening or Breeding Heat. Both have meaning to the story and I’m not sure which one I like more. Which title do you prefer? I’m also on version 3 of the first five chapters. But yesterday I wrote (rewrote, technically) over 10k thanks to my mind refusing to shut off last night, so I’m back to 19% through with the WIP. Coming up though is the hard part, where I actually have to force myself forward into writing new material instead of tweaking old material.
Shrimp turned 7 on Friday. I was sick as can be, but we went to CiCi’s, he got 3 new Wii games, and I got to see my best friend for the first time in two years. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Love you girl, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY if you read this, TA).
Have a great week!
She was no one’s slave.