I’ve always been a morning person. I find that I do my best writing from breakfast time until early afternoon, when I slow down and eventually grind to a halt. Then I’m usually good for business or household challenges until dinnertime. After that I have an hour, maybe two or three, when my brain doesn’t seem to want to work, but is oddly susceptible to ideas and impressions. If I use this downtime well, it can be incredibly useful later.
It’s a holiday weekend here in London. Spring is in the air. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the city is full of flowers, and my husband just offered to take me out to dinner. Nothing but good times ahead 😉 .
I was planning a Good Book Squee, but that will have to wait until next week. All of a sudden, my head is full of lobster cocktail, shrimp tempura, steak, cheesecake, great conversations and lots of laughter. I’m smiling just thinking about it.
We’ve been going regularly to Goodman Mayfair since it opened in 2008. It’s been my favorite restaurant for almost nine years now and I don’t expect that to change any time soon. Every time I go, I’m blown away by the excellence of their offering, and I always think about what it takes to keep their customers coming back for more, year after year.
A superb steakhouse has a lot in common with an outstanding piece of genre fiction. Continue reading
Alexis, the heroine of my fantasy WIP, accompanies Kierce, the hero, to a very OTT aristocratic celebration. Something as showy as the Oscars, hosted by royalty, but in a horses-and-swords kind of world. Alexis was raised in a monastery; she’s spent her whole life passing as a boy, so it’s challenging enough for her to have to act and dress like a female. To glam up, and preen, and flirt is her idea of a nightmare.
It’s mine, too, which may be why I’m struggling with her wardrobe.
As writers, we’re taught that a story rightfully begins with an inciting incident; an event that changes something for our hero/heroine, throwing them off their traditional path and setting everything in motion. It can be as simple as meeting a cute guy in the bar, the death of a family member, or being transferred to a new job, or more complex, like being transported into a whole new world. Typically, the inciting incident is something that happens to the hero/heroine, rather than something they actively do.
Simply put, before the inciting incident there is equilibrium. Afterwards, the balance has been upset and there is a problem to be solved. Continue reading
I had great plans to read and recharge over the holidays. That didn’t happen, because I used all my spare time to work on my Golden Heart entry. I wrote a new opening scene—it took multiple attempts before I finally found one I liked. I figured out an opening sentence that made promises about the story instead of just plunging into the action. I filled in plot holes. I checked the etymology of every significant word to make sure it was appropriate to my world. I tailored my metaphors. I wrote a new synopsis that reflected Alexis and Kierce’s relationship arc instead of wandering off into the mystery sub-plot. And then—yay!—this week, I uploaded the lot to the RWA website.
I have a lot of work left to do on this story, but I needed a breather so I decided to treat myself to the book binge I didn’t get in December.
November is (almost) at an end. I had planned spend the next few days basking in the success of a second year of NaNoWriMo, but that turned out to be overly optimistic on my part.
As I mentioned last week, my writing progress stumbled around week two and never did get back on track.
Though I may have missed out on the satisfaction of getting to upload my 50,000 words and put that “Winner” icon on my profile, I’m still going to count this month’s effort a success, for a couple of reasons: Continue reading
NaNoWriMo is less than a week away and, as I mentioned in last week’s post, I’ve been laying some ground work to (hopefully) ensure my November is as productive as possible. Tonight’s fortune cookie message seems to agree with that plan.
“Prepare today for the demands of tomorrow”
On a whim, I gathered up the other discarded fortune messages from the dinner table this evening to see what other helpful advice I could find.
“You will enjoy doing something different this coming weekend”
Hmm. Continue reading