Saturday 31 May 2014

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #44

It’s been a long time since we’ve had this talk, but I’m sure what I’ve given instead is so much more fun than me talking about my writing.
You know, because you had an awesome blog story, that if you haven’t read, then you should. you know, by clicking here
Let’s talk what I’ve done…
Last time for, The Rub of My Werewolf. Done. Edited, waiting for release. Woohoo!
Started Moonlit Wolves 7: Protecting My Werewolf
1.      Worried ‘cause Adam is much more a romantic than I think I’m going to be able to portray – he’s also wild…
2.      Worried that I’m not going to be able to get all the steps I want to get in there
3.      Worried it’s going to crash and burn
4.      Worried Adam doesn’t make sense, I’m made him have to great personalities but they are both one person
5.      Can I say worried one more time….
6.      Excited that it’s writing itself, and the characters are working, even if clearly I’m going to have to go back in and make Adam a little more handsy – but then I made him a version of a cliché he couldn’t be because of the circumstances, so having him like he is might not matter as much, as long as he gets a little more handsy
7.      If I hadn’t massively caved to peer-pressure, and this horrid sickness that just doesn’t want to fuck off I’d be finished this by now, it’s writing that smoothly—I say before i hit a fucking wall, lol. I’m 8K and I’ve only done 2 nights of solid writing.
I have learnt recently with this series that I have missed two major parts in the whole story line. One, is on purpose. Honestly, I can’t do anything about the misgivings, mostly because the group have them, they don’t know any more than you guys do, and it won’t be until the next story arc that it will be cleared up because he became a bit more of a focus point.
Can you guess whom I’m talking about?
The other is a complete fuck-up on my count. The excuse is that the story it was meant to go into, or it should have gone into, well, it wasn’t important enough. I’m not ashamed to say that those two characters were a bit self-centred, and clearly, I wasn’t going to be doing this other story until book 11.
Now, its book 9 and knowing this bit is meant to be filled… oh, man, it’s given me a depth for the book that I didn’t think it was going to have. instead of it being one sided—well, it’s going to be, but now it’s going to have a moment, a part where anger and resentment and things that he didn’t even understand he held in his heart is going to have to be let go.
And there you have it, because I feel like I’m making sense only to myself and no one else.
Next: Got rejected, again, this time with Something Said, and as I looked at it I’ve decided that, yes, I’m going to be making this a full version (or novella) ‘coming out’ story.
But first, a little later in the year, I’ll put it up as another blog story.
This rejection didn’t hit me as hard as the first one did, I’m not sure if it was because it was the second, or the fact that I was just waiting for this email since I sent the fucking thing in. I knew it wouldn’t work. I knew it wasn’t enough. And quite frankly, ever since I wrote the whole thing, hit send, all I wanted to do was get it back and write the whole fucking story out. Because it’ll be brilliant, if not slightly clichéd ‘coming out’ but then again maybe mine will relate a little better to all those who’s other stories didn’t.  
I don’t really believe that, but I do believe that just a different tone to the same story can speak to different people and have different reactions, and only one person needs to come out of it with a sense that what they feel and how they’d relate to situation isn’t odd, isn’t anything but… normal.
This, however, well mean that I’ll have two coming out stories under my name. yay!
And lastly a bit more of the old November 1: Love Without Knowing It, is in its final stage of editing, I’m going to be doing a quite read threw with one of me beta’s (the one I am fast to fast with). Then send it off to a friend of a friend who said he’d read it for me, clean it up a little more.
I’m hoping from this I won’t need any more editing, but I’m going to be giving out a handful of arc copies to anyone who wants to read them in the sense of feedback—you know the way they were meant to be done—at least that’s what I’ve been told.
I’m hoping by the end of June I’ll have a copy of covers up for you guys to choose what you’d prefer and a giveaway to go with it, probably money for ARe or something, because I have no idea how to deal with Amazon.
But good things are coming with that book, and I’m looking forward to the horrors and stress that this book is going to give me, but I want to make it a yearly thing so I need to get it up, and ready, let people see it, see me, understand, and want more…
I’m scared, I’m nervous and I’m pushing all that shit away because I need to finish the next three Moonlit Wolves so that I can focus everything on it.
So on the end note of soft hysterical giggles, I think that’s everything.
Adam’s plump lips parted, a little blood on the corner of his mouth, he smile, more a grimace of pain, but clearly, he was trying to smile.
“I know you,” and then his glassy eyes fluttered closed.

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