Sunday, July 17, 2011
I'm bogged down with edits for a new book, plus trying to spread the word about Quest for Magic which is coming out August 9th. Not so far away that I should put off pubbing it, but I'd so much rather just write. Hate edits, hate publicity, really just want to WRITE! Of course I know that's impossible, but a girl's gotta vent sometime!
I'm going to ask some questions so please answer me, somebody. These are things I've wondered about lately.
1. What to you do when a character starts clamoring for his own book, telling you to stop the one you're on and get to writing about HIM? Do you give in? Make notes and tells him to behave for a while, ignore that loud voice in your head?
2. What do you do when you're half-way through a book and get completely stuck in the dreaded, sagging middle?
3. What do you do when a little voice tells you you've just written a pile of junk?
1. What do you do when an author makes a goof that drives you crazy?
2. What do you do when you find a wrong date in a historical, or a grammatical error that makes you grit your teeth?
3. What do you do when you find out the blurb on the back of the book that made you buy it doesn't really describe the book at all?
And now a fun one for all. What do you do when you've had the same blasted tune running round and round in your head and you can't change the record playing up there?
These are some of the things I've been wondering about lately, and I thought it might be fun to ask.
Now for an excerpt from Quest for Magic. Lee Pearson is my co-author on this one. The first time I've co-authored and it was fun and rewarding.
"He drove home quickly, not wanting the evening to end, but hoping he could kiss her good night again. They said little on the way to the flats. When he took her to her door, he stood looking at her a moment, not able to believe his luck in having her with him, her expressive eyes clearly expecting his kiss.
He took her in his arms, loving the way she moved into them, at first hesitantly, and then with grace.
“I’ll need more than just one goodnight kiss, Hayley.”
Her eyes grew even larger, as she turned her face up to his. Her eyes closed as he kissed her with restrained passion. As her arms locked around his neck he deepened the kiss. He’d promised himself to stay in check no matter how she inflamed him but then she moved her body against his with a low sigh. He’d never known a woman’s body could fit quite so well. Every curve seemed fashioned to meld with his masculine angles. He doubted if a sheet of paper could slip between them without going up in flames.
With a groan he backed her into the shadows against the porch wall and ground his rampant penis into her softness. She gasped, but moved her hips again in the most feminine of welcomes, and Jono forgot all about his decision not to rush her. He kissed her breasts through her thin blouse, moving from one to the other and sucking each nipple in a wild assault. His control, always precarious when around her, almost vanished. Her uninhibited response, even though every move proclaimed her an innocent, sent him over the edge he’d resolved not to cross with her so soon.
But she’d learned so quickly. She was seducing him every bit as much as he was seducing her.
He reached under her skirt and let his hands caress her slim hips, trying desperately to keep control. Her silken panties were thin and he could feel the soft curls under them. He started to drag at the last garment hindering his access to paradise and then he realized where they were. Practically in public, for Merlin’s sake, even though no one had yet walked down the street. He couldn’t insult her in this crude manner.
She clutched him and moaned when he started to pull away.
He gave her one deep kiss and then loosened her arms around his neck.
“It’s too public out here. Will you come into my flat with me, Hayley?"