Today I thought I’d talk about how location plays a huge (and memorable) role for me in the writing process.
For instance, Dallas is a city I loved to hate (it’s an Oklahoma thing…you have to live here to understand it). Until I actually visited it. While I certainly don’t want to live there (waaaaaay too many people for my happy self), I was intrigued when I visited there for the Romance Writer’s Convention in 2004. We were in the Adam’s Mark hotel (and that’s a whole ‘nother funny story for a different posting) in the smack-dab-middle of the “Arts District”…which pretty much means you don’t have squat for quickie entertainment (i.e., a mall or Starbucks). My friends Jennifer Skully and Leigh Wyndfield and I ended up walking all of the cool parts before our actual classes at the convention started, so we had a decent “foot” perspective of the area.
When the conference was almost over, my DH joined me on his way down to San Antonio (he was in route to Air Force training). The rest of the romance chickies bailed at the end of the conference, and we were left to our own devices…this is a very dangerous prospect to two people who have explored Venice, Rome and Sao Mateus (the Azores) *g*.
Sooo, for starters, we hit Dealy Plaza. Getting there is an adventure in itself, because it’s really hard to find…it’s too damned obvious! Keep in mind that it’s on the edge of a semi-busy commerce district. Basically, if you drive through that area and end up beneath the overpass, you’ve gone too far. Hell and damnation! We circled the block like five times before figuring out we needed to yank into the very last parking lot before the freeway overpass (and yes, I have seen the JFK assassination site at least ten times on TV…finding it in reality is NOT that easy!). So we parked and paid our moola to walk through the museum, which was really cool, in a morbid sort of way (kinda like the OKC Memorial, which I’ll blog about at some future date). We finished our tour of the Book Depository (and the tableau where Lee Harvey Oswald stood is TRULY freaky), and headed out to the actual site (which is actually on the grounds….it’s all so close together it’s eerie).
We stood behind the fence on the grassy knoll, walked the perimiter, etc, and I’m sorry, there’s no way Oswald did it alone, not with the weaponry he had at the time. Just my opinion…well, also August’s, who’s a scary-assed miliary historian and knows beaucoup stuff about the weapons of *any* time. Then we met a really cool vendor (who’s hired by the actual museum, and not on his own, so not trying to shill you *g*), bought some books for my Mom (who’s a JFK FREAK!!) and headed home.
I tell you, until you’ve actually been there, you have NO idea of how close everything is, and how *magic* that bullet HAD to have been.
So, we retired to our air-conditioned room (did I mention this is DALLAS…AKA HELL in July?) for awhile, then got all gussied up and asked the bellman where we should go.
A hint here (like you don’t already know this)…cozy up with doormen/bellmen. They’re normal folks like us and *always* have the bestest tips on the “real” places to go.
So our guy recommends Deep Ellum, which I, as a blues affionado had never heard of. *gasp*. Anyway, Deep Ellum isn’t so much a blues gig now, but it was seriously at one point, back when shit was segregated. Can you tell my opinion on this *g*?
Our bellman suggested “Trees”…a truly FAB restaurant…with the pricetag to match (I’m just warning you ahead of time). This is a “continental” dining experience. What does that really mean? It means you spend at least two hours on dinner, folks. You get an appetizer to share, at least two bottles of wine, and a truly incredible dining experience. We had steamed mussels (semi-blech for me, but it’s a treat for the man) and freakin’ awesome steaks. Then we retired to the rooftop patio (all by our lonesome) and enjoyed an after-dinner drink while we watched the festivites on the street below.
It was an anniversary-worthy experience (too bad ours is in Jan…the hubby could have cashed in *g*).
So why do I recap all of this stuff, besides to edify you? Because I’m featuring Deep Ellum in my next book, VIEW TO A KILL. Yes, I fell in love with it that much, and am *definitely* going to make it a point to head there at least one night this July when RWA is back in Dallas for it’s convention!
Well, I’m pretty damned jazzed to report that I whipped out over 6,000 words done on View over the course of the last week. At the rate I’m going through this, I’m hoping to have a draft done by the time we have an agent I’ve been stalking *g*, come in for my chapter meeting.
I’ve come to a funky part in the story tho…I realized that I had my hero and heroine hitting the sack far too early for standard romance…even the kind of freaky urban environment I’ve set up. Soooo…I cut it out and plopped it back to the back of what I’ve written. The sexual tension is pretty good, and will only be heightened by making them wait *g*, tho my friend Pat is gonna kill me…LOL.
Guess I’ve been writing erotica for too long without a mainstream book in between *g*. Sooo, my solution to this dilemma is to pick upSea of
Dreams whenever I get the overwhelming urge to write a sex scene and divert myself. Because of that, I’ll probly be writing a bit of both between now and the next time I check in on Wednesday, so be prepared for a double whammy!
A Hunger Like No Other
After enduring years of torture from the vampire horde, Lachlain MacRieve, leader of the Lykae Clan, is enraged to find the predestined mate he’s waited millennia for is a vampire. This Emmaline is a small, ethereal half Valkyrie-half vampire, who somehow begins to soothe the fury burning within him. Sheltered Emmaline Troy finally sets out to uncover the truth about her deceased parents — until a powerful Lykae claims her as his mate and forces her back to his ancestral Scottish castle. There, her fear of the Lykae–and their notorious dark desires–ebbs as Lachlain begins a slow, wicked seduction to sate her own wicked desires.
In a word — WOW! What a GREAT freakin’ book! This one is dark and stormy and light and frothy in equal, very delicious measures. The sex is HAWT, and the book itself is just so well done it made me, as an author, want to hunt Kresley down and beat her, so she’d tell me her secret *VBG*. And if she wasn’t such a nice lady, I just might! LOL. RUN, don’t walk, to pick this bad boy up!
See, it’s like this…when I actually *start* writing in my blog, then I tend to continue. It’s when I stop for a few days that I get all discombobulated and forget about it.
So this year, my loverly DH got me an iPod (which I asked for), and an ultra-cool necklace holder. I guess it shows you how long we’ve been married that I get more excited over a $20 necklace holder (but it’s soooo cool…looks like an old-time dressmaker’s model with the “arms” for necklaces sticking out the top) than a $150 gizmo *g*. What did y’all get?
The link below isn’t a present, but a treat for you guys…Jill Shalvis writes disgustingly (in a freakin’ great way) funny, kick-ass books. I hadn’t been to her blog for a bit, but popped over there tonight while ignoring the Dallas-Philadelphia game. If you want a good giggle, or just something to put a smile on your face, check it out: http://www.jillshalvis.com/blog/
That’s it for me tonight, kiddies. I’ll post a book review tomorrow and see if we can’t get back on our regularly scheduled programming!
So today, after posting my blog, I did a bunch of NRCA stuff, then went to Wally (I *dare* you to try that two days before Christmas!!!) to pick up some fun munchie foods to eat. And THEN, when I got back to the house and all settled in, I sat down and wrote. And wrote. And wrote.
All in all, I racked up 3200 words in about three hours, which is kick-ass awesome for me. Granted, I type like a demon (waaaaay too many years of taking dictation *g*), but I obviously hit a sweet spot in the story that let me zoom. I’m almost to the 1/4 point! I’ve got the baddie nicely laid out (since this romantic suspense and not a mystery), hero and heroine have officially done the nasty, and the obligatory friend has thrown up the “but you’re a cop and you’re sleeping with someone primary to the case” roadblock.
Damn, that was fun!
Yeah, so I’ve been a bit of a piker about blogging lately. Not sure why. It’s not like I’ve been hideously busy (tho I have been writing), but I guess it’s just that I haven’t had a bunch to say, I guess. I could tell you that I’ve been working on the National Reader’s Choice Awards, or that I’ve been reading a bunch (finished Iris Johansen’s Blind Alley last night) and writing about 1K a day.
But in the end, I think that this time of year it’s about more than that kind of stuff. It’s about hitting the mall or WallyWorld for Christmas shopping. It’s about smiling at folks even if you’ve been standing in line to check out for twenty minutes. It’s about rooting through two rows of itty-bitty little cars to try to find a Lexus as a joke gift for my hubby *g*.
So today I’m gonna do a bit of writing while hubby watches football, go pick up the one thing I forgot (yikes!), and steep myself in the season. Tomorrow we’ll watch The Little Drummer Boy (isn’t that what it’s all about??), and then on Monday, we’ll call our families, have some coffee and tear into our presents to each other before popping the ham in the oven.
So, with no further ado, Merry Christmas, all! See ya on the 26th…
I’m happy to say that my eyes look much better (August has stopped avoiding me at all costs *g*), and I got 2200 words written on View yesterday/last night, which puts me up over 15K.
In sad news, our beloved Enid Plainsmen lost the state championship football game (which explains why I didn’t hit 3K). But damn, they went really, really far when no one expected them to, so Go Big Blue!!
So it was quite amusing…I went into work yesterday afternoon for meetings, and everywhere I went, people told me I looked like shit, or completely avoided me. Thank goodness I can blame that on the pink-eye, rather than the fact it’s my usual condition *g*. Anyway, my boss (who’s FAB, BTW) finally had enough of the “just looking at her makes my eyes itch”…or the even better one from our optometrist…”I woulda told her to stay home all week”. Sooo, consequently, at our monthly meeting with all the docs, he looks me square in my scary red eyes and says…”Cootie Girl is going to go first, then she’s going home…I’m sick of hearing about it.” And I think he was. I mean, I don’t come into contact with patients at all, so there’s really no earthly reason for me to stay home, but…if it means I can stay home and write all day, who am I to argue?
Sooo…that’s the plan of attack today. I’m going to finish up some e-mails, do some admin on the NRCA (National Reader’s Choice Awards…I’m the chair again this year…can you say “sucker”?), and then plop my happy ass down in the living room with my laptop. What are y’all up to today?
Hey all — sorry I’ve been baaaaad about posting, I simply got caught up in the joy/horror of the holidays *g*. Oh, and the nasty case of pink-eye I’m battling. That’s what I get for working in an outpatient clinic, right? It’s kinda funny, my boss (who’s a physician) basically told me that as long as I felt all right (and I do), there was no reason for me not to come into work, since I don’t lay hands on patients (just paperwork). So I’ve been showing up, and then both of us get to listen as my coworkers comment on how August has to place his punches better (ha ha), how their eyes itch just looking at me, etc, etc, etc. The boss man finally had enough and sent me home this afternoon. It was funny, but now my official work name is … drumroll please … “cootie girl.” Sounds very medical and scientific, right?? LOL. Unfortunately, I haven’t done a ton of writing work, because by the time I get home, I just wanna go to bed! Anyway, since shopping and such is out of the question until this clears up, I’m hoping to get some work done tonight and over the weekend…cross fingers for me!