Monthly Archives: May 2012
Last week, I posted about coming up with my first idea for a YA novel. It all began with a song. This unfinished manuscript has since been put away for another idea. One that really speaks to me. Actually, most times the characters are screaming in my ear, so loudly that I can’t help but type their words on the computer just to get them to stop. This manuscript is the one I have been working on for about 1 1/2 years. During this time, I have struggled to find out who I am as a writer.
First, let me tell you that I love vampire stories. I love all that is paranormal, whether it’s YA or adult. But this is not who I am as a writer. I can’t write vampire stories better than Joss Whedon, LJ Smith, Laurell K. Hamilton, etc.
Throughout this process of discovering how and what I
want to need to write, I have learned who I am as a person. I am real. I write real stories. My characters are real. They are deep and dark. They are sensitive and snarky. They are broken and ugly. They are all part of me. I am aware, now more than ever, of who I really am. The stuff I’m made of. The good. The bad. The ugly.
Some of what I have discovered is terrifying; nonetheless, I think this journey is leading me down the right path. There are things I have to say. I have stories to tell. My only hope is that one day, I can share them with others.
This is a very small piece of writing I was working on one night while my daughter was at dance. I typically don’t write in a journal, but I didn’t have my laptop with me and got some inspiration:)
Blurb: On the precipice of her sixteenth birthday, the last thing lone wolf Cat Crawford wants is an extravagant gala thrown by her bubbly stepmother and well-meaning father. So even though Cat knows the family’s trip to Florence, Italy, is a peace offering, she embraces the magical city and all it offers. But when her curiosity leads her to an unusual gypsy tent, she exits . . . right into Renaissance Firenze. Thrust into the sixteenth century armed with only a backpack full of contraband future items, Cat joins up with her ancestors, the sweet Alessandra and protective Cipriano, and soon falls for the gorgeous aspiring artist Lorenzo. But when the much-older Niccolo starts sniffing around, Cat realizes that an unwanted birthday party is nothing compared to an unwanted suitor full of creeptastic amore. Can she find her way back to modern times before her Italian adventure turns into an Italian forever?
(YouTube trailer link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYacoZNjz_A)
Never-Before-Seen Excerpt from MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEENTH CENTURY:
“I thought I’d teach you a dance from where I come from,” I tell him. “One that’s much easier than that multi-step mess inside.”
I place my left hand on Lorenzo’s shoulder and slip my right one into his. I pause to listen to the music floating over the tinkling voices and bubbling fountain, and begin counting the three-beat tempo. “One, two, three. One, two, three.”
I stand still, only my head moving, slowly nodding with my words so he can hear the rhythm.
When his head begins subtly bobbing with mine, I show him how to add his feet. He takes a tentative step forward with his left while I step back with my right, then we side step, close, and repeat the steps with our other feet, all while I lightly whisper the beat count.
The breeze picks up, blowing my skirt and skimming my veil across the back of my neck. Chills run down my spine, but the warmth coursing through my veins from being in his arms provides a delicious contradiction.
Lorenzo continues nervously darting his eyes to our feet, but he is dancing. As he relaxes into the movement, his shoulders rising and falling with the steps, the confidence he always seems to exude creeps back on his face, and he tightens the hold around me. Our faces are kissably close, our lips a hairs breadth away from touching. I stare into the chocolate depths of his eyes and the rest of the ball fades away. The only music guiding our steps is my light whisper and the erratic rhythm of our breathing. Time slows. Lorenzo grins.
“I think you got it,” I say breathlessly, running my hand along the soft fabric of his shoulder, feeling the rock-hard muscles underneath.
My body curls inward, pressing against his. The proper form for the waltz is a straight spine and shoulders back, but if there was ever a time to break the rules, this is it.
As a teen, I threw raging parties that shook my parents’ walls and created embarrassing fodder for future YA novels.
As an adult, I read and write obsessively, rehash said embarrassing fodder, and dream up characters who become my imaginary friends.
When I’m not typing furiously or flipping pages in an enthralling romance, you can find me homeschooling my two beautiful princesses, hanging out with my amazing husband, or taking a hot bubble bath…next to a pile of chocolate.
MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEENTH CENTURY is my first novel. I did have my own fantabulous Sweet Sixteen in high school. Sadly, it wasn’t televised.
Everyone asks when a writer really began his/her love of words. Many of them say that they knew when they were little that they wanted to write. Others tell stories about writing their first book when they were very young. Then there is me. The beginning thoughts of me writing began just a few years ago.
I remember very clearly the day when I decided that I wanted to write. Okay, it wasn’t really that I decided to write, but a feeling that overtook me when I heard a song on the radio. Kelly Clarkson’s Already Gone came on the radio and I left reality for awhile. I saw clear pictures of characters that would eventually make their way to paper. This had never happened to me before. I did the only thing that I could at the time. I sat at my computer, played the song over and over again until I got those images and feelings transformed into words.
Now, this particular story has been put on the back burner for the past year or so. Why? Because another story called to me. It’s this second story that I have been working on for the past 1 1/2 years. This is the story that I hope will be published one day. This is the story I was really meant to tell.
This week I began thinking about all of the posts I have been doing. Lately, I have been doing a lot of posting about other people’s books. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this, in fact, I really enjoy assisting other authors in publicizing their books. Helping others is so much fun! I love being a part of this wonderful blogging world!! I just think it’s time to also share who I am as a writer.
So, here’s the plan…Saturdays will now be dedicated to my new forum “Thoughts of an Unknown Writer.” This is where I will post my thoughts and feelings about my venture down the road towards possible publication. This Saturday, I will begin by posting about how my manuscript came to be and where I am in the process.
Please, please, please feel free to comment and share your writing stories with me.
See you Saturday:)