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Write Like No One Is Reading…

20 Apr

I fully remember when I became self-conscious about my writing. In my sixth grade language arts class, I had penned a murder mystery short. My heroine’s pet bunny was murdered and left for dead…in a bloody heap on her doorstep.

There was mayhem! A rival with a motive! A quasi-love interest who was just as distraught about the dog as the heroine! In the end, the culprit was the neighbor’s rabid dog who was later put down and the story ended with her getting a new pet….a puppy.

Now 11 year old me didn’t think about things like logic — I went with a puppy because I liked dogs more than cats. Upon reading this story, my teacher praised it and encouraged me to layer in more details and string out the tension.

My mother and my sister….both laughed. Not the ha-ha-ha, I love this laughter of joy, but a OMG-cant-stop-chuckle of derision. With a single read through they had both pinpointed the issue with the puppy and brought it to light.

Neither of them knew at the time that they had made a huge impact on my creative works. I no longer had the same freedom, the same confidence in my words.

Though they enjoyed subsequent works, though I later earned a writing recognition in front of the entire school, though I continued to write fiction in secret, I could never recapture that same level of I Am Awesome.

Now it’s something I re-learn every time I write a book. I give myself permission to just write, and let myself know that it’s okay if I don’t get it right the first time — that’s what CPs are for and edits. By the same token, I can admit that some of what I write has merit as is.

It’s a delicate balance and one I wish I didn’t have to navigate. But it’s the only way to get the job done: Write Like No One is Reading.

 

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Sasha

Who wants you to be freeeeeee! If you want to hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at http://www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin. You can also peep her pins on Pinterest here

Risky Business

17 Mar

SkydivingFirst a shout-out to my BFF & sister Bitch Goddess, Shannon Emmel – HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You are still one super-sexy broad!

My question to everyone today is…do you tend to take the road less traveled or stick to the familiar path?

I consider myself a “controlled” risk taker. For example, I’ve jumped out of an airplane, but I was firmly strapped to a younger, stronger pro all the way to the ground. I went on a solitary vision quest around the U.S., but I was in my car (with a coffee pot that could be powered by the cigarette lighter) and never ventured far from civilization.

I’m a firm believer that great rewards—whether money, love or memorable experiences—require some level of risk. Though “luck” and “serendipity” can certainly play a vital part, the individual still has to take the chance on whatever falls in her lap. The easy, rational route is to ignore the whisper of an enticing yet risky opportunity if one is in a fairly stable or comfortable situation.

When it comes to writing, I’ve had my share of taking risks as well as taking the “safe” road and I’ve had successes and failures both ways. But honestly, the risky ones were the most fun for me. Believe me, I know how hard it is to work on a story that doesn’t have a fixed market. I received 79 rejections on my futuristic romance novels before finally getting PYRAMID OF DREAMS published in 1992. A number of respected editors and agents repeatedly told me I had to write category or historical romances if I ever wanted to break into publishing. But I wanted to write a cross-genre series even if everyone insisted that was completely unmarketable. And so I ignored all the good advice and broke a barrier.

Twenty years later, I was still receiving letters from readers about those books and this year, I was finally convinced to convert them to e-books. I just finished updating and revising all four of the original books and, once they are uploaded, I plan on working on the fifth, which never made it to bookstores.  Blurbs and excerpts for the first two books, retitled FEVERED (Pyramid of Dreams) and FALCON’S RUN (Topaz Dreams), are available on my site now and I’ll soon add teasers for FIERCE VOYAGER (Stardust Dreams) and FINDING TIME (Stolen Dreams).

FEVERED – http://www.marilyncampbell.com/id72.html

FALCON’S RUN – http://www.marilyncampbell.com/id73.html

Hoping all your reads are Passionate,

Marilyn Campbell

www.marilyncampbell; FB: AuthorMarilynCampbell; TW: marilyncampbel3

Signs, Omens or Story Triggers?

3 Mar

Baby OwlThe other night, this baby owl landed (or fell out of a tree) onto our patio and made enough racket for us to investigate. A cat had the poor thing cornered. My daughter’s reaction was to rush out and chase the cat away, then stand guard in the shadows until the mama could safely rescue its chick. My reaction was to rush for my “Animal Speak” book to check out what the owlet’s appearance meant.

As a student of metaphysics, I firmly believe everything happens for a reason. Unfortunately, no amount of studying guarantees being able to come up with what that reason is. So was the owl’s appearance a sign of expanded wisdom and perception? An omen of a death or ending? Or was the entire event a trigger for a new story?

As an author, my mind always leaps from an image or event to a story idea. Sometimes those ideas turn into books. In this case, I immediately recalled the Barbra Streisand/George Segal romantic comedy, “The Owl and the Pussycat”. Sure, I could write that love story with a different angle but I realized I was more interested in the cat’s motivation than the adorable but helpless bird. The yellow cat had looked more curious than aggressive and it was too plump to be hungry. Suddenly I was imagining an alien falling out of the sky and though it was totally harmless, the natives wanted to poke and prod it— Oh wait, that’s been done too.

So maybe this one wasn’t a story trigger after all. Maybe it was a sign of something unusual and interesting about to come into our lives. Then again, maybe it was telling me to write a story about a woman who lets signs and omens control all her decisions, until one day…

Whether you’re a writer or believer in signs, I hope you never stop letting your imagination run amok when a trigger appears!

Marilyn Campbell

www.marilyncampbell.com; fb: authormarilyncampbell; tw: marilyncampbel3

Of Candy and Hearts and Candy Hearts

9 Feb

I feel like we’re friends, so I can be completely honest with you. I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s Day. Sure I love the pink and the glitter and I love that it’s supposed to be a celebration of love. BUT I find most of what is held as the ultimate in Valentine’s and romance just leave me going pfffft.

I loathe conversation hearts. I think they taste like the end of a relationship — chaulky and with a hint of disappointment. And — don’t take my Woman Card — I didn’t even like chocolate candy until a few years ago.

I can’t stand any Katherine Hiegl movie. And you can interchange that with any Jessica Biel movie (save Blade 3) and most Reese Witherspoon movies They all miss their mark.

Clearly, I believe in love and romance, otherwise, why write what I do?

Real love isn’t about glitter or cut out hearts or candy that tastes like sadness or perfect looking people who act like they are made of cardboard. It’s loud, it’s messy, it’s supposed to make you squirm, and in the end it’s all worth it.

And if your Lover brings you candy, a paper heart or takes you to see a romantic movie, I hope you get that loud/messy/squirmy feeling.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Sasha

Who wants you to be her Valentine. If you want to hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at http://www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin. You can also peep her pins on Pinterest here

Who’s My Creampuff?

26 Jan

Confession time: I love endearments and nicknames. I’ve always gone by a shortened version of my real name and I give endearments/nicknames to friends, family and enemies alike. I very rarely have a character that doesn’t end up with one.

But you have to be careful. While  I can get away with calling a friend Bunnymuffins (yes, you read that right) in real life, put it in a story and it’ll throw the reader out every time.  Sugar, baby, honey and sweetheart are all fine. Sugar Lips, not so much. And don’t even get me started on Candy Yams.

My brain conspires against me. It twitches and sprinkles in the endearments while my back is turned. Generally I have to edit most of these out, but I recently had a project where I could go nuts.

And I abused it with glee! Honeypie! Angelfritter! Pumpkin-puss!  There was no endearment too over the top to use and it felt so good. Of course, the whole story is over the top, so it works.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to the next time I could do it again, Honeybritches. *sigh* But since the rest of my books are not humorous in nature, I’ve got to know, what’s your favorite endearment?

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Sasha

Who wants you to be her Babycakes. If you want to hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at http://www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin. You can also peep her pins on Pinterest here

The Ties That Cuddle

14 Jan

Today I’m joining the ladies of Passionate Reads as a regular blogger, about two years after I won a Passionate Reads Pitch Contest with the pitch for my first story, then entitled Project NSA. A couple of months ago, I sold that story to Ellora’s Cave. It’s called Illicit Impulse now, and I’m working on my first round of edits right now. Pretty exciting, right?

My first novel has been a long time in the making. The journey to publication includes at least two rewrites, one terrible day job, one desperate search for employment, and quite a few less than productive days. I also have to blame some of the delay on research. Writing Illicit Impulse required me to learn a thing or two about biochemistry, and that can be a fascinating place to visit, once you get comfortable with it.

Biochemistry is the source of so many things we take for granted. It’s the reason we listen to a new favorite song hundreds of times before we get sick of it. It’s the reason the food we adored in childhood might taste horrendous to us in adulthood. And then there’s oxytocin, a particularly sneaky hormone responsible for bringing people together, whether we want it or not.

Oxytocin is released whenever we touch other people or pet an animal or engage in various other types of other casual contact. But when oxytocin is released in a woman’s brain at the moment of orgasm, it creates an emotional bond between the woman and her sex partner. If the two of them are already together, that bond leads to the deeper intimacy that makes the postcoital buzz so pleasant. But if they’re just two people looking for some no-strings-attached fun, oxytocin starts building that bond anyway. That’s right. Upon orgasm, a woman’s brain chemistry can essentially start creating a relationship where none exists.

The bottom line is that oxytocin is the reason that most women struggle with keeping casual sex casual. So far, society has responded by encouraging women to avoid casual sex altogether. In order to steer clear of the heartache that comes with breaking the oxytocin bond, we women are being told to forgo purely recreational sex and wait for relationships.

Okay, I get that. No one wants the heartache. But the solution, if we must call it that, seems unfair. I’m a child of the 80s. I was taught that women could do anything men could do, even if we ultimately chose not to do it, and so I cringe at the idea that we should just deny ourselves this sort of pleasure because oxytocin might get in the way. Sure, the questions of morality and health might weigh heavily on this decision for each woman in her own way, but I don’t care for the idea that our biology should be making this call for us.

But what if we could just take oxytocin out of the picture? What might happen then? How would it feel to play on a level field?

That’s the tantalizing thought that led me to my first novel.

Illicit Impulse is the story of Grace Foley and John March, two best friends who have wanted more from each other for years but have been hesitant to pursue their desires for the sake of preserving their friendship. While John’s focused on his career and the experimental drug, Impulse, that suppresses oxytocin, Grace spends long, sensual nights with her friend with benefits, Tal Crusoe. John hopes Grace will help him test Impulse’s effectiveness, and she’s thrilled to experiment with oxytocin-free sex. But before long, all three of them discover that the bonding hormone isn’t the only complication they have to deal with.

You can find the first chapter of Illicit Impulse right here on Passionate Reads. The rest of it is coming out soon from Ellora’s Cave. I just need to get those edits done first.

**Alexa Day promises not to spend two years finishing her next book. You can keep her honest by following her on Twitter, liking her on Facebook, or keeping up with her blog at www.alexaday.net. All you have to do is send frequent but gentle reminders that she ought to be working. She’ll take the hint.

 

New Year, Same Old Me

12 Jan

For the first time in my life, I didn’t make any New Year’s Resolutions. Part of me is still insisting it’s not too late, but I’m trying a different approach this year.

Every year, I start the year with at least five — sometimes as many as fifteen resolutions and usually by March they’ve all fallen by the wayside. Doesn’t matter if it was getting to the gym three times a week , learning a new Spanish word every day or reading one non-fiction book a week. Crash and burn.

And then would come the mountains of guilt. Surrounded by the tundra of shame. All set on the plateau of Why-Do-I-Even-Bother.  It’s as ugly and as unproductive as it sounds.

I know that the biggest part of my failure was expecting a zero to six turn around with no more preparation than the turning of a calendar page. So after the lackluster year of 2012, I’m trying something different for 2013.

I’ll be working towards goals, instead of demanding instantaneous results. For the moment this is what I’m aiming for:

1. Eat More Vegetables. Fries are not veggies. Nuff said.

2. Sub at least four stories this year. One of which will be for a call (I love these but have never managed to finish a story in time).

3. Attempt to crack another publisher.

4. Get Beauty — the book that has owned half my soul for the last 3 years — out to readers. Even if it’s only beta readers.

5. Learn to say no to other writers. I know that writing is a solitary endeavor so I would commit to things when I had no desire or not enough time and then end up stressed.

And keep it pink and glittery…..because it is still me after all.

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Sasha

Who is pretty sure 2013 is gonna kick 2012′s ass. If you want to hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at http://www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin. You can also peep her pins on Pinterest here

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