Sailing, Music Monday

Music Monday


In case you all haven’t noticed, take a looksy at my progress meter to the right. That’s right; over 4,000 words written within the past week!

While writing last week, I set this song to repeat, and it literally helped me sail through writing my MS. The beat is soothing, and motivation rang in the title.

(The video itself is a bit strange. Good thing I relied on strictly the audio.)



How To Write A Book Synopsis

Carly Watters, Literary Agent Blog

Once Upon A Time pencilMany writers I know find writing a synopsis VERY difficult. There’s so much you want to include. How do you decide what to leave out? How long it is supposed to be? What tone should you write it in?

5 Steps To A Perfect Synopsis

1. Take time to set up the premise

Use the opening paragraph to set up the setting, premise, and other world building ideas. You only have one chance to draw us into your world. If someone hasn’t read your book and is reading your synopsis first what will they need to know?

2. Focus on conflict

We want to know what trouble we’ll be encountering in this book. What are the road blocks? What hurdles does the main character have to overcome? How high are the stakes?

3. Clearly outline the character’s growth arc

A one dimensional main character will suck the air out of…

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Taking Leave

As I’m sure you all have noticed, I haven’t posted w/in the past few days. I guess I’ve been so busy taking time for me until I forgot about you all. 😦 Please forgive me.

I’ll be using this week to handle some personal biz and to sneak in a bit of writing. At least you’ll finally get to see that ticker in the right column move forward. Until Monday, November 11…have a great week, guys and gals!



OMGenre!, Think Thursday

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Something has been plaguing me, ever since I began my MS months ago. Why must selecting an accurate (or as close to accurate as one can get) genre for my MS be so damn difficult?! In general, I am what you would call a contemporary fiction writer. My works often consist of mortal humans with real-life issues in real time with romantic elements. But for this MS, my writing decided not to follow the path given, taking an alternate route. In Like Yesterday, there are real people with real issues, but there’s also a time-travel component (sci-fi) and heavy romance; the MS, as a whole, is neither genre. I would lean more towards Romance, but that genre has specific rules and guidelines that my MS just doesn’t meet. Science Fiction? Not even close. I just got tired of trying to narrow down a specific genre. So…I decided…Commercial Fiction is what it will be since Like Yesterday may appeal to readers across other genres. At this point, I could call it Bullshit Fiction and be happy.

What do you do when hitting that genre road block while writing? What if your MS won’t fit neatly into just one genre? Choose one or create your own?



Make that Two, Wish Wednesday

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Now, how many wishes do I get today? Oh, what the hell. I think I’ll be free and post two wishes. Let’s live a little.

Need I say more, people?! I was doing mighty fine in the workplace this morning, being a productive, model employee…until…I got invited to lunch.

Then…I went…

…where the servers were looking at me like…


So, as you can imagine, I’m a tad sleepy at this moment.

On to wish number 2.

Would it be too much to ask a science geek (doesn’t matter whom) to create an invention that would allow my thoughts to be instantly transferred from the brain into writing software, without any effort on my part? Regularly, thoughts rattle my brain, eager to be released into MS Word. But alas, as soon as I begin typing, my genius ideas flow out something like…“And he walked from his room to the bathroom and discovered his roommate –”. And that’s it! What kind of idea is that?! Oh, the tricks one’s mind will play. What took minutes to generate a plot internally takes me three days to translate onto a computer screen and with substance! It’s the most annoying thing, but I’ve learned that it’s something that makes me a better writer. Can you imagine publishing the first thing that flows out of your head onto paper? Garbage. Humiliation. Tragic. Fail. End of your career. So, I live with the frustration and (in my Tim Gunn voice) make it work! BUT…it sure would be nice for some brainiac to invent that for me. I will be eternally grateful. 🙂 I’d might even dedicate my bestseller to you in 2054.



Titillate Tuesday

This is going to be the last teaser from my current MS…just for a little while. I don’t want to give away too much but I still wanted you all to have enough to get a feel for the MS’s tone. Once I get near completion, I’ll have more to share. But until then…enjoy this semi-final piece and get ready for the new and old in weeks to come.

The aide watched Vincent research like a mad man; her eyes pierced through the book shelf, curious about his studies and weirdo-ism. Photos of lab equipment and infinite text appeared on pages as each leaf extended from the spine and smashed against the inner cover of the book by Vincent’s sweaty palm. His frustration grew with each reminder that his e-reader and pocket touchscreen notetaker weren’t yet invented. After spending six hours exploring each science book regarding the space-time continuum and quantum physics, Vincent surrendered to the demon of exhaustion. His wrists stiffened and his eyes could bear no more weight. He slammed the final book shut and collected his illegible notes written with a pencil and on a notepad left unclaimed on the table when he first arrived.

“Oh, I’ll put those books away for you,” said the aide, leaping from her post. “You look tired. Go home.”

Vincent could only nod at the generous young girl. Her slanted eyes melted with sorrow as she could not offer an obviously troubled Vincent the answers he sought. As he dragged away from the study table, the aide leaned over to gather the books for restocking when the last book collected seized her attention—How to Build a Time Machine by Paul Davies. The aide inspected her surroundings. Noticing Vincent stepping into the elevator and no one else nearby, she stuffed the book into the back of her pants and covered it with her oversized sweatshirt. She reshuffled the remaining books on the table into a single stack and hauled them away to their original homes on the shelves.