Day Two of the writing blitz

So I woke up at six a.m. bright and early and opened the laptop. Surprise, surprise the words started to flow. I’ve gotten into Longfellow Forgiven I just have to NOT look at all the other things that need to be done. VJ and I pushed out a bunch of stuff under the name Violet Summers but its become increasingly harder to stay in a steady flow. I have school, three kids, two dogs and one Guinea pig. VJ has her Evil Day Job, a teenaged god-daughter , kitties and her parents that she takes care of.

We so want to write more, write faster but life seems to be inserting itself into  writing time. The Calender seems to be working for me. I need the structure and instead of looking at my writing goals as the enemy I’ve tried to look at them as a oppertunity to really pick up my pace.

Whenever I start getting bogged down  I take a look at my photos of HOT men and eventually work my way back to writing..

Here’s a honey who always inspires


Serious writing has begun

The big holiday is over. The kids are already bored and today was my first day of 3000 words a day challenge for myself. I started of working on the next Longfellow book. The characters managed to piss me off so I need a break.

I worked on a new story that I’ve started. Working title Pitch Black. SO here’s a little something from the beginning. I’ll probably be putting up snippets of stories I’m working on. It’s always nice to get a little feedback 🙂 Of course these are unedited rough draft bits and pieces but what the hell…

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“Pitch, he said you were an unprofessional bitch.”Billy leaned back in his beat up leather chair, hands behind his head.

“Did he also happen to mention that he never let me forget he could show me a good time while we were trying to clear out that shack he considers a house?”

“You know he didn’t, but its part of the business. You need to be able to handle the clients with a bit more professionalism.

She flopped down in the equally battered chair in front of her boss. “I was professional until he grabbed my ass and offered to show me what it was good for. He’s lucky all he got was a broken nose, I could have rendered him sterile for the rest of his piggish life.”

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Oh and I reached my 3000 word mark. So day one was a success.

The Muse is back

Yes the little bitch has finally escaped the from the deep dark dungeon I apparently had him lovcked up in. The imp was slow to emerge but now he’s back with a vengance. I was on my way to school yesterday when the ending scene to a new series I’m fiddling around with popped into my brain. Sitting in the student lounge I had to hand write the scene while it was fresh and it kept getting longer.

Don’t get me wrong I’m thrilled to welcome the little bastard back. ( NO worries he enjoys the pet names I give him as well as a good flogging every now and then) He just LOVES to make an appearance at the wrong time and place. I welcome him with open arms even when he shows up at the most inappropriate times.

I’m off of school starting Friday and wo’t have to return January 9th. So the goal well I’m busting my ass on the second Longfellow book. VJ and I are supposed to start on the next Merab book and I have four WIPS I need to get some serious work done on.

My goal is no less then 3000 words a day, everyday of my vacation. It has to be done. When I go back to school its Anatomy 2 for me and I’ll be lucky if I have a brain cell left while studying for this class.

So the best way for me to police myself is to blog my progress…hahahahaha….I’m not sure if that will keep me on the straight and narrow, but I’ve lost 140 pounds there is NO reason why I can’t do this.

Wish me luck and stop by and let me kow your plans over Christmas break…..

MY hot assed cover for my first solo with Ellora’s Cave!!!!!!!!

A good Witch is hard to find!

I admit it I’m completely biased when it comes to this cover. Finn’s story was the first one I ever finished. When I got the contract I wanted to cry. Its still  very surreal to me that my solo stuff is getting accepted. I have a wonderful group of supportive friends and the one person I have to thank most is Tawny Taylor. She encourages me and believes in me and has threatened to beat me with a wet noodle if I don’t stop second guessing myself and my writing.

Now I get to look at this heavenly picture that will bear my name for life and I’m as giddy as a school girl.