Saturday 30 June 2012

You Know You Have Too Many Books When...

You know you have an addiction to, and own, too many books when...

1- You clean out the book case and find more than one of the same book.

2- You give away 155 of said books and it doesn't even look like any are missing.

3- You look at a book cover and say, "When the hell did I buy this?"

4- You look up a book and ask yourself, "Why the hell did I buy this?"

5- You look at a book and smile knowing you only bought it cor the cover.

6- You think you have finished cleaning and your daughter says, "Mum, just found another stack of books."

Today I have done this over and over I swear the damn things multiply at night all by themselves. "Hi, my name is NJ, and I am addicted to books - it has been sixteen hours since I read my last book."

Thursday 28 June 2012

What's Happening?

Today I thought I would give you a heads up on what is happening: By December 1st - I need to have written 585,000 words to get all 14 Wips completed. I have actually written 182,356 of those words leaving 402,644 to still be written. 50K of those words can't be started until November as it is my NaNoWriMo project (Watson Falls: Walking On A Fine Line.) after doing my sums I have to write at least 2,400 - 2,615 words per day to complete it.

So I have decided that each day I will choose a different book and write my quota for each day - if I write more than sweet I am ahead... Feel free to keep me on track... I didn't include my blog stories because  I will do those regardless...

Yes I will be a busy bee for the next few months and I have to get ahead on some of it so I don't fall behind when I am at GRL in October. Now we just see how fast I can actually write. WISH ME LUCK!

Wednesday 27 June 2012

Just A Thought

Recently I came across an this blog and had to share:



I thought it had some of the coolest pictures that I have ever seen; There are two pictures of a person in black playing a violin one from the front and one from the back. I know it is a woman, but I have decided to use these images for a man. A very talented man who is also very shy. By dressing as a woman he is able to play to the huge audiences who come to watch him.

I have to admit this is only an Idea at his stage and I haven't worked out any of the details to the storyline. It was just something that jumped out at me when I first laid eyes on these pictures. I just need a title and MC names.

I am sure you will all agree that the pictures alone are just worth the look see. They rest of the pictures there just blew me away - if you like Gothic then take a wander over there and check them out.

Anyway I was figuring that maybe someone in the audience who attends a few shows (okay a lot of shows) realises that the beautiful woman is a man. they could help him to come out so to speak.

They could also help our very shy MC break out of the box he has hidden himself away in for so many years... Well that is my thought pattern so far.

If I think of anything more I will be sure to let you all know... maybe if I remember - I seem to have a brain like a fricken sieve lately.

Monday 25 June 2012

So The Call Went Out~

**PERMISSION TO FORWARD**

MLRPress has put the call out for Vampire Warriors... they have to be subbed by November 15th 2012 to be released in March 2013... so if any of you are thinking about writing a Vamp story then check out the special subs at MLR SUBMISSIONS I notice it is not up there yet but it will be shortly... here is the gist of what was asked for by Kris Jacen:


HOT BLOOD

What can be hotter than a cold-blooded warrior using his weapons of choice – blade, brain, fang? A vampire out fighting every night for…love? Does he wield his brain or his brawn? Show us some fang!

Submissions should:

Have at least one vampire as a lead character

Be a minimum of 5k, maximum of 40k

Any subgenre is welcome and all prohibitive guidelines are observed

Deadline for submissions: November 15, 2012 Titles will release in the Spring of 2013

Submissions should be sent to special_submissions@mlrpress.com


I just thought I would pass this on so you could all check it out for yourselves and get those thinking caps on.

Bloody Hell & Then Some!!!

Okay, so yesterday I had this bright idea that I would get the whole family out for a day in the yard... two minutes in Nan declares she is too old and can't do any more... so she sits on a chair like queen muck the foreman telling us all how to fix the garden properly. Then Emily had an allergic reaction took a Phernergan (anti-histamine) and fell asleep, which left only the two of us working.

That was okay and then I may have badgered the hubs into cleaning up some of his junk (I swear to god some days my yard looks like a demolition yard). Luckily we have a tractor, yes this is the same tractor I complained about when my hubs bought it. Not that I will ever admit the tractor is worth it. For those of you who have ever seen my yard - The Hubs great big ugly yellow box is GONE! only taken me 7 years to get rid of it. It is not an eyesore when you drive down to the house. Man we had a good bonfire happening yesterday - next weekend we are tackling his crap in front of the big shed - one of these days I will have a yard that actually looks like a yard.


Saturday 23 June 2012

Em's Turn

Better Man: all different with the same title. How the words they sing make us thing differently.









Friday 22 June 2012

Walk This Way - Sneak Peek


When Jambi gave me the title: Walk This Way and then the characters first names : Shawn & Cory, I had the basis of my story. Then Z wanted emo/goth with just a little bit of cross-dressing thrown in... so now I had some more to my basis... here is a sneak peek:- just remember this has not been beta read so it will be full of mistakes

Sneak Peek.

Dedication:

For Jambi, who gave me the inspiration, the title, and the character’s first names. Without you I wouldn’t have a book.

For Z for wanting a little bit of emo/goth.

And to the band Good Charlotte whose chorus in ‘Last Night’ gave me the idea for the opening scene. You guys totally rock.


Chapter One

Boomp-boomp-boomp-boomp, Shawn Masters slowly opened his eyes and realised the pounding noise he could hear was all in his head. Everything looked so fucking bright that he had to slam his eyes closed again. His mouth tasted like someone had dumped and ashtray in it, which was odd considering he didn’t even smoke. His body was one huge-arse ball of achiness. Once again he attempted to open his eyes and face the day to come. Lifting his had to wipe the sleep from his eyes he stopped and stared at the leather studded wrist band he was wearing. “What the fuck?”

Sitting up, he looked around and got a few even bigger shocks. One: he didn’t recognise a damn thing, so where the hell was he? Two: he was completely naked except of course for the studded wristband, and what he assumed was a studded collar of some kind and on his feet were the fucking scariest looking pair of stilettos he had ever seen. They were dangerous they could almost be classed as lethal weapons. What the hell were they doing on his feet? Where the hell had they come from?

Shawn moved enough so he could sit in the edge of the bed. Leaning down he unbuckled the monstrosities from his feet; lifting one up he studied the shoe: it was a platform stilettos with what appeared to be a wolf’s mouth with sharp vicious looking teeth and tongue, the things had so many studs on them he would have set of every metal detector within a hundred foot radius and for some odd reason there was two cherries on the top of each shoe which could have represented the eyes of the wolf. If he had to say what animal the shoe resembled the most, he would have to put it down to the hounds of hell.

As his gaze skimmed over the room trying to recall anything to tell him where exactly he was he stopped on something on the one small table in the room. Testing whether or not he could walk without wanting to throw up was not as easy as it sounded. As it was his stomach felt like someone had magically put an agitator out of a washing machine inside him; just so everything inside him got nice and stirred up.

“Fuck!” this would have to be the butt-ugliest room he had ever been in the walls looked like they were at once upon a time have been painted orange and now they just look yuck. The bedspread were hideous, they probably had been bought back in the sixties and had never been renewed. They hurt his eyes just looking at them.

Taking a deep breath he pushed himself to his feet and unsteadily walked across the room. Written on the chipped and cracked Formica surface in some sort of black makeup were five words: Thanks I’ll call you, C. the whole thing was outlined in a heart. “What the fuck? Who the hell is C?”

Making his way to the only door the room held besides the front door. Shawn found himself in the bathroom which was no bigger than a broom closet. As he stood in front of and relieved himself he saw his clothes neatly folded on the sink. Above it on the mirror were more words written in the same black: You were the best. And below it was a black lipstick kiss.

Frowning at his reflection in the mirror Shawn hissed as his jeans settled into place, man, he was tender back there. Had he fallen on his arse and done some damage, hopefully whatever he had hurt would heal quickly. Especially seeing as for his job most of his day was spent sitting.