A fun night of talking self-pub eBooks
Thanks again to Colleen of the Writers' Community of Simcoe County and the folks at the Barrie Library for hosting the eBook panel on Nov 18th and for inviting me to speak. We had a great couple of hours and, aside from the slushy driving conditions, everything went wonderfully. Thanks also to my co-panelists, Heather Down of Wintertickle Press and Lisa Llamrei, author of Reflection of the Gods.
Everything has Potential
November 14, 2013
My family often laughs when I stop what we're doing and pull out my pad and pencil. It doesn't matter where we are—in the movie theatre, in the car, in a restaurant, or just hanging out in the living room watching TV—if I hear a one liner, a play on words, or just one word that makes me think of one of my characters or makes me laugh, I write it down. Quickly before it's lost.
Now, this recording of verbal gems is different from the times I see a scene unfolding and need to capture the nebulous ideas of plot and character before they evaporate from my jumbled mind. Or when I wake in the morning and the troubles I'd been having with my story seem to have worked themselves out miraculously as I slept and I'm filled with solutions at the crack of dawn.
No, the jotting down of real-life tidbits is more like recording inspiration. It's a launching point for another day—a prompt for later. These ideas spark my creativity, humour or a new direction which I might have overlooked. They get me going, and if they still make me laugh when I read them days, weeks or months later, I rework them to my own style and into my story they go.
God forbid anyone in the household recycle a scrap of paper, because inspiration could be scribbled anywhere: on envelopes, bank slips, grocery receipts, and occasionally I even get a few onto note pads. And as you can imagine, after years of this habit, the paper mountain is teetering.
The trick is—whether you're an aspiring writer or seasoned—keep your eyes and ears open as you move through your day. Last week, I was in Walmart with my daughter and a little girl walking towards us said something to her mom that made both of us crack up. She was obviously getting ready to have a party—her fourth birthday I'd guess by the size of her—and she said in such a grown up voice. "Oh mommy, I just want everything to be perrrrfect."
Whether it's a couple having a blow-out, down and dirty arguement in a Wendy's parking lot or a conversation between fans at the soccer field, if it smacks of real life, drama, wit or humour—I jot it down. Everything has potential.
Have you ever laughed out loud from someone else's conversation and thought, 'That's a good one'? Well, write it down for later. You never know where you'll find inspiration.
Bewitching Book Tour comes to an end.
Thanks go out to Roxanne Rhoads at Bewitching Book Tours for taking Book 1 of the Scourge Survivor Series and highlighting it at twenty fun and supportive sites. Thanks also go out to all those of you who visited the sites, commented and posted reviews. I am truly, sincerely thrilled with the response Blaze Ignites recieved. We had so much fun and I will definately be doing another tour.
Blaze Ignites available now!
"Destiny my ass." Jade Glaster refuses to believe the Fates rule her life. Orphaned after an attack by Scourge soldiers, a young Jade vowed never to be powerless again. Now, grown and strong, wielding the affinities of fire and healing, Jade protects innocents as an enforcer for her world's elite policing agency—The Talon.
When an emissary mission to reinstate a race of exiled Elves brings Galan into her life, Jade finds herself overwhelmed by new passions, some welcome, some not. Although Galan's antiquated views on women offend her to her heated core, when the Scourge kidnap his sister, she helps him navigate the outside worlds he knows nothing about—the magical Realm of the Fair and, stranger still . . . the modern streets of Toronto.
Through their sensually charged pursuit of Galan's sister, Jade discovers that when dealing with the Fates—destiny is never random.