Thanks Giving

Whew! What a month!

I survived NaNoWriMo and am proud to announce that I knocked out 50k words in 29 days, even with family visiting for a week during the Thanksgiving holiday.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, I would be remiss if I didn’t give thanks to the many people who helped speed me through the month-long challenge. Most of you were enthusiastic cheerleaders and partners in crime. Some of you were unwitting accomplices who may recognize your contribution in the final product.

Of particular note are:

  • The wonderful staff and volunteers at NaNoWriMo who manage to pull off this event annually. It’s no small task! I’m especially grateful for the opportunity to connect with other writers around the globe to attempt the impossible – which magically becomes possible. Please take a moment to check them out and possibly support their ongoing efforts.
  • My fellow RWA – Passionate Ink Chapter members who helped keep the momentum going with word sprints, friendly competition and unending encouragement. You can learn more about the Passionate Ink Chapter of the Romance Writers of America here. If you are a writer or aspiring writer, please join us.
  • Andrew A., Lizzie W., and Stacey G., for your unfailing moral support, input, feedback and for being my go-to sounding boards. Oh! And, I mustn’t forget Adam W. for providing soundtracks, laughs and a sympathetic ear.
  • You who have shared a path for a spell, crossed my path for a moment or just plain crossed me. By being your glorious self, you’ve ensured that something heartwarmingly marvelous or unspeakably terrible will befall a character that reminds you of…someone you know. <Insert evil laugh here>
  • Readers and followers. Thank you for reminding me that there is an audience for the stories that I tell. You motivate me to keep writing even when my muse takes a ridiculously long coffee break.

Truly, I couldn’t have done it without you.  

Beyond NaNoWriMo, since many have asked, the answer is, “Yes. While I do write fiction, it is often *inspired by the people, places and events that are familiar to me.”

*Pursuant to the insistence of my lawyer, I direct you to the word “inspired” and its definition. I further point out that any resemblance to events, locales, or persons – living or dead, especially the dead (trust me, no one wants to piss off the dead) – are either products of my imagination, used fictitiously or are coincidental. 

So, If you recognize a location or a similar experience in any of my stories, it may be loosely based in reality. Likewise, if you think you’ve spotted something of yourself in any of the characters that make their way onto the page, consider it a compliment.  If you are certain that it is uniquely you, that means you are very vain or, at the very least, memorable and may have taught me a life lesson or ten. Most likely, there was something about you that I fell in love with – the glint in your eye, the flicker of your impish grin, the color of your hair, a tiny endearing gesture or even a wicked turn of phrase.

You probably tickled me in some way and made me laugh or smile. You might have filled me with hope or left me in awe. You possibly scared the daylights out of me. What’s wrong with you? Don’t do that! You could have even broken my heart and left me a tear stained mess. Again, what’s wrong with you?

In any case, if you did any or all of those, know that I remember you. Of course, I remember. I remember in exquisite detail.  Usually, the experience filled me with unexpected joy. On the rare occasion when I was not fully appreciative in the moment or even at this moment, I’m confident that in the greater scheme of things, I will be grateful for the experience in the very near future. Or down the road a bit. Or a long, long time from now. Or maybe in the next life.

Conversely, it’s possible – even probable – that I dredged up all of the bits and pieces from the depths of my depraved imagination. Who knows?

I do.

You probably do, too.

The Call – NaNoWriMo 2017

This year’s Novel is The Call. It’s based on a flash fiction I wrote by the same name. I’m reworking this quick and dirty little tale to explore what happens when a wrong number may not be a wrong number, after all.
Following is the synopsis that can be found on my NaNoWriMo participant page:

Hot, steamy phone sex wasn’t what she expected that night when she answered her phone.  That smooth, deep, commanding voice sent delicious tingles zipping over her flesh and his words were like a warm, wet tongue tracing the curve of her ear. By the familiar way he spoke to her, it was clear that he thought she was someone else.
Normally, she’d tell him that he had the wrong number, immediately. Normally, she’d hang up on anyone saying the filthy things he said. Normally, she wouldn’t get so excited by the sound of a man’s voice. But, there was nothing normal about this call.
Eventually, she did try to tell him that she wasn’t who he thought she was. But he just kept talking and her toes just kept curling. And, really, what was the harm? It was just a little anonymous, naughty fun with a stranger who accidentally dialed her number.
Or, was it?

NaNoWriMo 2017

NaNoWriMo: A time to once again exorcise my demons through writing. Or, should I spell it exercise? I like to give my demons a good workout.

(140 demonic little characters)

Note:
In a little over two weeks, I’ll be diving back into some focused writing as I tackle the challenge of producing a first draft of a 50k word novel. I’m still debating which of the twisted ideas floating around in my head will take center stage. I’ll let you know when I figure that out. Even if you aren’t a writer, you can “invest in the transformative power of creativity” by donating. Learn more here: Why Donate.