Welcome back to Romance Writers’ Weekly Blog Hop. This week, we’re looking at Great Beginnings – A great opening line draws the reader in, makes them want to know more and compels them to read further.
My philosophy is pretty simple – any day nobody’s trying to kill me to kill me is a good day in my book. – Darkfever, Karen Marie Moning
This is the first line of the fever series. The series sucked me in and wouldn’t let me go and the irony of the line is that the character you are introduced had never been exposed to mayhem and murder until later in the book. She starts out as a Southern belle shopaholic bartender who’s lives with her parents and doesn’t swear. I love irony.
The first lines of my novel “Untrue Colors” have irony as well, but I can’t give away the story as to why!
Alex grieved as she looked toward the Louvre for possibly the last time. She had no choice but to leave Paris and the sublime treasures forming its artistic soul. Overhearing Luc’s plan to celebrate their four-month anniversary by murdering her set off her own plan of running as far away from him as possible.
“Untrue Colors” is arriving into the world on March 9th. I can’t wait to share it.
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The incredibly talented and prolific Collette Cameron would like to know – What quirky habits (superstitions, must haves, etc.) do you have while writing?
Writing is hard. It’s dedication. It’s time away from family, friends, and activities like hiking and baking. And yet, everyday, I sit myself in my chair and begin again.
There are several ways I’ve made writing easier. I always have coffee with me to keep me awake, and if I’m being whiny, I pour it in a mug decorated with one of my own covers. “See,” I tell myself. “I did write a book and it did sell on the open market.” This isn’t always enough, so then I bring out the heavy hitters. The authors who are so damn inspiring that I tend to hang back when we’re all in the same room, so I can observe the awesomeness without actually annoying anyone. I’ve even been know to stop after an hour or two of writing and curl up on my couch to read. Time wasted? No.
Goals and deadlines, however, motivate me better than anything else. I set a goal for myself and I will climb small mountains to achieve it. My brain has not figured out that my self-imposed deadlines are fictional. Therefore, I have been know to pull an all-nighter to finish a book that isn’t due to anyone but me. It certainly keeps me moving and has made the process easier.
I need the kick in the ass, because I never set out to write a book. I set out to be a writer.
My life is fairly boring and predictable, but Xio Axelrod has decided that the world wants to know what we romance writers do day after day. If I had Xio’s amazing life both as a writer and a singer, I’d write about it too!
If you’ve come from Andrea Mansue’s day in the life, welcome. If not, go check her out.
A Day in The Life of Me
The alarm wakes me again. I hit it. It goes off five minutes later. I hit it again. It goes off again. I want to throw it against the wall, but it’s also my phone and I need that.
Damn, it’s 6:30 and I’m a half hour late waking frick and frack for school. They have alarm clocks, but although they’re able to hack into my computer and change all the keys around to screw with my typing, they can’t figure out how to set up their clocks.
I try sweet-talking them out of bed, then I yell, then I pour a glass of cold water over their heads. It’s loud, but effective.
We’re late, so breakfast is eaten on the fly and I nuke a cup of coffee made yesterday to carry me the hour round trip from home to their school.
Home. Alone. Finally. I need company, so I check up with my friends on Facebook and annoy them until they stop responding to me. Only then can I start writing. I write a paragraph, laugh at my own joke, and then check to see if someone said something funny on Facebook. Coffee break. A full carafe is made to keep me energized. I check Facebook as I wait for it to brew.
I write another paragraph and realize I’m hosting a Facebook party in a half hour. I hate those, so I spend the next twenty minutes freaking out and convincing myself that I won’t be the only one commenting on my posts. The party flies by with my stomach in knots. I hang on Facebook a few more minutes in case someone wanted to win my book. No one does, so I go back to writing the next book.
I’m starving. I need food. I drink a nutritional shake. It has everything I need and tastes like chocolate. I jump on Facebook and mention that to my fitness group. Then I’m starving again. Liquid diets don’t work for me, so I raid the pantry and end up with a large bowl of chips and salsa. And more coffee.
I often head outside about noon. I’m training for a sprint triathlon, but more important I try to keep myself in shape so I can return to working in a search and rescue unit. I had to take a few years off because of my kids, but as they grow up, I’m closer to having the time to return.
I return, shower, drink coffee, and remember to add a load of laundry to the washer. I write more and then fall asleep for twenty minutes. More coffee and a visit on Facebook will wake me up. I reread yesterdays work and do some rewrites and finally get into the flow of things.
The kids call. I’m late to pick them up. Can’t they see this is the most crucial part of the scene? Nope. They have no clue what I do except stare at a computer screen. Doesn’t matter, I’m not breaking in the middle. They need to wait in the library. Finish their homework. I’ll be there. Soon.
Dinner is pizza to go, mac and cheese, or leftovers from the weekend. And coffee. I review a publishing contract I promised a friend I’d look at while I poke at the kids books, trying to shove knowledge into them.
At nine o’clock, I’m brain dead, the kids are brain dead, and my husband arrives home from work. Last thing I do before shutting the kids’ bedroom doors is to tell them to set their alarm clocks. They assure me they will.
Are you tied to Facebook or Twitter? I try to keep it reasonable, but technology leaves it with me all day, everywhere.
Head over to J.J, Devine’s blog and find out what she does during the day. Don’t believe any of it. I think she’s a double agent for Belgium and actually travels the world stopping terrorists by day.
My novella “Snowed” was released today as part of the “Snowy Days, Steam Nights” anthology. I hope you enjoy it!
Lorena Rubio’s life is turned upside down when she’s kidnapped by Andrés “Con” Conesa, right hand man for the drug lord who murdered her sister. Con, who is deep undercover for the FBI, must keep her at a cabin in the snowy Sierra Nevada Mountains until the rumor that she’s provided specifics about his drug cartel to the police is confirmed or denied. Their attraction ignites in the middle of this frozen hideaway, but Lorena is unwilling to offer her heart to a criminal. When the cartel boss arrives and wants Lorena put on ice for snitching, Con must decide whether or not to blow his cover for the woman he craves beyond reason.