Bueno!
I've been quite the busy bee and haven't had much time for writing. I've sent Fire and Ice off to be edited and that is it's usual grueling process, but alas my muse has decided to take a hiatus. I'm not that worried because we have some what of an open relationship. When we are together, it's magical, bursts of creativity and excitement. When we are apart, I miss the company, but find other things to occupy my time.
Currently, I've been thinking about my craft and my dedication to writing short stories. While visiting with a writer friend of mine that also writes short stories (if a bit more high brow than my sexy times) we started to lament the fact that people just don't understand what a short story is. There are often complaints that it's too short, or it was read in a short amount of time, or there needed to be more character development. I'll confess I've always found those complaints confusing because, those things are how I always defined a short story. I'm not in the habit of citing Wikipdedia when constructing a critique but their page on the short story was actually really good at encapsulating what I'd always thought and found confusing when others didn't see it my way when it came to the short story. Not that people have to agree with me all the time, but clearly...
Yet, critique is always a good thing and even when my view and others clashes I like to take the time to look at it from their perspective. So while my muse is off peddling it's wares with some other creator of prose I'm looking at why I've chosen the short story as a medium to showcase my talent, and focus on how I can make it that much better.
Janet
Monday, April 29, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
If you've got something nice to say...
Greetings Readers,
I don't think it's much of a surprise if I confess to being an avid reader. It is a passion I have sustained since I could actually decipher words in my Sesame Street books. Now what you may find odd is I often think of my reading choices as a deeply personal thing. I'm of the mindset that either I like the book or I don't. When I like a book I'll usually tell a friend, follow the author, and on occasion I've been known to become obsessed with said author. When I don't like a book I'll usually tell a friend, chastise the author whilst scowling at my Kindle, and on occasion I've been known to become obsessed with how that person got published.
When I first started my blog I had high hopes of reviewing books, and actually dedicated a few posts to said reviews. My interest in reviewing quickly waned because I'm very much an, "if I don't have something nice to say, I don't say anything at all" kind of gal when it comes to reviewing (have to put that caveat in because I can talk mad shit about folks at times). Therefore, when I started looking at my reviews I noticed they could be construed as favoritism. For me that didn't sit well, particularly as an author. I know that I talk at length at how inappropriate I can be, and if you have ever spent time with me in either cyber space or the real world you know it's true, but I'm also a very ethical person. I believe in transparency and fairness and at some point when I thought about doing reviews on my blog I (this is my personal choice and I am not throwing shade at those that do it) couldn't reconcile being an author that also reviews.
Now when one decides something, that's usually when the Universe comes along and goes, "Ah ha!". In my case it was my decision to join a reading challenge for a group I'm a member of on Goodreads. I'd never been keen on joining reading challenges because 1) in my personal Goodreads account I only ever communicate with my friends and have the account set to private 2) in my author Goodreads account I only ever use it to communicate with fans and don't have any books on my bookshelf. It was the proverbial what shall I do, that required a friend going, "Oi! You will do this!". Okay, she didn't really say that but there was a push to step out of my comfort zone and I did do it and I thoroughly enjoyed.
Yet, there was a catch. I had to do a rating for the two books I was given. Gah! Books that are in the same genre that I write in. Gah Squared! What to do? What to do indeed! Well I've added them to my very lonely bookshelf and will ponder what the ratings shall be and probably obsess a great deal more than necessary.
BUT first I'll at least include them in this blog with the caveat of, "I liked it." Actually I liked them quite a bit. I was able to relate to the heroines and the hero's were deliciously sexy. There were parts that irked me but over all I found the plots to be enjoyable and the sexy time nicely woven in. I finished each book with a smile and a contented sigh. Quite like the same response I get after being well fed. Which means I will tell a friend, follow the authors, and probably become quite obsessed with said authors. Also, it now seems I'll be rating them as well. Gah to the Third Power!
Janet
Bleacke's Geek
Lesli Richardson
When girl meets geek, the fur’s gonna fly.
Dewi Bleacke is a no-nonsense Prime Alpha wolf. As head Enforcer of the Targhee pack, she’s in charge of Florida. Her assignment is to kill a dirtbag who sold his daughter. She doesn’t expect to find her handsome, albeit geeky, soulmate in the process.
Dr. Heathcliff McKenzie Ethelbert lives a quiet, boring life. A professor at USF, he has no girlfriend, no car, and is a devout vegetarian. So when a mysterious woman with mocha eyes literally drags him out of his booth and then proceeds to have her way with him, it’s not his average night out. When she follows their sexy interlude by abducting him after killing a man, he suspects life has just taken a drastically odd turn.
Now Dewi, her partner Beck, and her surrogate father Badger, have to educate her new “grazer” mate on the ways of the Targhee wolves. “Ken” does his best to fit in. But an old killer lurks in the shadows--the wolf who murdered Dewi’s parents. Can she keep Ken safe, or will her mate prove to everyone that he’s a lot more than just Dewi Bleacke’s geek?
Vanilla on Top
C.J. Ellisson
Discover your inner bad girl, and set her free...
Heather Pierce is done being a wallflower, both personally and professionally. Desperate to live a different life for one night, she attends a speed dating event. Maybe here, anonymous unless she chooses otherwise, she can become someone new. When a man way out of her league sits across from her, Heather gathers her courage and takes charge of what she wants, secretly fearing he won't desire the real person she's desperate to hide.
Top acquisitions officer and international playboy Tony Carmine is about to close the biggest deal of his career. But then he meets Heather at a speed dating event...and discovers losing control may be exactly what he needs. Her blossoming sensuality occupies his every thought, consuming him with the need to possess the most intriguing lover he's ever encountered--until he walks into the boardroom and sees Heather on the other side of the negotiating table.
I don't think it's much of a surprise if I confess to being an avid reader. It is a passion I have sustained since I could actually decipher words in my Sesame Street books. Now what you may find odd is I often think of my reading choices as a deeply personal thing. I'm of the mindset that either I like the book or I don't. When I like a book I'll usually tell a friend, follow the author, and on occasion I've been known to become obsessed with said author. When I don't like a book I'll usually tell a friend, chastise the author whilst scowling at my Kindle, and on occasion I've been known to become obsessed with how that person got published.
When I first started my blog I had high hopes of reviewing books, and actually dedicated a few posts to said reviews. My interest in reviewing quickly waned because I'm very much an, "if I don't have something nice to say, I don't say anything at all" kind of gal when it comes to reviewing (have to put that caveat in because I can talk mad shit about folks at times). Therefore, when I started looking at my reviews I noticed they could be construed as favoritism. For me that didn't sit well, particularly as an author. I know that I talk at length at how inappropriate I can be, and if you have ever spent time with me in either cyber space or the real world you know it's true, but I'm also a very ethical person. I believe in transparency and fairness and at some point when I thought about doing reviews on my blog I (this is my personal choice and I am not throwing shade at those that do it) couldn't reconcile being an author that also reviews.
Now when one decides something, that's usually when the Universe comes along and goes, "Ah ha!". In my case it was my decision to join a reading challenge for a group I'm a member of on Goodreads. I'd never been keen on joining reading challenges because 1) in my personal Goodreads account I only ever communicate with my friends and have the account set to private 2) in my author Goodreads account I only ever use it to communicate with fans and don't have any books on my bookshelf. It was the proverbial what shall I do, that required a friend going, "Oi! You will do this!". Okay, she didn't really say that but there was a push to step out of my comfort zone and I did do it and I thoroughly enjoyed.
Yet, there was a catch. I had to do a rating for the two books I was given. Gah! Books that are in the same genre that I write in. Gah Squared! What to do? What to do indeed! Well I've added them to my very lonely bookshelf and will ponder what the ratings shall be and probably obsess a great deal more than necessary.
BUT first I'll at least include them in this blog with the caveat of, "I liked it." Actually I liked them quite a bit. I was able to relate to the heroines and the hero's were deliciously sexy. There were parts that irked me but over all I found the plots to be enjoyable and the sexy time nicely woven in. I finished each book with a smile and a contented sigh. Quite like the same response I get after being well fed. Which means I will tell a friend, follow the authors, and probably become quite obsessed with said authors. Also, it now seems I'll be rating them as well. Gah to the Third Power!
Janet
Bleacke's Geek
Lesli Richardson
When girl meets geek, the fur’s gonna fly.Dewi Bleacke is a no-nonsense Prime Alpha wolf. As head Enforcer of the Targhee pack, she’s in charge of Florida. Her assignment is to kill a dirtbag who sold his daughter. She doesn’t expect to find her handsome, albeit geeky, soulmate in the process.
Dr. Heathcliff McKenzie Ethelbert lives a quiet, boring life. A professor at USF, he has no girlfriend, no car, and is a devout vegetarian. So when a mysterious woman with mocha eyes literally drags him out of his booth and then proceeds to have her way with him, it’s not his average night out. When she follows their sexy interlude by abducting him after killing a man, he suspects life has just taken a drastically odd turn.
Now Dewi, her partner Beck, and her surrogate father Badger, have to educate her new “grazer” mate on the ways of the Targhee wolves. “Ken” does his best to fit in. But an old killer lurks in the shadows--the wolf who murdered Dewi’s parents. Can she keep Ken safe, or will her mate prove to everyone that he’s a lot more than just Dewi Bleacke’s geek?
Vanilla on Top
C.J. Ellisson
Discover your inner bad girl, and set her free...Heather Pierce is done being a wallflower, both personally and professionally. Desperate to live a different life for one night, she attends a speed dating event. Maybe here, anonymous unless she chooses otherwise, she can become someone new. When a man way out of her league sits across from her, Heather gathers her courage and takes charge of what she wants, secretly fearing he won't desire the real person she's desperate to hide.
Top acquisitions officer and international playboy Tony Carmine is about to close the biggest deal of his career. But then he meets Heather at a speed dating event...and discovers losing control may be exactly what he needs. Her blossoming sensuality occupies his every thought, consuming him with the need to possess the most intriguing lover he's ever encountered--until he walks into the boardroom and sees Heather on the other side of the negotiating table.
Monday, March 4, 2013
When authors make me love them more..
Ahoy!
Today has not been a splendid Monday, (which is pretty much an oxymoron) and I am not the happiest of campers (which is an interesting analogy as I am never happy while camping) and decided I needed to read a story that has a heroine with heavy artillery or a sword. Why you may ask, because reading is an escape that allows me to live vicariously through the character. When I'm in a smexy mood I want to read about incredibly sexy men lavishing ordinary women with sexual attention that acknowledges the goddess that exists in all women. When I'm particularly angsty I'll pick up some YA and read about a teenage girl that is weighted down my the oppressive constraints of a society that just "doesn't get her" and when I'm annoyed, pissed off at situations outside of my control, I want to read about a woman that picks up her high powered rifle, or big ass sword and yells, "bring it on" to the world.
So I set out on a quest because I knew one of the authors I adore is coming out with a new release and I desperately needed a kick ass chick in my life. But because this was a Monday that had decided to keep its greedy little claws firmly latched into my soft underbelly, my kick ass chick reading is delayed for another day. Shaking my fist in the air at the unfairness of release dates that do not adhere to my timetable I decided to go explore said authors site.
Now if you follow me on FB, Twitter or any of the other social networking sites where I proudly display my level of neurosis you've come to understand how obsessive I can be about things I like, and people are not excluded from this obsession. I'm not going to say I stalk, because that would be illegal and therefore stupid to admit to in such a public forum, but I will say I become heavily involved in researching my newest person of interest. Work has kept me busy and I'd scaled back on my fangirl behavior when it' come to Seanan McGuire's (this is the author I'm about to spend an embarrassing and lengthy amount of time gushing over) blog. She is also the author that's book is not adhering to my release timetable (shameful) and I had to appease my ire with catching up on her witty commentary.
Low and behold whilst going through past blogs I discover a post that has me contemplating naming my next pet after her (no children for me but this is the highest honor one can receive besides becoming my imaginary spouse, and I wouldn't want to freak her out if I just wife her without prior contact, therefore the naming of my furry children seems far less crazy...it makes sense in my head) and beaming with pride.
I'm going to link the post because it is far too lovely for me to summarize BUT I will say as a person that has half naked women (and men) on her covers because peeps are all about being naked between the pages, this was a brilliant analysis (and possibly minor rant) on societal perceptions of women's bodies and cover art.
Just brilliant and even if I didn't get my sword or high powered rifle I'm still left with an adrenaline buzz and the need to shout...pa...pa...pa...POW!
Janet
Today has not been a splendid Monday, (which is pretty much an oxymoron) and I am not the happiest of campers (which is an interesting analogy as I am never happy while camping) and decided I needed to read a story that has a heroine with heavy artillery or a sword. Why you may ask, because reading is an escape that allows me to live vicariously through the character. When I'm in a smexy mood I want to read about incredibly sexy men lavishing ordinary women with sexual attention that acknowledges the goddess that exists in all women. When I'm particularly angsty I'll pick up some YA and read about a teenage girl that is weighted down my the oppressive constraints of a society that just "doesn't get her" and when I'm annoyed, pissed off at situations outside of my control, I want to read about a woman that picks up her high powered rifle, or big ass sword and yells, "bring it on" to the world.
So I set out on a quest because I knew one of the authors I adore is coming out with a new release and I desperately needed a kick ass chick in my life. But because this was a Monday that had decided to keep its greedy little claws firmly latched into my soft underbelly, my kick ass chick reading is delayed for another day. Shaking my fist in the air at the unfairness of release dates that do not adhere to my timetable I decided to go explore said authors site.
Now if you follow me on FB, Twitter or any of the other social networking sites where I proudly display my level of neurosis you've come to understand how obsessive I can be about things I like, and people are not excluded from this obsession. I'm not going to say I stalk, because that would be illegal and therefore stupid to admit to in such a public forum, but I will say I become heavily involved in researching my newest person of interest. Work has kept me busy and I'd scaled back on my fangirl behavior when it' come to Seanan McGuire's (this is the author I'm about to spend an embarrassing and lengthy amount of time gushing over) blog. She is also the author that's book is not adhering to my release timetable (shameful) and I had to appease my ire with catching up on her witty commentary.
Low and behold whilst going through past blogs I discover a post that has me contemplating naming my next pet after her (no children for me but this is the highest honor one can receive besides becoming my imaginary spouse, and I wouldn't want to freak her out if I just wife her without prior contact, therefore the naming of my furry children seems far less crazy...it makes sense in my head) and beaming with pride.
I'm going to link the post because it is far too lovely for me to summarize BUT I will say as a person that has half naked women (and men) on her covers because peeps are all about being naked between the pages, this was a brilliant analysis (and possibly minor rant) on societal perceptions of women's bodies and cover art.
Just brilliant and even if I didn't get my sword or high powered rifle I'm still left with an adrenaline buzz and the need to shout...pa...pa...pa...POW!
Janet
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Time on my hands...
Hola Beautifuls,
I've finished expanding parts on my WIP Fire and Ice and am letting it sit awhile to see if I'm really ready to let it go to edits. Therefore, I have a little time on my hands and no inclination to do anything with it. Well except pen excerpts from stories I have no intention of completing. But at least I share.
Enjoy,
Janet
Untitled and unedited BUT copyrighted by Janet Eckford
His fingertips lazily trail along the curve of my arm, mapping the texture of my skin, and I resist the urge to giggle as the touch tickles ever so slightly. This is not the time for giggles of course and I remain still so those teasing fingertips of his can explore other contours of my frame.
"You are so soft."
His whispered words at the nap of my neck causes my skin to tingle with anticipation of the feel of his lips in the same location. I sigh softly and fit myself tighter in the spoon of our bodies pressed closely together. His hand seems to have become jealous of his wondering fingertips and splays itself across my bare hip, claiming more purchase of the skin it finds so intriguing.
"I love the feel of you."
He shifts as he whispers the words and I am struck with the thought of how I love the feel of him too, especially when he is fit snugly inside of me.
I've finished expanding parts on my WIP Fire and Ice and am letting it sit awhile to see if I'm really ready to let it go to edits. Therefore, I have a little time on my hands and no inclination to do anything with it. Well except pen excerpts from stories I have no intention of completing. But at least I share.
Enjoy,
Janet
Untitled and unedited BUT copyrighted by Janet Eckford
His fingertips lazily trail along the curve of my arm, mapping the texture of my skin, and I resist the urge to giggle as the touch tickles ever so slightly. This is not the time for giggles of course and I remain still so those teasing fingertips of his can explore other contours of my frame.
"You are so soft."
His whispered words at the nap of my neck causes my skin to tingle with anticipation of the feel of his lips in the same location. I sigh softly and fit myself tighter in the spoon of our bodies pressed closely together. His hand seems to have become jealous of his wondering fingertips and splays itself across my bare hip, claiming more purchase of the skin it finds so intriguing.
"I love the feel of you."
He shifts as he whispers the words and I am struck with the thought of how I love the feel of him too, especially when he is fit snugly inside of me.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
P.S I Love You
Greetings lovers of the world.
Valentines Day is here and if you follow me through any of the varied social media accounts I'm attached to you know I'm usually quite meh about the day. After all my birthday is the day before and I find it hard to get excited about a day that centers around love when still experiencing the afterglow of being adored and worshipped. BUT I eventually play along and acknowledge the hearts and Cupid's arrows flittering about and decide to throw my hat in the ring.
As I type this I'm standing in an airport about to embark on one of the many trips I take for work, watching the people around me chit chat, sleep, or any number of the things travelers do while waiting to leave on their trip. Frankly there isn't much love in the air and my muse has risen up to the challenge, whispering a little interlude between lovers. I present it to you all with good wishes and blessings for love and happiness.
Janet
Unedited and untitled Valentine's Day Story
When I open the front door I'm greeted by a plume of smoke and a harried cat fleeing the confines of the house. The sound of classic rock streams out closely after the smoke and my lips hitch up in a tiny smile. I have had a hard day, that is just an extension of a harder week but the burnt aroma of food seems to lift the cloak of exhaustion that has settled upon my shoulders.
Stepping over the threshold I see the living room has been tidied and the hardwood floors are shiny. Someone has been busy and my heart warms at the effort that was taken to accomplish this. We are a busy couple that is always picking up and going to some part of the country or world for work and today I didn't expect it to be any different. Cards with red hearts and sappy poems are usually exchanged with dinner and wine. If we are in the same place there may be lovemaking but more often than not one or both of us are content with a peck on the cheek and warmly spooned bodies snuggled under the covers. It seems there are prices to be paid for professional success but we are confident in the unit that we have created and solider on with what needs to be done
As I walk further into the little house that has become our pride and joy, see the large bouquet of wild flowers and the candle arrangement sitting in the middle of our dinning room table, I realize that I've missed these little niceties and wonder why we have started cutting corners.
My love rushes out of the kitchen and halts abruptly once he sees me.
"You're home early."
The accusatory tone of his voice cause me to chuckle. I step forward and am immediately folded in his arms. He smells of the burnt remains of whatever he was trying to cook in the kitchen and it is the sexiest he has ever smelled to me.
"I had it all planned out," he sighs softly.
Rubbing the tip of my nose under his chin, I smile at how sweetly foolish this man is.
"It's perfect," I whisper before I kiss the underside of his jaw.
"That's because you love me," he chuckles.
"No, it's because you love me," I pull back and look into his eyes.
It seems tonight there will be more than a peck on the cheek and warmly spooned bodies.
Valentines Day is here and if you follow me through any of the varied social media accounts I'm attached to you know I'm usually quite meh about the day. After all my birthday is the day before and I find it hard to get excited about a day that centers around love when still experiencing the afterglow of being adored and worshipped. BUT I eventually play along and acknowledge the hearts and Cupid's arrows flittering about and decide to throw my hat in the ring.
As I type this I'm standing in an airport about to embark on one of the many trips I take for work, watching the people around me chit chat, sleep, or any number of the things travelers do while waiting to leave on their trip. Frankly there isn't much love in the air and my muse has risen up to the challenge, whispering a little interlude between lovers. I present it to you all with good wishes and blessings for love and happiness.
Janet
Unedited and untitled Valentine's Day Story
When I open the front door I'm greeted by a plume of smoke and a harried cat fleeing the confines of the house. The sound of classic rock streams out closely after the smoke and my lips hitch up in a tiny smile. I have had a hard day, that is just an extension of a harder week but the burnt aroma of food seems to lift the cloak of exhaustion that has settled upon my shoulders.
Stepping over the threshold I see the living room has been tidied and the hardwood floors are shiny. Someone has been busy and my heart warms at the effort that was taken to accomplish this. We are a busy couple that is always picking up and going to some part of the country or world for work and today I didn't expect it to be any different. Cards with red hearts and sappy poems are usually exchanged with dinner and wine. If we are in the same place there may be lovemaking but more often than not one or both of us are content with a peck on the cheek and warmly spooned bodies snuggled under the covers. It seems there are prices to be paid for professional success but we are confident in the unit that we have created and solider on with what needs to be done
As I walk further into the little house that has become our pride and joy, see the large bouquet of wild flowers and the candle arrangement sitting in the middle of our dinning room table, I realize that I've missed these little niceties and wonder why we have started cutting corners.
My love rushes out of the kitchen and halts abruptly once he sees me.
"You're home early."
The accusatory tone of his voice cause me to chuckle. I step forward and am immediately folded in his arms. He smells of the burnt remains of whatever he was trying to cook in the kitchen and it is the sexiest he has ever smelled to me.
"I had it all planned out," he sighs softly.
Rubbing the tip of my nose under his chin, I smile at how sweetly foolish this man is.
"It's perfect," I whisper before I kiss the underside of his jaw.
"That's because you love me," he chuckles.
"No, it's because you love me," I pull back and look into his eyes.
It seems tonight there will be more than a peck on the cheek and warmly spooned bodies.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Who's Hungry?
Hello Lovelies,
I've been a busy bee with the day job and feel as if I've had to neglect my alter ego and all the zany things I get into while being Janet Eckford. BUT because I'm a bit of an over achiever I still found time to write a very short short for Ms. Shara Azod and I know y'all (I've been spending time in the south) will enjoy it.
Check it out!
Janet
Sometimes the typical Happily Ever After isn't what you're looking for. Sometimes you want it quick. You want it erotic. You want it dirty. Sometimes you. Want. It. Now. Sometimes, you want something to make you sWet.
Hungry. Mia's so hungry. Every moment that passes is a silent but deadly battle to leash her darker side, to resist the urge to return to her old life where all that mattered was the hunt; where she reveled in being the very definition of a predator. She's managed to succeed in locking her primal needs away. That is, until Galen finds her again. Now not only is her need to hunt being tested but so is her need to be caught...by him...
I've been a busy bee with the day job and feel as if I've had to neglect my alter ego and all the zany things I get into while being Janet Eckford. BUT because I'm a bit of an over achiever I still found time to write a very short short for Ms. Shara Azod and I know y'all (I've been spending time in the south) will enjoy it.
Check it out!
Janet
Sometimes the typical Happily Ever After isn't what you're looking for. Sometimes you want it quick. You want it erotic. You want it dirty. Sometimes you. Want. It. Now. Sometimes, you want something to make you sWet.
Hungry. Mia's so hungry. Every moment that passes is a silent but deadly battle to leash her darker side, to resist the urge to return to her old life where all that mattered was the hunt; where she reveled in being the very definition of a predator. She's managed to succeed in locking her primal needs away. That is, until Galen finds her again. Now not only is her need to hunt being tested but so is her need to be caught...by him...
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
The road to rewrites is paved with good intentions.
Hello Dear Readers,
In my exuberance to release a book that was darker and longer than most of my other stuff I realized I'd jumped the gun. After almost three years of writing and rewriting and placing the story on hold I realized in the edits that it still wasn't where I need it to be. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't going to drag out forever but I looked at it and thought, this could be better. It's a bit disappointing for me because I'm all about immediate gratification and once I'd written The End I wanted it to be the end. No more laboring about word choices, no more pondering if that scene or that scene was good. When I'm done I'm done and eagerly await my next literary adventure.
But it seems one of the things I will continue to develop this year is patience, particularly when it comes to my writing. I have all these great stories that ramble around in my head but when I go to sit down and write them my ADD tendencies kick in and I go for the easy fix and cut them down to the least amount of words I need to get to The End. It's not really fair to my creative process to continue doing this and as I've looked at what I want to accomplish in 2013, I've decided I'm going to have to stop approaching my writing process like a first grader hyped up on Pixy Stix. Therefore, patience is a virtue I plan to cajole and woo until she decides in fact we can be hommies. Probably not besties but folks that can get together for a glass of wine and pleasant conversation.
I've included the picture of the cover as well in this blog because if I find it difficult to hold myself accountable during this process, I'm sure having this blog and subsequent picture staring me in the face screaming, "Oi! Get this finished!", will definitely do the trick.
Janet
In my exuberance to release a book that was darker and longer than most of my other stuff I realized I'd jumped the gun. After almost three years of writing and rewriting and placing the story on hold I realized in the edits that it still wasn't where I need it to be. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't going to drag out forever but I looked at it and thought, this could be better. It's a bit disappointing for me because I'm all about immediate gratification and once I'd written The End I wanted it to be the end. No more laboring about word choices, no more pondering if that scene or that scene was good. When I'm done I'm done and eagerly await my next literary adventure.
But it seems one of the things I will continue to develop this year is patience, particularly when it comes to my writing. I have all these great stories that ramble around in my head but when I go to sit down and write them my ADD tendencies kick in and I go for the easy fix and cut them down to the least amount of words I need to get to The End. It's not really fair to my creative process to continue doing this and as I've looked at what I want to accomplish in 2013, I've decided I'm going to have to stop approaching my writing process like a first grader hyped up on Pixy Stix. Therefore, patience is a virtue I plan to cajole and woo until she decides in fact we can be hommies. Probably not besties but folks that can get together for a glass of wine and pleasant conversation.
I've included the picture of the cover as well in this blog because if I find it difficult to hold myself accountable during this process, I'm sure having this blog and subsequent picture staring me in the face screaming, "Oi! Get this finished!", will definitely do the trick.
Janet
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