Night Owl


Today my landlord came over to begin painting my kitchen so because of his work and some house work that needed to be done, tonight I am a night owl. I’ve decided to kick off a night of writing with a blog post. Oh by the way the winning photo is #1, and thank you to everyone who voted and for also helping make this decision.

Boy I feel like I’m going to need a little pick me up.

In Dreamer news the writing is going really well, I’m experimenting with kind of a sex scene and it’s kinda of interesting; I’ve never really jumped into that zone of writing before. Although I’m not sure if the scene will stick I’d like to see how everything wraps up in the first draft, and whether I feel that particular scene is right for the story. I’m not exactly sure what made me even want to write a sex scene in the story. I think at the time that it popped into my head I had been up most of Sunday night unable to sleep, so insomnia may have had a hand in this particular thought process.

However I do think that the aftermath of the actions revolving around this scene should prove to be interesting, and challenging all at the same time; both for the characters and for the writer. This scene definitely has me excited to see the end results; even though that’s still a ways off. Onward and upward!         

One of those days


I’m having one of those days where it seems like I hear nothing but bad news. Within the past 12 hours I’ve gone from really awful news to disappointing news.

Last night I sent a text to my best friend in Colorado saying that I was having a really shitty night. I later retracted that comment once I found out that Caitlyn was having a really rough go of it for the past few days. On Sunday morning she got into an accident which was caused by a drunk driver; who had spent all of Saturday night drinking, and then stupidly proceeded to get into the car and drive. The woman got into a head on collision with my friend, but thankfully Caitlyn’s injuries were minor. A broken arm and a broken leg; mixed with a night of observation in the hospital. I’m so thankful that she’s alright, but feel terrible about her broken bones so please Cait get well soon.

The second piece of news came from my sister this morning; who was letting me know about a different job in her company that she’d applied for and unfortunately didn’t get. I feel for her, we all thought that she’d get it. At least there will be better opportunities down the line, and for as smart and as good as she is at her job I know she’ll catch a break.

This may have been a bad news day but at least it wasn’t the worst and at least everyone I love and care about are safe. <3 Now to end this post on a good note. I finished those interview questions and now all that’s left is to find a proper photograph. Perhaps I should take a few glamour shots. ;)        

Two weeks


Well I received the interview questions last night, and have a two week deadline to answer those questions. I also have to find a suitable photograph of myself (this may actually take more time to find, than to answer these questions.)

So today’s to do list is…

1 Write a blog post (Check.)

2 Answer interview questions

3 Look the answers over, and then sleep on it

4 Commence drafting for chapter five of Dreamer

5 Study from writing textbook.

I want to get started but I’m currently feeling the urge to procrastinate, so I will do my best fight it. Oh wait a minute gotta answer a text…

 

 

 

Now what was I supposed to doing? Oh yeah not procrastinate.

Okay in all seriousness I should get to work; see you tomorrow. :)   

Where would we be without writers?


Writing is the oldest profession around and yet we’re mocked by some, either out of jealousy or ignorance. There is one thing that we take for granted on a daily basis and that is being fortunate enough to pick up a book and read. Reading is not only good exercise for you brain, but it also increases your IQ.

Among those two important aspects reading also opens up your imagination and allows us to dream. Dream up ways to help ourselves, to help others, to improve the world, and to improve life. Reading inspires you and challenges you to reach greater heights.

If we did not have this wonderful gift available where would we be as a society? Personally I think we’d all revert back to cavemen and women. So every time you pick up a book thank the writer because if it weren’t for writers we would have no way to increase our intelligence, to dream, to be inspired, and to create.         

Back to B&N


Well my internet seems to be on hiatus so I find myself back in a familiar place, my local Barnes & Noble. Ordinarily my internet services being down would annoy me but today it doesn’t seem to bother me. Of course I say that now but just wait for another few weeks to pass.

Any who last night I received some exciting news right before my internet crashed. Last night I was asked to do my second author interview. Needless to say that reading that email put a big smile on my face. I can’t wait :) it’s by one of my blog regulars, so this makes it extra special.

I’ll keep you posted on the interview’s release date, and I’ll probably talk about it nonstop as well. ;)

See ya later 

 

What sparked my interest in writing a character like Rebecca Reilly


Throughout my life, my childhood especially I was exposed to behaviors that you wouldn’t ordinarily see from parental figures. It’s common to see a parental figure to come home from work and have a glass of wine, or a couple beers. What I would see parental figures come home, hide away in the basement and partake in different substances. So seeing that behavior always captivated my interest.

From a very young age I wanted to understand why some use substance but have never grasped the reasoning behind it, and what interested me in a character like Rebecca is that she’s a seventeen year old girl who is mixed with different emotions on the substance abuse issues in her home. Most of the time she’ll act like she doesn’t want to understand, that she just wants to get out of there and go off to college; to try to create a normal life for herself. But under the surface there’s this battle in her mind where she really does want to understand her mother and step father, and where she doesn’t want to feel this anger and hatred towards them; for the decisions they’ve made and in the way that they act.

Rebecca doesn’t really get to have this normal teenage experience of fuck ups, young love, and rights of passage because of her home life problems. So she surpassed that age of discovery and has to be the person to keep it together; because no one else in her family has in the past or will now. She quite literally has to carry this enormous weight on her shoulders; because she’s expected by everyone in her town to be this huge screw up. She feels this drive to prove all of those people who have got their noses up in the air wrong, but it’s also a lot of pressure at that same time, and it’s in those moments of pressure that her vulnerable side is exposed and you see just how little she’s hanging on.

When you have all of that mixed in with somebody young and who is just trying to find her way you’re in for an interesting ride; while holding your breath wondering is she going to make it?