Friday, December 30, 2011

My Favorite Books of 2011

I'd like to say there's a specific order to this list, but who am I kidding. I've read so many books this year that its really very difficult to sort them out and match them to numbers. With that said, here is my list of the all time best reads of this year:

Oh and these are just books that I READ in 2011, not ones that were necessarily released this year.

The Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater

Anna Dressed In Blood, by Kendare Blake

Forever, by Maggie Stiefvater

The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, by Seth Grahame-Smith

Water For Elephants, by Sara Gruen

I Am Number Four, by Pittacus Lore


If I Stay, by Gayle Foreman

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Quote of the Day!

"The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with."

~William Faulkner

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Oh, distraction... We're old friends, you and I...

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, full of hot chocolate, crackling fires, and shredded snowman wrapping paper. :-) I know I did!

I'm shamefully behind on every little thing that makes me feel productive (ie writing, reading, cleaning, etc) and I had a plan to get back on track. I knew what I was going to accomplish, I had my priorities set (namely to finish reading chapters for the wonderful Jenny Kaczoroski.) It was all going to work out a certain way...

Then... The Scorpio Races happened...

I blame my husband. If he hadn't picked it up for me for Christmas maybe I would have gotten something done! But no. I sat down and read all of it, pausing only for food, and bathroom breaks. I effectively lost a full 24 hours to Puck and Sean.

By the way, its an amazing book. If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you use some of your Christmas money, or allowance, or next paycheck, whatever you need to and go pick yourself up a copy. Maggie Stiefvater is a genius. Pure and simple. I laughed, I cried, I wished water horses were real things, even with their razor sharp teeth and bad habit of drowning people in the ocean. Regardless, It was awesome.

In other news, my short attention span has forced me to move onto yet another WIP. Upside, by the time I loop around and finish all of them, I'll have about seven finished manuscripts. Downside, I'm still no closer to actually finishing anything right now.


So what about you? Did you get any AWESOME reads for Christmas? Are you a fan of The Scorpio Races?

Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Tuesday Randomness...

I get these songs stuck in my head and I swear they'd stay forever if I had enough room in there, (unfortunately 3 WIP's at the same time limits their space.)

So I'll share with you instead, and maybe at least this one can find a new brain to get stuck in. ;-)



Monday, December 12, 2011

When Life Gets in the Way...

I've been thinking lately about intentions, and how they almost never mirror real life. This month I intended to make up for the shame that was my 20,000 words in NaNo, finish unpacking, get all my Christmas shopping done, and settle into a calm little holiday routine.

Instead, December seems even more shameful as far as word counts than November, I'm still not completely finished shopping, and although I'm finished unpacking, it turns out were most likely going to move on base as soon as a house opens up, which means I'll have to start all over! Ugh! Will anything work out?

Yes! It will! Because amongst the chaos, and the new city and new friends, we will also be welcoming a new baby into the world this summer.

No matter how great your goals or intentions are, there will always be something wonderful waiting around the corner when things start to seem out of hand. Whether it's concerning your writing, your family, or life in general, you always have to be on the lookout for the unexpected-and AMAZING- things coming your way.

Happy Holidays everyone, and in case life gets in the way again and I'm missing from the blogging world, Happy New Year too!!


Monday, November 14, 2011

Sunday, November 13, 2011


Hello everyone!

I've been completely MIA for the last few weeks, but with good reason. Our little family packed up and moved to Montana, and there was a 6 month wait for on base housing so we had to scramble to find an apartment for the time being. I am happy to say though, that we are now settled in our new place, and I'm even chugging away at NaNo.

Although, I am shamefully behind. This time last year I had already reached 50,000 words, and now I've barely crossed 13,000. But I will finish! It's on my Bucket List.

I think its number 17: Complete NaNoWriMo 11 years in a row.

I won last year, so I'd better keep the momentum going!

I decided to restart The Blood Train for NaNo. I know that's sort of cheating, but I started it over from the very beginning in a brand new document, so that's got to count for something.

I'll probably end up cutting out most of what I write, but there's always that brilliant line, or twist you never expected that makes the whole process so, so worth it.

So, are you doing NaNo? What are you writing about? How are you doing?

Do you even know what the heck I'm talking about?

Have a great day, and happy writing everyone!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Positivity in Publishing

Some of my absolute favorite attributes in a person are positivity and integrity. I love that while there are so many shifty people out there, there's still some committed to doing the right thing and treating people with the respect they deserve. People who don't look at the world with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

I was thinking recently about publishing and how easy it is for new writers to blame big publishing houses or agents for lack of interest in their books, or going off because they're responsible for their own marketing, building platforms, etc.

I think it's important to have a certain amount of responsibility when it comes to getting the word out about your novel. It's YOUR novel, so if its not important enough for you to work on it, why should anyone else?

What I love to see is people approaching publishing with the same integrity and good attitude you see in everyday life. I get inspired by people talking about everything they went through to get published. I respect those people who go into the industry knowing what's involved and they charge in anyway, and I REALLY respect those who are shot down and persevere instead of jumping on the internet and screaming at the world.

Getting published isn't a right. Just because you write a book, doesn't mean that someone somewhere absolutely has to read it. The only thing you can do is work your hardest to come up with something you're ridiculously proud of and see what happens.

At the end of the day if you're not doing this for yourself, then you're doing it for the wrong reasons. And every single day I read a blog, or see an interview from someone who made it through the maze of publishing and out the other side.

I think sometimes its easy to get caught up in the fantasy of it all, and the what-ifs (What if this is a best seller? What if I get to go on Ellen? What if they make it into a movie?) Then they feel stomped on when things don't turn out exactly as they plan. But getting published is hard. Writing the freaking book in the first place is hard! And it makes me sad to know there are people all over getting their hearts crushed by rejection e-mails.

So stay positive. With every ugly response, send out an even brighter query. With every form rejection, take a breath and keep going. Positivity is the only way you'll get through this. Just smile and click send a few hundred more times. And NEVER, ever give up.

Because eventually you'll get there. It may take a year, it may take ten years, but at some point you're going to get that call/e-mail whatever, and it'll all be worth it.


(Oh and don't forget to comment on my 100th blog post for your chance to win a copy of:

Contest closes in two days (October 20th)

Thursday, October 13, 2011

MonsterFest, and my 100th blog post!

Yay! This is officially my 100th blog post!

It is also my 2nd MonsterFest post, (should have been my third, but my husband just got back from his Air Force duties and things have been a little crazy around here.)

So, since the post I missed was supposed to be about Vampires, and this one about Werewolves, I think I'll combine the two in a ... are you ready for it?

Vampire VS. Werewolf fight to the death!

Sounds ominous right?

Because it is!

Creature of the Moon VS the Creature of the Night!

Let's meet the contenders:

Immortal, super strong, blood sucking, badass.

Violent, powerful, often sexy, piece of scare-your-ass-off (see my last post)

Pay your admission, and take your seats. The show is about to begin.

The arena is packed.
Thousands of seats surround the battle area below.
A dome shaped cage towers over the bloodstained floor. The metal pattern- a mix of stainless steel, silver, and tungsten carbide for your protection- loops together to create a barrier between the fight and the innocent bystanders. Two trap doors stand out on either side of the floor to let the contestants in.

People are restless. A large man in the seat behind you hoots and hollers so loud your ears are ringing. The crowd is thirsty for blood.

Above the cage a massive television shows the stats of each fighter. Cliche pictures of each beast play in loops from various movies and TV shows. People laugh when they show the sparkly vampire.

No one will sparkle tonight- unless you count the sheen of blood under the harsh fluorescents.

The announcer comes over the speakers, sounding both ominous and proud of himself as he announces the start of the seventy fifth Paranormal Battle. He welcomes us all and the crowd goes wild.

They know what's next.

Without any warning at all the trap doors fly open and the Vampire contestant appears out of thin air on the floor behind it. He's tall and broad shouldered. The harsh lighting makes his skin look even paler- whiter than white, and a stark contrast to his bright red hair. He turns, almost casually and snarls at the crowd, flashing his fangs.

The people in the front row jump, but continue to cheer. The Vampire throws himself at the cage and a brilliant blue spark runs through the entire dome, finding a home in his hands. The force of the electrocution throws him backwards but that's not what seems to have harmed him.

His hands are bloody and foaming from the contact with the silver.

Then, very slowly, a hunched figure climbs out of the trap door on the other side. At first all you see is a head, and then shoulders, but they're covered in hair as black as night. The creature unfolds itself and lets out a roar so loud it rattles your teeth.

For a moment everyone is silent, and then they cheer even louder.

The announcer wishes us a good evening, and then in a low, smooth voice "May the best animal win."

A bell goes off, and without hesitation the two creatures throw themselves through the air. They collide and the sound is what you'd expect a wrecking ball to make when it smashes through a building.

The first spray of fresh blood splatters the floor....

What do you think happens next? Say you bet on the fight. Who'd you put your money on, and why?

Also, in honor of my 100 posts I'll be giving away a copy of

My Name Is Memory!

Just comment below and I'll select a random winner one week from today. (That's October 20th.)

Toodles my blogger friends. :-)

** Extra entries if you blog about the giveaway. :-)

Monday, October 3, 2011

A Werewolf Attack

Good evening blogger friends! This is my first post for MonsterFest 2011, and I have devoted it to the various (possible) methods of defending yourself from a Werewolf attack!
(Of course, it'll help if you're hugely muscled and totally kick ass like say Hugh Jackman, or that guy that plays Eric on True Blood **sigh**)

But for us normal folk, let me spin you a little story...

You're walking home. Its a few weeks until Halloween and it's just barely cold enough to see your breath puff out in front of you as you cut through the closed up housing project at the edge of town. You pass the houses that actually got finished before the development ran out of money. Slowly the other houses get a little less, and less done until there's nothing but concrete slabs on the ground. The exposed wood has gone moldy, and the tarps used to cover some of the open areas have long since blown off. You walk into the last section, still mostly treed, and look for the bike path that leads to your street.

The moon is shining up above, and there's a little layer of fog on the ground. You just spot the bike path when you hear something snap behind you. You whirl, but there's nothing there. You can't see anything beyond the edge of the road. You stand absolutely still...

You shake your head and roll your eyes. You're being ridiculous. All those pre-Halloween marathons are getting to your head. You start walking again.

Another branch snaps, this time in front of you. Your heart begins to race, and you walk a little faster. You hear something growl, and you stick your hand into your purse to dig out your pepper spray. By the time you hear heavy, crunching steps you're flat out running down the path.

There's a light up ahead. About three hundred feet in front of you the bike path connects with your street. There's a streetlight right there at the end. If you can only make it into the light...

Something appears in the road ahead of you. One second your way was clear, and then the next completely obstructed. The figure is tall and hunched. It's back is heaving with its breath. You think it might be an injured person at first, but then it swings its massive head in your direction and flashes rows of razor sharp teeth at you. It's breath blows out in massive white puffs.

What to do?

1. Don't climb a tree. Werewolves are excellent climbers.

2. Don't scream. I mean, of course you're going to scream, but you shouldn't. They like it when you scream.

3. Running is a good idea... if you're superhuman and can somehow outrun a beast going upwards of 30 mph.

4. Your pepper spray should be totally helpful, of course by the time the thing is close enough for you to spray it (provided you don't get yourself, seeing as how you're shooting it off in the dark while you're screaming your head off) it's probably got it's super sharp claws in your gut. But hey, you got the last laugh right? I mean, it's going to be real angry that it's eyes are all stingy, and you're going to just chuckle... oh wait, you're dead.

5. You could hide in the woods! If you smelled like moss and were small enough to to be completely out of its crazy-night-werewolf-vision.

6. Playing dead is a great prelude to actually being dead.

Sounding a little hopeless? That's because we're talking about a WEREWOLF and unless you have a heavy duty pickup truck, silver tipped acrylic nails, or the brawn of Dwayne Johnson chances are, you're not making it to that streetlight.


1. Carry wolfs bane in your purse, since apparently you can't stay away from creepy abandoned places around the full moon.

2. Make the under-wire of your bra out of silver filament. That ought to be a surprise.

3. Keep an old school thermometer on hand. Mercury is the key. When the thing pins you on the ground and opens its gross wolfy mouth (complete with the ever present glob of drool) shove that sucker in there and break it. Then while its mouth is dissolving run off and get that truck I mentioned earlier. Back over it a few times, just to be sure.

4. Walk everywhere with Dwayne Johnson. Duh.

5. Get yourself with the pepper spray on purpose. The thing will probably take one look at you, say, "Nah, too easy" and run off to find someone less pathetic.

6. Don't be an idiot and walk around in the dark alone. (Besides werewolves, there are your average everyday criminals, and while they're not really that tough to hurt, neither are you.)

Oh, and this may be helpful. An old Belgian myth says that no house is safe from a Werewolf unless its built in the shadow of a Mountain Ash. (Disclaimer** Mountain Ash is mostly native to Europe, eastern Canada and the Northeast US.)

So maybe you could somehow find a Mountain Ash, while your scared, and its pitch black, and foggy, and stand under it...??

I don't know. Bottom line, you see a Werewolf in real life, chances are you're more likely to crap your pants than actually get out of there alive.

My suggestion? Invest in some silver jewelry.


(Ok, one little aside- I'm not a crazy person who thinks werewolves are real. Just thought I should put that out there. If you believe in them, sorry I called you a crazy person...)

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Quote of the Day!

"He who has nothing to die for has nothing to live for."

-Moroccan Proverb

How did this happen?

I woke up this morning and my cute little baby was somehow three years old! They say time flies, and all of a sudden your little kids are grown, and man they weren't kidding. It feels like we brought him home from the hospital a few months ago.

So a BIG Happy Birthday to you, my little boy! I hope you enjoy your birthday pancakes!

Thursday, September 29, 2011


Well, I was bored again today, so I sat online and
made a cover for The Blood Train.

I think it portrays just the right amount of creep-factor, what do you think?

I'm powering through it too. I've written close to 10,000 words the last two days (including a huge section I deleted and restarted.)

I love that my writing is fun again. No way would I call this work.


Monday, September 26, 2011

Quote of the Day!

I'm tumbling headfirst into the new WIP. Apparently Wolfy Love story is shelved for the time being, but hey, it wouldn't be the first time.

I've updated the WIP playlist tab at the top, as well as the writing collage, check it out if you want, if not that's cool too.


I'm in a creepy mood thanks to "The Blood Train" so I'm going to go with Edgar Allen Poe again.

This is my favorite:

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more."

Saturday, September 24, 2011


I don't want to jinx it by saying too much about it, but I'll give you the PERFECT title that popped into my head!

The Blood Train

And of course, as my usual routine demands, I filled a whole folder with pictures to go with the ideas in my head! (It's very creepy.) Want me to share?

Ok you twisted my arm:

"Welcome to The Blood Train Miss. You had better get comfortable. You won't be leaving."

Friday, September 23, 2011

HOLY CROW!!!! (and Quote of the Day!)

Did I get your attention? Good! Because this is important!

Have YOU signed up for MonsterFest?

If you haven't head on over and check it out now!

And now, I'm off to try and find a way to make my wonderful husband's birthday special, when he's 883 miles away... I'm thinking the Star Wars Saga on Blueray...

Oh! Quote of the Day:

"I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime;
I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last."

Helen Burns in Jane Eyre

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Brenda Drake's Can You Hook A Teen Contest

Hey guys! I'm entering Brenda Drake's contest!

Here's the rules:

On September 21st and 22nd post the first 250 words of your young adult or middle grade manuscript on your blog (you may skip this part, if you wish), and then hop around to each others' blogs and give critiques.

The winner gets a $50 editing gift certificate (and two runner's up get $25 each) for Teen Eyes Editorial Services.

Wolfy Love Story. :-)

I drove a little bit faster, though normally I wasn’t one to speed. The thought of getting a ticket just to get somewhere a few minutes sooner was pointless. However, I made an exception this time; first because I finally knew where I was going after getting lost twice, and second it was getting dark and then I’d be sure to miss the house. I eyed the retreating sun with more than a little uncertainty.

It won’t be that bad… I told myself.

I tried to relax, but I was anxious and unreasonably irritated. If this was supposed to be a fun getaway after all the chaos of high school why did it feel like a prison sentence?

I noticed my white knuckled hold on the steering wheel and loosened my fingers. They ached as blood rushed back into them. I could feel my pulse in my palms.

I was being ridiculous. It’s not like I was driving to my own execution; although imagining Rachel in the role of executioner wasn’t difficult whenever Dylan was around.

Dylan. My anxiety rose a few notches and I let my foot off the gas a little.

If unrequited love wasn’t enough to put a damper on the summer I didn’t know what was.

I frowned at the rural highway. I lost my mind. I had to have; otherwise nothing would have convinced me to accept a vacation invitation from Rachel of all people. Two months, I’d be stuck in her beach house.

Two months.

There you go. I wish it was the first 500 words because the first taste of creepy comes up right after this, but oh well!

I really hope the rest of you join up too, I'd really like to see all of your 250 words out in the bloggersphere. :-)


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Something to Remember...

Critique partners are some of the best people you'll ever meet. They put their work in your hands and in return try and tell you- as nicely as possible- what they think of your own. It's definitely a give and take sort of relationship but at the end of the day, that person is taking their time to read your stuff as well as work on their own.

A good critique partner doesn't shoot you down, or tell you what you're writing is terrible, they tell you what they love about it, sandwiched in with the things that need improvement. They get into your story as much as you do, and they hate/love/cry/laugh right along with your characters.

A good critique partner is invaluable.

Having said that, I think it's also important for people to remember that a critique partner's job is to give you their opinion. As in, how they personally feel about your novel.

Testing out a critique partner who comes back and says they don't like your story is no different than someone picking it up in a bookstore and putting it back down. It happens. That's why there are billions of books, and hundreds of genres- because not everybody likes the same things.

The most important thing is that your novel is exactly what YOU want it to be. A person can tell you how to make it flow better or where things slow down, but they can't make it any more yours than it already is. They're always going to be your characters, and your settings.

So just keep this in mind when/if you're out looking for someone to give you a little feedback. If you don't agree with what they're telling you, don't change it. If taking out what they're suggesting removes a piece that you really love, leave it in, but do it objectively. There's always room for improvement, no matter what stage you're in, but it's still your story.

And please, above all else, remember that you are intelligent, and creative and amazing, and nobody could ever write your story as well as you.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Pre-weekend Update and Contest Entry

A couple things today, first up I want to send a HUGE thank you to Kimberly Montgomery for giving me my second blog award:

She's just sweet as sugar isn't she?

And second, as promised here is my entry for Janet Reid's title poem contest. I submitted it this morning. Although, I have a tendency to lend my books to people, and they seem to take much longer to read them then I did, so I was short about ten titles that I could have used, but oh well. What can you do?


As I've said, I'm not good with titles, so I named it Crashed.

Under the Blue Moon
The Last Song plays.
I am Forever bested,
by A Bend In The Road.
Matched step for step,
left pleading for Twilight,
I whisper "Hush Hush, my darling
I have only just Fallen."
If I Stay,
I shall Wake,
If I Linger,
I shall Fade.
And after the First Drop of Crimson,
I shall drift into the Shadowland.

And yes, I realize that the top two should have been switched. I'm not sure how I missed that...


I also have a new song stuck in my head:

Anyway, I'm off to the beach for the weekend! I'll think of you all as I watch my son pour sand down his swimming trunks. ;-)

Toodles for now my lovelies.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Jane Eyre!

Holy spumoni my blogger friends! I LOVE LOVE LOVED this movie! Shamefully, as a Pride & Prejudice addict I have yet to get my hands (and my painfully short attention span) on the Bronte novels. I always intended to read them, I just never got around to it.

This movie has jumped at least Jane Eyre up into the highest levels of my to-be-read pile (and this is true even after I just spent almost $90 on titles like The Night Circus, Forgotten, The Forest of Hands and Teeth, The Maze Runner, and Hereafter.)

Mia Wasikowska was unbelievably amazing, pulling you into that off-kilter world of hers like it was truly her own.

Michael Fassbender was... holy crow. I can't even sum up the words for his awesomeness. I just can't.

If I hadn't just bought the movie, along with the reads mentioned above, I'd deprive Netfix of this copy until I was so tired of it I couldn't even think the name Mr. Rochester. (I'm talking weeks here people.)

If you haven't see it...


If you don't want to...

CHANGE YOUR MIND. You'll be sorry you didn't, it's CREEPTASTIC!


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Sharing Is Caring!

I am a firm believer in sharing things that are AWESOME. Of course, what's awesome to me might not be awesome to you.


The song that I can't stop singing...

The movie I'm watching over and over...

I know it's not THAT great of a movie, but I've watched it 12 times in the last week. I just can't pass up a movie where people break out into song and dance. Plus, Cam Gigandet is drool worthy... even in eyeliner. Lol.

Tahereh Mafi (who's debut novel Shatter Me releases in a couple months) wrote a really nice post about writing for your characters, and leaving behind that expectation of being "the next big thing." I especially loved the part where she said "be open to writing a book that will undoubtedly embarrass you in a few years."


This weekend Janet Reid is hosting a very cool contest, that you should definitely check out! You have to make a poem out of titles from books. I'll be posting mine here on Friday after I submit it. :-)

Elana Johnson just wrote her 800TH POST!! Two... no, three claps for Elana!

Lisa Desrochers is giving away first chapter and query critiques in celebration of her two year agent signing anniversary, and the birthday of her debut novel PERSONAL DEMONS, which is today by the way. :-)

And I'll leave you with the book I just finished reading:

I laughed out loud reading this.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains."


Tuesday, September 13, 2011

WIP Collections

I very clearly remember sitting a a computer back in high school, reading an article about the Industrial Revolution for my Sophomore history class, and thinking "Holy crap, research sucks."

The only thing that could get me to even attempt it, was the threat of failing a required class.

Researching for a novel, now THAT'S a different story! Instead of drilling dates into my brain, I get to Google the best ways to treat severe burns, spices in Italian sausage, videos of cars flipping down the road, how to say things like "no way" "huh?" and "bite me" in various languages, getting away with murder, the impact of a car on a body, mythology, phases of the moon, tide charts, medical procedures, locations in London in the 1800's, I mean, the list is endless.

But by far, my favorite part of research is the image search!

I love skimming through the internet and finding pictures of things that I can imagine in my book. I make a folder on my desktop titled whatever I'm calling my WIP and just keep popping things in there.

What's in my Wolfy Love Story folder?


And this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

And lastly:

What kinds of things do you collect for inspiration?


Sunday, September 11, 2011


I could live forever and still never be able to understand how
people can hate as vehemently as they do.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Quote of The Day Combo!

Ok, first, lets get this out of the way, because my "Quote of the Day" is turning out to be more like "Quote Every Few Days" :-)

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

Edgar Allen Poe

Now, on to the point. :-)

I absolutely hate it when I'm writing, and everything is going great, and I'm really feeling awesome about how the story is coming along, and then a song or a movie or something a stranger says to me in the grocery store completely ruins it!!!

All of a sudden I can't think about my WIP, all I can think about is another story that's been sitting in the back of my head. I try shoving it away, but these perfect little argument comebacks pop into my brain, or the perfect way to describe an emerald colored prom dress just appears instead of Wolfy goodness!! I hate this.

Of course, that story as a whole is completely not ready, so the whole thing is a wash. All I can do is try and write down all these (might I say very clever) parts and wait until later to use them. And in the mean time, Wolfy Love Story is sitting alone in my Documents folder wondering where I've been for the last three days.

I know I'll get back into my groove, I always do, but it's the process of getting there that always feels a little... &%##(&^*!@#@$#%!!

Sorry about that...

I've always said that a sane person can't write a novel. A novel requires a little bit of crazy, a little talking to yourself, a lot of imaginary friends, and dreams about people who don't exist, doing things that real boring humans can't do. You need some tears, and anger, and laughing out loud at nothing but yourself. It requires lots of time you don't really have, and lots of patience when you've run out.

It requires the occasional pause to ask "Am I losing it?" (That of course you immediately dismiss as you turn back to your computer and finish your scene where a hunky guy jumps over a car and turns into a beautiful blue eyed wolf.)

I'm crazy. Not in the "Whoa, she needs to hug herself for a while in one of those stylish padded rooms and a white jacket" kind of way. In the "Yes, I'm seriously crying for people I made up" sort of way. And I'm proud of it.

To recap. I hate people at the grocery store, Edgar Allen Poe is awesome (Did I write that? I should have.) Oh, and I'm out of my freaking mind.


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Kick Ass Titles?

I have no idea why, but for me, coming up with an awesome title is the hardest part of what I do. (Hence the name Wolfy Love Story.)

I've recently been spending a lot of time on other people's blogs, just sort of poking around and seeing what's going on. And on those blogs, more often than not, I see a little meter like mine off to the side with their word count and a very very cool title to match. I just don't understand it! I don't have the ability to think of really cool titles. It's just not in me.

Part of me thinks that it's not such a big deal, considering the title is most likely going to be changed by either an agent or an editor before it hits the shelves anyway. But then I hear all this talk about agents who loved the title enough to read the sample pages even though the query fell flat, or how a good title can be the difference between "I'd like to see the rest of your novel" and "Sorry, no dice."

On the other hand, I'm really good at coming up with unique character names, or names of places. I can come up with something really cool in just a minute or two, and a title can take me weeks, and at the end of the day I'm still not happy with it.

How do you come up with your titles? What sparks that great idea?? How important do you feel the title is at the end of the day?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Any Wolves of Mercy Falls Fans?

I first read Shiver right after it came out. I was completely wrapped up in that world for about a day and a half before I closed the back cover and sort of sighed. I couldn't wait for the next one to come out, and again for the final book in the series.

It just goes to show you how a familiar story can easily be extraordinary with just your own little spin on things. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, Shiver is the beautiful brain child of Maggie Stiefvater. It's the story of Grace and Sam. Grace is a girl obsessed with the wolves around her Mercy Falls home, and Sam is a musician who is forced to change into a wolf every winter. The cold drives his change, and he only has so many summers of being human before he changes into a wolf and never comes back.

The first book is Shiver, the second is Linger, and the third is Forever.

I have Forever sitting in my desk right now...


...but I won't let myself read it until I've finished the first draft of Wolfy Love Story. Call it a prize for not procrastinating... oh who am I kidding, call it a prize for not procrastinating AS MUCH.

What about you? Are you a Wolves of Mercy Falls fan? And if werewolves aren't your thing (I can try to understand) what series has captured your attention lately?


Thursday, September 1, 2011


(How's that for a title that grabs your attention?)

Ok guys, as usual I'm going to do things a little different. Sorry, can't help it.

I've got an extra copy of a really great book. I mean, really, really great. And I'm thinking of giving it away...

Are you listening??

It's called My Name Is Memory by Ann Brashares (The author of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants) and it's amazing.

This would be my first ever giveaway- and trust me, there are many more to come- so I thought I'd test the waters a little bit. I have this image in my head of announcing this AMAZING contest and having two people enter, I mean where's the fun in that?

So here's the deal. If I get at least 25 comments on this post I'll announce the contest. If not, I'll give it a few months and try again. ;-) Simple as that.

Here's a little something to maybe spark your interest:

"I have lived more than a thousand years.
I have died countless times. I forget precisely how many times. My memory is an extraordinary thing, but it is not perfect.
I am human.
The early lives blur a bit. The arc of your soul follows the pattern of each of your lives. It is macrocosmic. There was my childhood. There have been many childhoods. And even in the early part of my soul I reached adulthood many times. These days, in every one of my infancies, the memory comes faster.
We go through the motions. We look oddly at the world around us.
We remember."


In other (rather traumatic) news, a certain little boy of mine decided to sit down on an ant hill recently. Have any of you ever seen what ten million black ants looks like on a three year old? It's not pretty, let me tell you. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, shattering glass and cracking mirrors for miles.

Ok, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. But the ants are not. I was shaking the little buggers off him for twenty minutes and I still found them in his hair and ears hours later.

I. Hate. Ants. Do you hear me little creepy crawlies? I hate you.

Ok fine, maybe you're not so bad...

Ok so to recap, 25 posts about the contest and its a go... and I hate ants.

Happy writing everyone!