Showing posts with label Enchanted Temptation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enchanted Temptation. Show all posts

Thursday, November 13, 2008

A Good Bit of Writing Today

I didn't write much today,  but what I did I felt was good. So, here's a little peice of it. Judge kindly. I haven't even proofread, which I know is dangerous but the point of NaNo is to not edit, just write. So I just wrote

Finn stared at her in wonderment. “By God, Miss Leavenworth, but you are forward.”

Her flush returned and she bent her head. “I know. It’s a curse.” Her face darkened for a quick moment, so quick Finn almost missed it. “I do apologize. It comes, I think, from living only in proximity to Aunt Maddy and Jane. There are no secrets nor pretendings between us, you see. I suppose at times, I forget that we are not at all meant to speak exactly as we think.”

“We’ll have to cure you of that if you intend to enter society.”

Philippa raised slightly from her seat. “You’ll help me then?” she squeaked. “Despite my rudeness to you?”

“On more than one occasion,” he added in good humor. They were clear of questions about his situation for the moment. He took her surprise as an opportunity to steer the conversation into safer waters. “I like you, Miss Leavenworth. I’d like to be considered a friend of sorts and not a stranger. Do you suppose we could accomplish that?”

She pursed her lips at him, reminding him of just how friendly he wished to be, then waved her hand as if waving aside his invisible concerns. “I would like that. Although I don’t suppose friendships have restrictions?”

“Not at all,” he answered with perfect aplomb. Which of course there were. A friend, for example, did not look at a friend and imagine her stretched across a bed in naked abandonment. But there was no need to trouble her with such an image. He was quite sure she wouldn’t appreciate it. “Do you have any?”

“I do,” she said, matching his tone. “First—"

“You mean to say there is more than one?”

Her eyes flew to the side, then returned to his face. “Several. Actually.”

“Oh, well then, by all means continue.” Finn pushed himself out of his seat and moved to walk behind her to the set of shelves holding his books. He wasn’t sure he could listen to her restrictions on their friendship without betraying his humor or disappointment. For he wasn’t quite sure which he felt. Whether she amused him with her restrictions at complete odds with her straightforward nature or disappointed at the extent she would allow their relationship to go.

“First,” she said and swiveled her head around the chair, “I would ask that you do not arrive at my residence unannounced. It troubles Aunt Maddy so, as you’ve witnessed.”

Finn focused on the row of books before him. “Friends are often given to dropping in, but I concede your point. Shall I sent ‘round a note first, asking for an audience?”

He heard her huff of impatience. “Are you mocking me, Mr. Kinsley?”

He spared her a glance. “Not at all, Miss Leavenworth.”

“Because I must warn you, I am responsible above all else to the comfort and security of my aunt.”

Finn removed his eyes from the books and turned to face her. “I understand family,” he said softly, “even if it doesn’t seem to you that I do, given my apparent estrangement.”

Philippa rose from her seat and moved to stand beside him. She was so close her could make out the dusting of light freckles across her nose. “Will you tell me about them sometime?”

He shrugged and stepped away to rest an elbow on the book shelf, effectively removing himself from her space without seeming obvious. “It depends on the remainder of your restrictions.”

“Right.” She drew in a breath. “Secondly, I must beg that you do not question the nature of my need to enter society. Suffice to say, this need stems from a desire to see more of my world.”

A strange friendship indeed for friends did not lie to friends and yet there she stood, spewing falsehoods in his face. “You aren’t on the hunt for a husband, are you?” he grunted.

“Good gracious no!”

“London,” he said, “is not the world.”

She tilted her head to the side, considering him with her serious COLOR eyes. “No, it is not. But before I can step into the greater unknown, I must step into the little known, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Baby steps.”

“You understand then,” she said with a measure of pleasant surprise.

Finn turned back to the books, pretending to pursue the titles. “I know a bit about stepping into the greater unknown myself.” He turned back to her, unwilling to keep the reassurances to himself. “It’s easier than one would suppose, if one is truly motivated.”

There was a light in her eyes that hadn’t previously existed and he glimpsed a bit of hope there. He faltered back from such a look. He didn’t want her looking upon him with hope. There was too much expectation there.

“What other restrictions?” he asked abruptly and she blinked rapidly.

“Of course. Others.” Philippa tapped her forefinger to her chin. “Honesty,” she pronounced. “I merely ask that you are honest with me in all endeavors. If you come to feel as though this friendship is in any way damaging or has become a bore, you must tell me so we can remove ourselves as quickly as possible.”

Finn held out his hand. “Agreed.”

She hesitated. “And do you not have any for me?”

He quirked up his mouth. “No. I offer this friendship without strings. I told you, I like you. And I wish to help you. You have to trust me completely, of course, or else we are doomed to failure.”

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

An Alternate Universe (or NaNo Day 5)

Ever have one of those days when nothing seems like it's normal? 

Like you are driving to work, minding your own business and suddenly you snap to attention to realize that the light you sit at for a good 3 minutes every day is actually green this time and you go right through? And then you get to work and pull into the parking lot next to a car you've never seen before. In fact, you've never seen any of the cars around you. The people walking in with you aren't the usual faces either. And the whole day goes from there. It's your life, it's what you do every day but each encounter seems a little ... off. 

That's been my day today. I don't think I should drive anywhere else. I'm liable to end up west of the Mississippi without any idea how I got there. 

Anyway. 

Today I wrote and worked on my writing playlist. I find that music gets me into the heads of my characters. Here is a small sampling of the songs I listen to while writing Enchanted Temptation

(I would provide links to these songs, or at least the artist website but I'm afraid I'll hurt myself or worse, my laptop which is my lifeline these days)

Tell Me What We're Gonna Do Now - Joss Stone
Upbeat tempo about two people who find themselves in love but aren't quite sure how to proceed now. 

Temporary Angel - Pat Green
What do you do when you enter into a relationship you thought was a fling and suddenly you're in so deep, you know you won't ever leave? 

Bubbly - Colbie Calliet
This is a "every time" add for me. It's about the moment you realize exactly how the other person makes you feel. It's that perfect moment, before doubt creeps in. 

Songbird - Eva Cassidy
Slow, sultry, Eva. You should just listen to it. 

I realize that's only four songs but I have at least 35 on my list. These are the most prominent though, the ones that really describe Philippa and Finn for me. 

Do you have certain songs you listen to while you write?
 
NaNo Word Count: 4,316

Monday, November 3, 2008

I Am A NaNo Warrior (But Still A Cheater)

Today marks Day Three of National Novel Writing Month. Today does not mark the day that I actually met a daily goal. But I have excuses! Very good excuses. Like my weekend was extremely busy (new phones, new clothes, new puppies ... not mine, thank goodness but who can write when there are two new puppies to adore?). Still, the weekend is over and today is Monday and so I must face the fact that I have committed myself to NaNo. Today I wrote 2,488 words. The daily goal is 1,677. If you write 1,677 words for 30 days you'll reach 50,000. 

50,000

The number of words is staggering and yet it's only half of your average single title romance. And we aren't talking 50,000 good words here people. We're talking 50,000 first draft words which are vastly different from good words. At least in my case. Still, I feel relatively decent about them. And don't tell anyone, but I am cheating. I am adding to an existing manuscript. Don't yell at me. I already explained myself. And I stand by the cheating thing. Why? Because regardless of what rule I am breaking, I am writing and writing well. I am in my groove. I have found my manuscript voice and it feels wonderful. Today, for the first time, I realized who my characters really are and suddenly, there they are, alive on the page. In 2,488 measley words, I got there. I found what I was looking for and today, everything looks like smooth sailing. Which is ridiculous of course, but hey, I'm a ridiculous sort of girl. And you know what?

It feels good. 

It feels really, really good. 

It feels like I am a writing warrior. 

So as far as I am concerned, on Day Three of NaNo, I have already won. 



NaNo Word Count: 2,488

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Am I A NaNo Cheater?

This year, after lots of serious thought and introspection (yeah, right), I decided to make a decent stab at NaNo. I’ve signed up in the past but always something has prevented me from finishing. Really important things like freaking out because Thanksgiving is at our house and I can’t remember how to cook a turkey (the easiest thing in the world) and so how can I POSSIBLY devote myself to writing 50,000 words in a month when I have to learn how to make a turkey? Or the fact that November is sweeps month on network TV and hello, who has time to write when the mysteries of Jim and Pam are about to be solved? (Which they weren’t, by the way … that was 2 years ago. I think). But this year I am totally seriously devoted. Seriously.

Except I have a problem.

I might have to “cheat” at it. See, the good people over at NaNo have a few rules. Really good, reasonable rules. But one of them is in direct conflict with what I need to accomplish. Here it is:

Do I have to start my novel from scratch on November 1? Can I use an outline?

Yes.

This sounds like a dumb, arbitrary rule, we know. But bringing a half-finished manuscript into NaNoWriMo all but guarantees a miserable month. You'll care about the characters and story too much to write with the gleeful, anything-goes approach that makes NaNoWriMo such a creative rush. Give yourself the gift of a clean slate, and you'll tap into realms of imagination and intuition that are out-of-reach when working on pre-existing manuscripts.

Outlines and plot notes are very much encouraged, and can be started months ahead of the actual novel-writing adventure. Previously written prose, though, is punishable by death.

Punishable by death! Yikes! I can understand their reasoning. When I am in the second draft of a novel, my writing really slows down because I get bogged down by details, have to go back and check voice/tone/humor, have to research all those facts I put notes by in the first draft, etc. But that’s the second draft. In the first, it’s really a free for all, write by the seat of my pants kind of experience. And that’s where I am now - on the rollercoaster. (I really wish it were like June or July or something so I could go to Six Flags and ride the rollercoasters. I know, I know, Fright Fest is going on but I don’t do cold. Ever.) I am experiencing the creative rush now in the first draft of Enchanted Temptation and I am scared to stop. If I stop, if I work on something else for the month of November, I am afraid I won’t be able to rediscover the flow of images, voices and ideas that come with writing the first draft of something in a crazy frenzy. I’ll forget. I’ll forget Philippa’s prickly humor and Finn’s unmasked honesty. I’ll lose all the loose plot threads twisting about in my brain. Right now I have them in my fist, held tight so they fit before they are sewn together. But if I stop, I’ll never remember how they all twisted together before and made sense. Do I have notes? Of course. A huge notebook devoted (I even have a Table of Contents … I’m strange, I know this, but it works for me) to the manuscript with everything I’ll ever need to know jotted down on some random page (hence the Table of Contents people). Unfortunately the notebook can never take the place of the vision in my head. I don’t want to lose my vision.

Do I have other manuscript ideas? Oh yes, hundreds. And I even have another notebook made up entirely of plot ideas. (I really should put them all into a Word Doc. Do you know how badly I would freak out if I lost that notebook?) I know, if I were absolutely FORCED to abandon Enchanted Temptation in the month of November which idea I would work on. But that’s the point. THERE ARE NO REFERRES! I could break all the rules and no one would ever know. Except me. And I hate keeping secrets. So I confess them all in a blog so it’s out there for everyone to see. I am starting to notice a slightly self-destructive pattern here. Hm … .

When I first began writing this post, I was torn. I don’t want to be a cheater but I also need to do what’s best for me. So in the writing of this post I have decided to break NaNo’s rule and become an official NaNo Cheater. At least I am upfront about it though. That has to count for something, right? I’ll enter my word count, and I’ll cheer everyone else on, but I’ll be cheating each and every day too. And I’m OK with that. Seriously.