Tuesday, April 24, 2012

My Five Sentence Fiction: Hunger


Thank you Lillie, for providing this "Your Choice" week in Five Sentence Fiction. At first I was thinking, "Huh, what am I going to choose?" But then I saw "Hunger" next to week one and I thought, "Duh!" Here it is:

     “What’d you like, Sugar?” she asks, leaning over the bar to emphasize her generous attributes.
     Something you don’t want to give me, he thinks as his eyes savor her lush bosom, pulsing neck, and ripe mouth, and I won’t ask for again.
     “Hmm…the usual then?” she winks and makes a show of opening the beer bottle. “I’m runnin’ out of patience, Sugar, so why don’t you meet me out back in a few,” she insinuates, trailing a crimson fingernail beneath his chin.
     Five minutes later he’s groaning and pressing her delicious curves against the brick wall as her fangs slip deep into his neck, offering the eternal life he so desperately desires.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Ants are People Too! Oh, never mind...

Admittedly, this post has nothing to do with writing. Apologies.

Rather, I'd like to document (boast) about the lovely (back-breaking) time I had in my garden this afternoon. And the war I will soon be fighting (little mother effers!).

I LOVE my garden.
my garden
I love to watch things grow in my garden. And then eat them. Sounds kind of evil. Excellent. *presses fingers together dubiously*

So, today I created a brand spanking new plot.

brand spanking new plot
I filled this amorphous beauty with seeds for strawberries, watermelons, cabbage, tomatoes, tomatillos (not sure why this isn't an -oes like "tomatoes"--maybe 'cause it's Spanish?), and peppers. And some lettuce, but I don't really care about that.

So THEN (duh duh duhhhhh), I hauled my tired self over to the raised beds.

raised beds
You see, I have a bunch of little baby plants growing in my laundry/sun room that would really like to be planted in the dirt. I mean, they have little leaves and pretty much look like miniature versions of the full-grown plants. 

They're like, "Hey! Let us move out! We're ready."

And I'm like, "Yeah, sure, sounds great! Let me just go get the dirt ready for you, OK?"

So head over to the raised beds and begin turning the soil. What do I find?!?!?!?!?! (For emphasis. It's necessary!)
  
ANTS!


I hate them. I want them to die. Whoever thought making cute little movies about these disgustingly numerous creatures was insane. And an idiot. And now my enemy.

I shall now research the most effective means of battling the enemy (the ants, not the creator of the stupid movies). VICTORY TO THE HUMAN!

*Disclaimer: I love animals. 



Thursday, April 12, 2012

My Five Sentence Fiction: Armor

"What the hell?" she grumbled, opening the screechy screen door to the muggy summer evening, immediately halting the wild growling and fleshy thumps.
In the week since her husband's death, she'd grown so furious with the the world, so cold, that she eagerly anticipated this chance to unleash her aggression on whatever was fighting in her backyard.
The widow raised her wooden bat and stepped into the night, unsure what she would find. The bat fell from her grasp as the only remaining combatant, a pathetically bloody mutt, whimpered in a small pool of light.
Carefully, she approached the wounded animal, her icy armor melting with each step until she was once again a woman.

Want to write your own little five sentence morsel of joy? Five Sentence Fiction lives on Lillie McFerrin's blog. Do it!

Monday, April 9, 2012

Inspiration: Robin LaFever's Author Experience

Robin LaFever, author of the amazing Grave Mercy, is my current HERO.

Her author story is amazing. She makes me feel like I can do it, you can do it, he can do it (the guy sitting in the corner over there), and she can do it (the lady hiding behind the bookshelf). Sure, I'm just starting out, but she keeps me believing (like a Journey song) that if we're just true to ourselves (cue emotional, overcoming-an-obstacle music) that we can really do this. She wrote:


We need to be willing to peel our own layers back until we reach that tender, raw, voiceless place—the place where our crunchiest stories come from. We need to get some skin in the game. It should cost us something emotionally to tell our stories. But many of us who come to writing do so because they were voiceless at some point in their lives, so doing that can be the most terrifying risk of all. Just as we must dance as if no one is watching, we must write as if no one is reading.


Her most recent book, Grave Mercy (I, thankfully, captured the ARC at a recent book expo), is AMAZING. It kind of a little bit sort of maybe just a teeny weeny reminds me of N.K. Jemisin's The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms. But only in the way that the protagonists are so incredibly awesome and strong and I want to be them. Just a little bit. Maybe a lot.

When I REALLY love a book, I buy it in hardcover (or add it to the list of books I need to buy in hardcover).There aren't many on the list, but Grave Mercy is.

Anyway...you should READ ROBIN'S STORY here (at Writer Unboxed).

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Outline? We don't need no stinkin' outlines! Oh, wait...

I stumbled upon an interesting and exceptionally helpful post on Amanda Hocking's blog. The topic: outlines.

Outlines suck (I thought). Outlines are boring (I thought). Outlines...(you get the picture).

Reading about outlines would, therefore, be torture. And yet, after the first few sentences, I was HOOKED. Instant conversion. Outline bandwagon, here I come!

Suddenly, outlining has an obvious (and so necessary) purpose, whereas before it just seemed like a way to confine creativity. I was strutting around thinking, "Pfft...I don't need an outline! It'll interfere with my train of thought. We should just let the ideas flow, man!" (I'm not quite sure why my brain is suddenly characterized by a stoner neohippie)

Since reading through AH's outlining process, I humbly approach the written word (well, maybe only when writing books and shorts...let's not get to crazy here!) with careful planning and structure. Mostly. Sort of. I'm getting there, OK!

Of course, once the outline's set up, there's no predicting whether or not my characters will daintily/jauntily hop over the guidelines. Damn characters...

But really, check it out. Amanda Hocking's The Mighty Outline.