Because some people need to be shared as much as possible. It seems I can’t like any more. Grumble Grumble. Use this. Please. And I’ll share the story of my new shapewear disaster. THANKS
This is a writer side of me blog. No recipes. No dogs. I know, kind of odd!
Ah, Intimacy. Such a necessity for Romance, and all too often the bane of Romance writers. You’d thinking writing about intimacy would come easy. Yeah, you’d think. Look at all those ‘intimate’ books to choose from. But are those depicted relationships intimate?
Truth is, many of these stories are about sex. There is nothing wrong with sex, in a book, on the screen, or personally. Not one thing. Especially not when the sexual relationship is part of an overall increasing intimacy. But if the so-called sexual revolution (and birth control!) taught us nothing else, it was that sex without intimacy is often fun but it’s not really enough. And once you experience the ‘whole ball of wax’ whatever that actually means (I’ll let you look it up, it makes for a great time waster) you realize what you’ve been missing. And you look for more in your stories, written or read.
For me, intimacy with the characters, where I feel like I could know them, makes a good story. However:
PHYSICAL INTIMACY + EMOTIONAL INTIMACY = A GREAT STORY
Particularly when the emotional intimacy comes first. Although physical intimacy with a segue into emotional intimacy can be satisfying, if well written. How do we write this?
Certain gestures: pushing hair back, brushing the back of the hand against the cheek, lingering while assisting with the coat show intimacy. Heck in these days just helping with the coat is a biggie. All these gestures have been used to show growing intimacy or an attempt to establish intimacy. Has anyone ever reached out to touch your hair without asking? Especially a stranger? Yup happened to me and I was not pleased!
Recognizing preferences: how someone takes their coffee, if they want just a bit of ice or a cupful, shows an attention to the other person and helps establish intimacy. In A Question of Trust, Adam discerns in one day that Lana prefers hot water, with a slice of lemon, and not the coffee she pretends to like. In one revealing (to me) scene, Ty realizes he’d never noticed this, never really paid attention to her preferences while they were married, which has him questioning their time together. This leads to actually talking TO her instead of AT her, something he’d been guilty of until he met Rosalind A Question of Faith Which, by the way, has led to me asking when Ty and Rosalind will marry. Hmmm
These are some rambling thoughts on intimacy, in my life and in my books. BICHOK my fellow writers. Don’t wait until tomorrow to tell someone you love them.
So it looks like the hooligans have already told you about our trip. For them it was a first, but to the other ‘lukis in the motor home it was the annual pilgrimage to the Saluki National. I’ve attended most years since 1989…from California (flying or driving) then from New Mexico (driving). These last four years I was show chair (essentially show manager). Last as in nope I won’t be doing that again for a while! Hence the somewhat goofy expression! That lovely dragon bag was made for me in appreciation of working to put on a great show.
You’re right, I’m not dressed to the nines. It was freaking hot, I was on the go for five days…I was dressed to work! My Fitbit had a great wonderful time, one day I logged 20,000 steps! Not so much since then but for the most part I’ve worked at the staying active thing.
And smiling. I try to smile a lot. Frowning is just exhausting!
The drive from home to there is 17-18 hours. Usually one eight hour day, one nine hour day. A lot of time to think along the way.
Right now our world, our lives, face turmoil. Politics, Haters, Fanatics, Anti Breeders, new diseases, old diseases coming back, misguided fake rescues, well meaning people who just don’t ‘get’ why we do what we do. How can I justify the time, money, effort spent driving those two days, staying those five days, and driving back?
Then I think of the unusually large number of children, from 2-3 years up to teenagers. All of them interested in the Saluki. Well raised, with wonderful parents. Great attitudes.
And I think of the cadre of adults who kept those children connected and entertained. Seminars, pizza parties, water balloon fights (1,000 balloons!!!) And…my drive became easier, if not shorter. My efforts, my costs…became worthwhile. For those five days we gathered in (mostly) harmony and love of our breed, and of each other. Salukis showed to various judges. Some won, some lost. All loved by their people, part of the family. Not only their personal family but also the large family of we who love and cherish this breed.
Yeah the budget took a hit. It does every year. But we did our bit to make the world just a little better. And isn’t that what life is all about?
Hug those close to you. Pick up the phone and call those far away. We have today. We hope for tomorrow.
And…sneak a bit of tasty goodie to your ‘lukis.
Oops, that was one of the four leggers sneaking in while I grabbed more coffee. Not a bad idea, though. Share something wonderful with your friends, four or two legged!
OURMom is busy starting a new book. This means she’s putting flowers in pots and sweeping the floor while she talks to herself. We’re going to help by keeping her blog more current. I’m Israfel, I’m a Saluki. Salukis were bred to be beautiful and decorate the Pharaoh’s tent.
We’ve been with OURMom for almost a year. She’s taken us places so people can admire how beautiful and smart we are. She’s also taught us things so we can make her happy. If you want to make YOURMom or YOURDad happy, you need to learn these things.
If YOURMom puts things in pots where you can reach them, pull them back out. She likes you helping her garden.
DO go shopping in YOURMom’s purse. She wants you to know what she keeps there in case she needs you to find it for her later.
DO check out the countertops. She likes to know how tall you can be.
OH NO. NO NO NO NO. Who let Israfel near the computer? Sigh. I’m his sister, Arielle. He
can’t help being kind of an idiot. It’s not his fault…he’s a boy, after all and everyone knows they grow up much slower than girls. Let me straighten him out.
Yes we are Salukis. Some Salukis might have lived with Pharaohs but many of them lived with people who herded and hunted all over the Middle East, pretty much from North Africa to Afghanistan. Salukis had a JOB and it wasn’t to be decorative. They hunted things that went very fast, so they had to be very fast. Being beautiful was a happy side effect!
As for my brother’s idiot advice I hope you realize he’s trying to cover up what he’s been doing? OURMom puts things in pots to be pretty, or maybe to grow so we can eat them. If she wants us to play with the plants, she pulls them out of the pots and throws them for us.
NEVER NEVER go in YOURMom’s purse. That is HER stuff. Israfel, don’t you remember what happened when we found her new brush? She was NOT happy with us.
Countertops are NOT for checking out. No wonder OURMom gets cranky with you…good grief!
DO trust YOURMom to have your best interests in mind. If she asks you to go into a new building or new vehicle, then go. She’s not going to let you be hurt. Ever. DO try to think before you snatch…that’s a hard one. Our toys are in our toy tote but sometimes we see something that is sooo tempting. But we’re trying!
We just went with OURMom in the motor home to a place far away. We met lots of new people and friend Susan gave us new collars. Susan’s collars
I think OURMom is going to write about that trip. It was loooong.
A Question of Trust, the third Stormhaven story, is with Black Opal Books. In some ways it was the most difficult of the series to write. Mainly because I tried to use new technology without actually learning how. Scrivener and I are not yet friends. I’ll work on that
In the meantime, Lana and Adam meet and learn to trust. Lana in particular has problems with trust, starting from back when Sydney left with their father, and she stayed with their mother.
Lana is beautiful. Brown eyed blond with perfect features. She learned to survive in an ugly world, then uses those lessons to help the helpless, while convincing much of the world that she’s not much more than a money grubbing pretty face. If you remember, she was briefly married to Tyler Randolph. When she left Ty she took Mosby, his stallion which set up Sydney meeting Devin (A Question of Honor)
As I wrote Ty’s story (A Question of Faith) I wondered why Lana married him. Why did she leave him. Was she truly an amoral opportunist? Hmmmm. During one of the meetings at Stormhaven, Adam Roberts, a veteran, amputee, comes into the house with Devin, and the story started to grow.
As I was finishing edits, I heard this song:
Oh, yeah. My book had a song. And a blurb.
Lana Greene doesn’t care that most of the world sees her as avaricious and amoral. All the better for her to stand as a shield against those who would exploit the weaker. Until the day she comes up against a situation too difficult for her to handle on her own, and she has to reach out to her ex-husband.
Adam Roberts dedicated himself to keeping the world safe until his efforts took part of a leg and much of his self worth.. When Ty Randolph asks him to take on a simple escort he’s more than willing to help out his new friends.
But there is far more at stake than anyone realizes. Lana and Adam have to learn to trust themselves and each other to succeed in saving many innocent lives.
I’ll let you know when A Question of Trust is coming out. In the meantime, here’s a picture of the area around Stormhaven.
Hug your friends, call someone you haven’t talked to for a while. Our only guarantee is now.
And you say…so what?
I came across this 2014 commencement speech in the last year. Here’s a short clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgzLzbd-zT4
And also the longer one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgzLzbd-zT4
1. Make your bed
2. Find people to paddle with you
3. Measure the size of heart, not flippers
4. Get over being a sugar cookie and keep moving forward
5. Don’t be afraid of the circuses
6. Sometimes you have to slide down obstacles head first
7. Don’t back down from the sharks
8. You must be your very best in the darkest moments
9. Start singing when you’re up to your neck in mud. Hope for everyone
10. Don’t ever, ever ring the bell
It’s my annual stress over the Saluki National time, which can on occasion be a circus. In the last four years I’ve added the stress by managing the event. At times I have wild delusions of how I can avoid going. It’s not the actual travel, it’s sourcing and acquiring for the event, ensuring the ‘lukis staying home are well cared for, packing up clothing for me, food for me, food for the dogs going with me, food for the dogs staying home. And getting the house in good enough order my house sitter isn’t appalled. Sometimes I almost get to the point of just not going.
Don’t ever EVER ring the bell.
I needed that today. Thank you Admiral for reminding me. I’ll be jumping into the sharks, paddling with my friends, singing up a storm and being our very best. I’m not much for making my bed but my dishes are washed and put away. I can see my counters! If nothing else I will have a clean kitchen. And some of the floors And…this is amazing.
And even more, THANK YOU and all those who made it through SEAL training for not ringing the bell, for working together, and for your service.
Foundation can mean so many things. We’re told we need a good foundation garment so our clothes fit well. Foundation is critical for a safe house. Training Agility is so much easier when you spend the time to teach Foundation skills. And if we want to write a readable book it really helps to have the Foundation of grammar, sentence structure, and some semblance of plot.
Not that you can’t succeed in Agility or Writing without a great foundation. I kind of
‘back doored’ my way into Agility with an intelligent dog and basic training skills. He ended up my first pancake, my learning dog…until my handling skills (or lack thereof!) confused him so much he shut down. I moved on to his littermates and with each one I improved enough…with a LOT of help…that I can now communicate with Biddy while we are both running. Okay, she’s running, I’m huffing and puffing.
That first dog was Fire Dragon, and we’ve gone back to the beginning with a ‘Foundations’ class. He’s never been on board with tug toys or other games but getting in depth advice on the obstacles he loved but that worried him? Seriously priceless. So what if this is the work we should have be doing at the beginning, as long as it gets done?
So I pulled out my very first book. Wowee it’s long, or it was back then. Something like 425 pages (100,000 plus words.) Over the years I’ve cut and cut and cut until it was down to about 80,000 much better words. Now that it’s going to be the fourth book in the Stormhaven trilogy, I pulled it out again.
WHO wrote this? POV changes every paragraph, all the characters are beautiful and flawlessly kind except when my two main characters snipe at each other for no reason…when they’re not thinking lustful thoughts. Naturally they’ll be in bed in the third chapter. Inner dialogue out the wazoo. Sigh.
Well I can save the character’s names, which helps since the male is a part of the first three books. I can save the basic plot. The craft Foundation is there but I am certainly going to have to go back and apply the skills I’ve gained since then.
As far as Foundation garments? That’s a subject for another time.
There’s another video for this song, which has a phenomenal, and a bit disturbing, dance sequence. I think having the words to follow helps my appreciation. Plus, as I said, it really is disturbing.
Try is a love song but it’s also a call to arms for any of us who are holding back, not giving our all, for whatever reason. Especially when the doing truly matters to us.
Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns, doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
We have to try even if the fear of failure is greater than ever before. We can so easily (or not so easily at times) write about people overcoming their doubts and fears. Why is it so difficult for us to take that same step?
Speaking of writing, yes I’m writing. Sometimes a few sentences drag themselves onto the page…sometimes pages throw themselves into the story. Gotta get up and try.
Don’t forget to tell everyone what they mean to you. We never know when they’ll be gone.
After far too long away from blogging (didya miss me?) I had all sorts of things to share to start up. Then a new book came out by one of my most favorite authors, and I had to put aside my recipe and puppy picture ideas to share this with you.
Jami Gray and I started with the same small press at the same time. While I am slooowly coming forward she has taken off like a rocket with three (yes THREE) series, all featuring strong but not over the top heroines. Love them. But it was her venture into Post Apocalyptic writing that knocked me over. Check this out, Fate’s Vultures:
The end of the world didn’t arrive in a mushroom cloud or a fiery explosion, it was the last fallen domino in a long line of consequences that toppled civilization. It’s known as The Collapse, the ravaged aftermath of the collision of Mother Nature and man’s merciless need for survival.
Wow. Is that not prophetic? The second book has come out, so you aren’t too far behind if you need to catch up.
Lying in Ruins – Fate’s Vultures #1
In a world gone to hell, it’s hard to tell the good guys from the bad…
The world didn’t end in fire and explosions, instead it collapsed slowly, like falling dominoes, an intensifying panic of disease, food shortages, wild weather and collapsing economies, until what remained of humanity battles for survival in a harsh new reality.
Charity uses lethal survival skills learned too early in her work as a ‘Hound’, sniffing out pivotal secrets for one of the most powerful people on the west coast. Her work is deceptive, deadly, and best performed solo, which means when she has a run-in with a member of the notorious Fate’s Vultures, she has no intention of joining forces in some mockery of teamwork. The man might be sexy as hell, but she travels alone. She will accomplish her mission and she will settle a score – hopefully with the edge of her blade. But fate has other plans.
As one of Fate’s Vultures, a nomadic band of arbitrators known for their ruthless verdicts, Ruin witnesses the carnage of corruption and greed battering the remnants of humanity, and he bears the scars to prove it. Now he has a damn ‘Hound showing up in suspicious circumstances, leaving every cell of his body sceptical – and painfully aroused. The woman is trouble, and Ruin has every intention of steering clear. But when they realise they have a common enemy, Charity and Ruin will have to set aside their distrust if they want to achieve their mutual goal – justice and revenge.
Sometimes, when the world’s gone to hell, it’s better to stick with the devil you know…
On a mission to retrieve a kidnapped child, a woman skilled in secrecy crosses paths with a nomadic vigilante bent on revenge. Despite their mutual distrust, the unlikely pair joins forces to hunt a common enemy. Together they must survive the predators picking through the desiccated remains of civilization. What will tear them apart first—their suspicions or their enemies?
Beg for Mercy – Fate’s Vultures #2
Choosing a side has never been so dangerous…
An assassin by trade, a loner by nature, Mercy is sent to infiltrate the Cartels and unmask
the identity of their new silent partner. Instead, she discovers a darker plan threatening to crumble the entire Southwest and ends up with a hefty bounty on her head. Still, she’s determined to stop the impending attack at any costs, even if it means partnering up with a member of the notorious Fate’s Vultures.
After enduring a brutal, blood soaked lesson on the savagery of civilization’s scavengers, Havoc is well acquainted with the consequences of battling predators. But as a member of the nomadic band of arbitrators known as Fate’s Vultures, he’s determined to cement the necessary allies to oust the biggest threat looming on the horizon. When an enigmatic woman crosses his path, her secrets and troubling loyalty light the fuse on an unexpected craving and his insatiable curiosity.
In order to trap a common foe and derail an impending threat, Havoc and Mercy must turn the tables to hunt a predator. Can an assassin and a mercenary find their balance on the thin line of loyalty, or will it snap under the weight of their wary hearts
Sounds exciting, don’t they? Just to make it easy to build your TBR pile:
Lying in Ruins – Fate’s Vultures #1
- Escape Publishing: http://www.escapepublishing.com.au/product/9781489245656
- Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lying-Ruins-Jami-Gray-ebook/dp/B06XS9BSVF
- Amazon AUS: https://www.amazon.com.au/Lying-Ruins-Fates-Vultures-Jami-ebook/dp/B06XS9BSVF
- Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lying-in-ruins-jami-gray/1126450833
- iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lying-in-ruins/id1239412414?mt=11
- Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/lying-in-ruins
Beg for Mercy – Fate’s Vultures #2
- Escape Publishing: http://www.escapepublishing.com.au/product/9781489255198
- Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Mercy-Fates-Vultures-Jami-Gray-ebook/dp/B076C9JX8X
- Amazon AUS: https://www.amazon.com.au/Mercy-Fates-Vultures-Jami-Gray-ebook/dp/B076C9JX8X
- Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beg-for-mercy-jami-gray/1127273688
- iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/beg-for-mercy/id1301645100?mt=11
- Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/beg-for-mercy-11
Here we are a new year and new blog tour. This time I’m going to try to get in at the beginning and stay all year!
Favorite happy places? Of course, New Mexico. the open skies and unlimited vistas make my heart happy
I’m also happy with friends, often at dog shows, such as Pueblo Colorado
Just getting to the show can be an adventure, especially when the weather is beautiful
And then there are the times and places when I’m just enjoying my dogs being silly
Because my favorite happy place is wherever I am. Life’s pretty much too short to fuss about not being somewhere when you can be having such a good time being where you are.
Especially when your sky looks like this.
Back to writing. Enjoy your life.