Posts Tagged ‘romantic comedy’

Stolen Kisses

I recently entered a contest at Yosemite Romance Writers Group, one I’ve been a part of for a couple years, even though I live nowhere near Yosemite. =) They offered a contest called The Smooch, and I recently placed third. Woot! If you click on my Current WIP’s tab and zoom down to Stolen Kisses, you can read the entry.

It’s short, 1500 words.

Enjoy!

=)

carrie

Point of View

When I first starting writing, it was always in first person POV. Everyone loved the story, everyone hated the first person POV.

I couldn’t believe it. My idol, Janet Evanovich writes in first person! But, bowing to those who know better, I wrote my second story in third person POV.

Much better, they said. Now do third person deep.

Pardon?

So, I took a class on POV. Holy moly. Who knew? I deepened my POV in spots, sometimes hitting it on the head, sometimes wandering a bit into left field, but overall giving my stories a much better and personal feel.

AND THEN….

Toni McGee Causey posted a few weeks ago on Romance University.

And I realized I knew nothing.

There’s point of view and there’s what Toni calls persistence of vision. I won’t go into it here, but go read the articles (there’s two of them). It will change how you write.

There’s so much more to POV than first or third, omniscient or deep. You’re actually writing FROM THAT PERSONS point of view.

Again, go read the article. Your eyes will pop wide open. Ahhh….you’ll say. Wow.

Go ahead, jump on over to Romance University. I’ll still be here when you come back and thank me for changing your writing style for the better. Feel free to bring back chocolate. I promise to share with Toni.

Honest.

=)

carrie

Feet First!

I’m going back in to deep waters.

Shark infested.

Boiling, turbulent, roiling waters of….well, you get the idea.

I’m entering contests.

I’ve decided that between now and the infamous 49th birthday, I’m going to enter at least 4 contests.

I’m crazy, I know.

But I do weird things for my birthdays. Hair cuts, colors, new wardrobe choices. Small psychopathic episodes. But you probably don’t want to hear about those. =)

Last year on my birthday, I decided I wanted to be a writer. I took my first class in May, entered 2 contests (you can probably still read my rantings on contests schmontests) and took more classes. And yet more classes.

In September of last year I entered yet another contest, that turned out fairly darn well. 2nd place of 824 contestants. Ya know, just in case you forgot.

I’ve entered a few small ones here in January, but I’m pulling out the big guns and leaping into the fray.

Why do I always have to do something dramatic/life changing on my birthday?

Dunno.

Watch out, next year for the big 5-0 it might be skydiving.

Wanna come with?

=)

carrie

2011 – The year of Publication

So, I suppose waking up on the first day of 2011 with a slight hangover is pretty common.

Waking up with a slight hangover after 6 hours of sleep to find a scary man in a ski mask and snow pants traipsing through your bedroom probably isn’t.

I didn’t scream. Mostly because my mouth was all that you’ve-eaten-cotton-balls-all-night-long kind of dry and my one eye was glued to my pillowcase.

And because after a few seconds of blurry eye blinking I recognized the shadowy shape of the would-be burglar/strangler/possible vampire was my husband.

After my heart started working again, I got up to find our water pump was frozen. It’s 4 degrees here with 45 mph winds. No water, no shower, no toilet.

No fun.

It took a few hours and a quilt that had to be sacrificed to thaw out the water pump, but now we have running water. It took a hot washcloth to unglue my eye but now I can see. It took a cold glass of apple juice to get the blood flowing enough that I could work out.

Welcome 2011.

And further, and much more importantly, welcome 2011 – the year of publication. My goal, when I started writing about a year and a half ago was to either be published, or be on the road to publication by my 50th birthday. I turn 49 on March 21, 2011.

This means it’s time to kick it in the rear. I need to write every day. I need to come up with cohesive plots with plenty of conflict. I need to push myself and yet concentrate.

I need to quit screwing around. =)

So welcome 2011, even if you burst into the bedroom door looking more like the bad guy from campy Batman shows. I’m gonna kick your butt.

=)

carrie

Writer’s Block

I am not, I repeat, not going to whine on and on here about writer’s block.

I’m instead going to whine on and on about writer’s I don’t wanna.

I know, I know. Everyone says “with the holidays coming up, I just don’t have time!”

True enough.

But, I made the time for Nano, even while working 40+ hours a week and holding down two other small businesses I run.

So, what’s so different?

I’ll tell you. I just don’t wanna. Plain and simple, like a three year old being drug to the doctor for shots, I’ve dug my heels in and said I don’t wanna.

I want to write, I really do. But I’m rebelling because I want to write the way *I* want to write, not the way they want me to. Technically, it’s a 48 year old having a pity party.

If you want to be an author, there’s always going to be a critic, an editor, an agent, a person on the street who randomly says it’s good, but if you only fixed this part……if you only wrote this instead…if if if. And if you’re someone who desperately wants to be published you say, fine! I’ll change it!

Or, you have a pity party.

I can tell you the final straw came with subsequent editorial changes, a crit AND the demise of one of my precious kitties. Yes, it was hard knocks all the way around. Bad things, very bad things happened at work and in life in general. And this time, for once, it got me down and held me there.

Last night, I FORCED myself to write. Absolutely forced. It’s drivel. I struggled. I pouted. But I wrote over 800 words. And today I wrote more. And it was better. And this afternoon, I’ll write even more and the words will flow, and I’ll be back to my old self.

Pity Party is over. I don’t wanna is over.

It’s time to get back to work, one step at a time.

carrie

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