Headphones was an experiment, a story written in "snapshots", a serial, a comic in word form-- call it what you will. It ran for one year plus one day-- January 1st of 2015 to January 1st of 2016. It was the story of a group of friends who took in a damaged girl and helped her find herself. But on the way, she helped them fill the holes in their own lives. I've pulled it now with the hopes of rewriting it into a book. Each day was matched with a music video and each month's mixes are still here. So if you've stumbled in, enjoy the music, and hopefully I'll be able to post updates occasionally!


Monday, May 22, 2017

Word Count Check-In

Last week's count is better at 4716 words but still not quite where I want it to be, especially considering I wanted the first draft of this manuscript complete by the end of May. Setting new goals and shooting for the end of June! (Easy-peasy lemon-squeezy!) Anyway, my goal for the completed MS is between 53--55K and I'm over 40K now, so that much is tracking.

An excerpt from Chapter 13:

“CariƱo, I need to use the facilities. Come with me.” It wasn’t that I needed to use the restroom so much as I needed a break from Ryan. The man wasn’t a total ass, but I could see that he over-shadowed Cherry and I began to understand his lack of confidence. He had littered the afternoon’s conversations with subtle corrections and dismissals that he never threw David’s way. I had the feeling it was an old habit, something that went back to when they were first together. I could easily see Cherry, in his early twenties, as being shy and unsure. And I could equally see Ryan as being the type to take the hesitant young man under his wing. He wasn’t intentionally mean or condescending, but it was undermining Cherry’s confidence, even now. It had to stop.
“We’re a bit old to go to the bathroom together, don’t you think?” Cherry said, even as he followed me.
“Probably.” I’d noticed the family restroom when we came in, and I grabbed Cherry’s wrist and pulled him in with me.
He gasped in shock and twisted away from me. “Hey, we can’t be in here. Isn’t this for people with kids?”
“No one’s using it, so I think it’s okay,” I said as I shoved him against the door harder than I meant to, and his head hit the wood with a thud. “Sorry,” was all I said as I covered his mouth with my own, swallowing his reply, feeling the vibration against my lips. Then he was kissing me back. His hand traveled up my back to twist into my hair, pulling as he twined his fingers in where it was thickest at the back until his nails were scratching against my scalp. I moaned at the sensation and pressed my body into his. He took charge and ravished my mouth, almost aggressively, and I wondered how much of this was a ‘fuck you’ to Ryan. To say I didn’t care would be an overstatement. I really didn’t care why he was kissing me like this, just as long as he didn’t stop sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. His vanilla scent filled my head as the taste of the wine he’d been sipping filled my mouth.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

E & F Exerpt

The inspiration for this story was very simply built around a campfire-- the idea of cuddling up with someone you love as you watch the flames. I brought it into Headphones in the form of a fireplace. It's literal in Embers and Flame, obviously!

"Was it some kind of ancestral instinct to build a fire, even as the remains of the sun’s heat rose all around us from where it had been stored in the dirt and the asphalt and the rocks? I watched the flames as they flickered their dance, eventually settling down to embers, cracking and sending sparks into the air like tiny firework displays."

Monday, May 15, 2017

E & F Update

If it was a perfect world, I'd work steadily every day and finish this mammer-jammer by the end of the month. So very much not going to happen. I'll probably be lucky to finish it by the end of June. But we can always dream. I have noticed I work well with the NaNo challenges, but I think maybe it's because I keep track of my progress. If I have proof of progress, I keep my motivation up. To that end, I decided to keep track of my words each day. Total for last week was 3064 words, which averages 437 a day. Not where I want to be, but I had a couple of low-count days. I PDFed the first 12 chapters and put them on my Kindle, just so I could read without stopping to edit. And... maybe it's not a total disaster. My goal with this novel was to be a light romance, and I think I'm hitting that. It's harder than it looks!

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Embers and Flame Update

It's going slow, but there are moments when I don't hate it.

(from Chapter 12)

Ben wrapped his arms tighter around me and I could tell there was something else, something that was bothering him, but I didn’t push. It would come when he was ready. He tilted his head and kissed me, sweet and slow, and the damp lake air enfolded us, cocooning us in its heat. When he broke the kiss, his words were shaky and he kept his eyes closed. “But is it just Daryl, or do they all wonder who’s the man? When they look at us together, are they trying to figure out who tops?” Even in the dark, I could see the shine of his eyes when he finally opened them. “They think this is just sex, that you’re some blowjob genius and I’m bending you over and... They can’t see it as something real.”
I hooked my thumbs into Ben’s belt loops. “Oh, my dear, no. I don’t think that’s true. And even if they do, it’s just because it’s a new idea to them, you liking dick. Honestly, I’m amazed at how well it’s going. I never expected…”
Ben tightened his grip around my ribs when I paused, “What didn’t you expect?”
“For you to be so open about it? For a group of rednecks to be so accepting?”
Ben relaxed as he laughed. “Are you calling my friends rednecks?”
I grinned to let him know I was joking, but kept my voice serious. “Sure. I’ll bet they play Garth Brooks and Johnny Cash on the jukebox every Saturday night.”
“I’ll have you know they’re all into Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Spice Girls like any red-blooded boy of the ‘90s should be!” His mock offense had me chuckling and I felt his mood lift as if it were a physical thing.
I kissed him, a quick peck. “Ready to go back? I think we have a ritual to finish.”
“Oh, yeah. That ritual. And just how does that work?” he asked as he took my hand and started walking back towards our metal love shack.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Buzzing In My Brain


I follow Romance Writer Chat on Twitter. It's a chat that happens every Sunday night and I enjoy the thoughts and ideas of other authors. This last Sunday, the moderators focused on Author Newsletters and Blogs. It's interesting and something I hadn't given much thought to, simply because I haven't published yet. But now I'm thinking it's something I should consider. I find time seems to be the biggest factor in my life at the moment. But who knows what the future brings!

It's just a note, but it kind of goes along with this. I have a handful of small blogs that I don't keep up with well anymore and I've been giving thought to combining them., but then there will be no main theme, just willy-nilly bits and pieces of my life. At the same time, I've given thought to including book reviews. So maybe a combined blog/newsletter format might be more manageable. Argh!