Romance writer Anna C. Bowling on writing and reading romance, the search for the perfect nail polish and other pretty things.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
At any rate, I'm in that mood again. Where I turn into an airport dog sniffing around current releases and TBR mountains looking for the right sort of historical romance (pause to hum along with "Hands Clean" which I clicked on since AOL music did not have the song I was looking for. And yes, L, the relationship in the song *is* an icky one; it's supposed to be.) ::sigh:: Add in the fact that my writing for the day is a disjointed mess, and I have to show the scene to my nag group tomorrow night. Nowhere near ready, but it's finally falling into the right place. Which is better than staying a mess, right?
"Flinch." That's the song. Gorgeous.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Hopefully can get some writing or reading done (still on the Small, it's been that little time to read this week . Rats, rats, rats.) There is a change in the wind, notably at our RWA chapter. New people taking on different responsibilities. Well, me at least. Giving someone else a try at what I've been doing. Flyers are not my strong point, I can say that much. B
Hopefully can get some writing or reading done (still on the Small, it's been that little time to read this week . Rats, rats, rats.) There is a change in the wind, notably at our RWA chapter. New people taking on different responsibilities. Well, me at least. Giving someone else a try at what I've been doing. Flyers are not my strong point, I can say that much. Briefly considered kicking self, but that wouldn't do any good, so I'm going to hand them off with a smile. I can do what I can do and that's all that I can do. New challenges and all that.
Started a notebook for The Wild Rover yesterday. Blank book, actually, for notes, maybe new writing when it's time for that. I bought it a few years ago; don't remember how long, but a while. I do that with beautiful blank books. I'll see one, fall madly in love with it, have to buy it, but with no purpose in mind. I take it back home, stick it in the office, and it lets me know when its project has arrived.
This one, with its 18th century handwriting borders, volunteered when I was poking around for something to put said notes in, so I took it up on its offer. It's actually a gardening themed book, with country/semi antique illustrations here and there; it remains to be seen if that will make it into the actual book, but it fits in its own way. Still need to alter the cover. I have a thing about the word "journal" -- don't like it-- so have to cover that, and also the picture of gardening implements on the front. Needs to have something more evocative of the actual book I'll be writing within its pages.
The weekend is going to be packed full, starting with laundry tonight, so while I am carrying my Orphans in the Storm notebook with me, I'm not expecting too much until Monday morning. Though I do have a very good outline for this next patch, so I'm looking forward to that.
All in all, another week, more story.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Actually checked my "official" A Hint of Seduction email, and lo and behold, I had mail. Woohoo. Went through, answered, and some good things look like they could come of it. At the very least, nobody said "go back to retail, you talentless troll" which of course is something that goes through the back of my mind every once in a while. Mind you, I know enough to kick it to the curb as I go on my merry way, but it’s always nice to get mail.
But, writing. Surprised myself by whipping out the blank book in my purse and scribbling through two pages yesterday while waiting for a friend to arrive and whisk me off to church so we could help move from the old building to the new one. Ah, I love being mean to my heroes, and a couple of characters surprised me.
Any writer will know what I mean. That "hey, you guys didn’t tell ME that!" kind of thing, when there you are, writing or typing down the movie that’s playing in your mind, down to the vapour coming out of the horses’ nostrils on a chilly morning, and wham bam, characters start chattering on about stuff that, yes, makes perfect sense, but YOU didn’t think of it. THEY did. Sometimes I think they like tweaking us this way. So, I did the only thing I could do to even the score. Downloaded a lot of things for my Sims. Has nothing to do with writing, but it does restore the balance of power a little.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Good talk on some of the lists and bbs, about writing, different types of books, and the like. This coincides with my current reading, and makes me keep a keen eye out for something that will tickle my fancy when I'm looking for a new book.
Vlad, our resident bat, is back in the window. He first showed up last autumn in late October, and has been a regular when the temperature is cool enough. I did a little research on his particular branch of the bat family tree, and he's a Small (or Little) Brown Bat, most likely a young single male and will probably stay in our window until he chooses a mate. He'll probably live into his 20s, long after we plan to move. It's fun knowing he's there, like autumn can really happen now.
On the writing front, I'm tackling one of those scenes that makes me want to hide under my desk, clutching a box of Mallowmars in one hand and an action figure in the other, muttering something about Zwiebeck. In short, a scene in which my fictional hero meets a real historical figure, in this case, Charles II, his idol. Only this is a real man, not an idealized figure. Good scene, important scene, but the meaningful stuff, while my favourite, always turns me into a chicken.