Hello there, strange-er…people

Yeah, so I believe my last post was entitled And It Emerged From The Depths…  I should have added – Then Slunk Back.

I haven’t posted in recent…months (geez has it been that long?) despite promises to myself (so easily broken – God, I’m in such an unfaithful relationship with my Id, Ego and Super-Ego (who I like to call Fred)).

Okay, so let’s get the excuses over and done with.  Why do bloggers always offer excuses for not blogging?  It’s like apologising for eating all the chocolate cake (something I often do – quietly, so the children don’t find me mwahahaha – I’m so devious).  Ah, anyway, on to my excuses before I run over my word count.

I…

Had a baby (4.110kg/9lbs 1 ounce) which kept me nauseous and exhausted for oh, about 9 months.

Wrote an 80k manuscript whilst being nauseous, exhausted and expectant.

Became a finalist in the RWAustralia Emerald and the San Diego RWA SIRContest.

Was briefly on the run from the police in the Italian Alps in a stolen Veyron (my dream car) with a Faberge egg and a poodle named Alphonse.

Wrote a cantata while learning the harmonica in the Appalachians.

Okay, so I made those last two up.  I loathe poodles and can’t speak Italian, nor play the harmonica.

Suffice to say, I’m back and shall endeavour to be here more often around the needs of  small human people who inhabit my house (as well as the larger hairy one*) and the sequel to my manuscript which is demanding exit from brain onto computer.

I had better go train my Dragon** now, but I shan’t be too far away.  There’ll be a little some-some on my other blog if you’d care to wander over.

*This would be my husband.  I do not have a large hairy house, despite my best endeavours.

**Dragon Dictate that is ; )

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Excuses, excuses…

Yep, I’m about to make excuses for being awol from not only this blog, but my other blog and my writing loop.  Just to make things interesting, I shall be giving a variety of excuses for you, dear reader, to choose from.  Just in case one doesn’t gel with your view of things, you can choose one that might.

So here they are, in no particular order:

The dog ate my laptop. A new spin on an old excuse.  (My dog is definitely big enough to do this).

I came down with an illness that did not allow me to use my fingers, legs or brain.  Sadly, it also precluded me from using any sort of household device that involved cleaning.

I was abducted by extremely attractive aliens with a gorgeous sense of humour and a suggestively shaped *wink* space craft.  Oh what fun we had taunting those nitwits from the Andromeda Galaxy.

The CIA entered my home (and remember,  I don’t live in the US so this highlights the importance I have with this agency) and confiscated all electronic devices.  Including the fish tank filter and the toaster(?).

Due to an error on behalf of the Education Department, I was forced to re-attend primary school for a month.  I failed maths, again.

My muse stole my credit card and went on a round-the-world trip (without me).  I’ve been working with Interpol to track that @#$%! down.

And finally: I’ve been on the run from the authorities after an incident involving a gerbil, a sandwich maker and those idiots from the Andromeda Galaxy.

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A Rose By Another Name…

Shakespeare’s line from Romeo & Juliet, that roses would still smell good even if they were called bum fluff  works well in a tale where everyone dies (almost).  But I wonder, would it have been as romantic if they’d been called Nigel & Mildred?

What’s in a name?  Well that’s my point. I believe character names are particularly important and the connotations we put on them can add a whole new depth to a hero, heroine or villain.

Not necessarily a good one, but sometimes the cause for snickery snorts at any rate.

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The Coffee Compels Me

I just dragged myself through the chapter where I introduce my villain(s).  Ergh – it took me four cups of coffee to make it to the end.

You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to write about someone being slowly torn apart without using the ‘bad’ words (those you’re not allowed to use when writing).  Or repeating ‘bubbling blood, frothing blood, pooling blood’ or any other descriptive involving bloody blood.  By the time I was halfway through I rather thought my ‘shredded organs’ were inspired.

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Short Stories and Other Epics

Hello and welcome,

I’m a writer currently embroiled in my first book, which turned out to be (yes I am cringing) a paranormal romance. Which is ironic really as I dislike the ‘Twilight’ series intensely (like watching a car accident; you know it’s going to be horrific, but you can’t look away.)

Cursed with writer’s block, I finally started a blog.  I’ve been putting it off for months with various lame excuses:

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