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The Box

My dear friend Raine has issues with the box. You know the ones that are “genre specific”. Well, here are the few I wish weren’t so set in stone and some that I wish were a little more accepted.

1. Single mother who isn’t a widow.

2. Long-term releationships that just didn’t work out. The ex didn’t beat or cheat on her, making him the eternal bad guy and woe is the heroine.

3. If she had sex with more than one guy they were all bad guys or those relationships are skimmed over or it was BAD sex.

4. If she’s overweight her first experience sucked or she’s just had one experience.

5. The hero is a ho, but the heroine’s Glittery Hoo-Ha will change him and he won’t cheat on HER.

6. Just stop saying the man’s teeth flashed. PLEASE.

7. He’s a felon, but he didn’t do the crime or it was for an honorable reason.

I guess what I want are people who aren’t so perfect. A little more complexity. Let me sink my teeth into a character who I can’t just say they’re good or bad. Let me decide through the story. Here’s some books that I’m talking about:

Agnes and The Hitman
Once a Thief
Smoke Thief

So on and so forth.

Now tell me which genre rules would you like to see less of or what type of stories would you like to see more of.


August 29, 2008 at 3:40 pm 10 comments


In the nine years I’ve been a parent I’ve had to apologize to my parents on numerous occasions. The stories I’ve heard about myself as a child raised my the hairs on the back of my neck. Most times it just starts to make sense. I had one of those moments yesterday.

A little backstory…

My sister and I, at a tender of age of YOUNG loved this song by Changing Faces. R. Kelley produced it, but this was before the scandal broke out. (Heck, the Aaliyah scandal could have still been going on.)

We were in the car one day singing the innocent words, “Do I mind if I stroke you up? Do I mind if I stroke you down? All through the night.”

My parents turned with horror on their faces. “You can’t sing that song.”

“Why?” we asked in protest.

“You just can’t.”

At the time I didn’t understand.

Of course until my son was running around the house singing, “Ya, Trick, Ya.”

It’s really a song. I had to explain to my son he couldn’t sing that song anymore. “But why?”


Mom and Dad I formally apologize….

August 28, 2008 at 3:08 pm 7 comments


You know I think I might have split personalities or maybe manic depressive when it comes to writing. One day I’m up. My writing is brillant. I’m a genius. The next day MY WRITING SUCKS. Who do I think I am? What made me think this might be a viable career? And these characters…don’t get me started.

And then of course the next day I’m a literary genius.

Go figure. I’m having one of these days. I’m sure I’m going to have a rocking writing time later, but it’s sitting my butt in the chair and letting the words come. Be it crap or golden or golden crap.

I think a lot of it has to do with I have someone waiting at the other end of this ms. My career as a writer won’t be over, but if I don’t do well I’m going to miss a great, great, great opportunity.

Again, I ask what made me think this might be a viable career?

Because I love it isn’t washing today. And I know I’m not the only writer to deal with these feelings. So, I’m just going to tell myself I Am a Great Writer and slink back into the shadows.

August 27, 2008 at 4:28 pm 6 comments


So, research, a drool worthy man–heck, just the drool worth man–should have left me exhausted. Nope. I’m on a roll and I’d rather not stop it. I think my writing mojo is making up for lost time. Thank you writing Gods.

I now have a sucknopsis done. 4 pages double-spaced. The longest sucknopsis I’ve ever written. It will stay as is until I finish the story. I also have blurb. I also wrote 3 pages in the my notebook. I’m thinking my characters aren’t going to meet until the beginning of chapter to. In romance, especially a novella, they should meet in the first few pages. I’ll angst about that later, because the words are coming, so who cares.

Because you read this far here’s the shoddy blurb I slapped together*it’s way too long. I’ll angest about that later too*:

Hazel Garvey doesn’t like to think of herself as a workaholic, but then again she gets her home mail sent to her job. It’s how she ends up reading the Spam mail that promises her “We’ll provide everything you need”. Right. Like giving her back the spark in a career she used to love—and a woman does have needs. The Spam letter gets more promising after Hazel’s boss tells her a vacation is in order or else. A surprising demand since she’s the top Interior Designer for their company. She must be bad off. Hazel grudgingly takes the vacation and the offer for a month long—free—stay on a secluded island. This break from her interior designing career needs to work or she’ll be in the unemployment line.

Brice Creed is already standing in that unemployment line after getting sacked from his last job. Being raised in a large family has at least given him the ability to have a plan B, which for him is starting his own renovating business. How he’ll make enough money is still a little fuzzy. Then opportunity knocks in the form of a woman who can change his life—Hazel Garvey, Interior Designer to the Gods. If she can decorate his house he’ll be swimming in enough money to start his own business. Now all he has to do is convince her.

Yes, way to long.

Other than that how’s your Monday going?

August 25, 2008 at 3:36 pm 6 comments


Besides the fact 120 pages is beyond doable, I’m doing research for deserted islands, interior designing and men you ruin keyboards over because you can’t stop the drool.

Here’s where I’ll be, mentally, for the next month and a half.

It’s natural to envy me. Just don’t throw tomatoes. I’m allergic.

August 24, 2008 at 7:47 pm 6 comments


Yes, I finished a book last night. I know. It’s insane, I should be resting. I will, but I needed to find my hero. I’ll be writing an interracial romance. A first for me. I needed to see him in my head and on paper. Mainly, I needed to know why my character would stop and look at this man. *Heck, I need to know that for every story I write.* Consider him for more than a passiing glance. And you know have her ovaries sit up and pay attention.

I think I did good. What do you think of Brice Creed?

August 23, 2008 at 10:07 pm 14 comments


That is all I have to say in this post.


August 23, 2008 at 7:36 am 2 comments

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