Young Adult Romance Vs Adult Romance

I have written both Adult Romance and Young Adult Romance but the writing experience for both are very different. I’ve written three Adult Romance novels, Glimmer of Hope, Blowing The Whistle and Hope Has A Glare. They were fun to write but there seemed to be pressure all through out that the content needed to be deeper, darker, sexier, etc. Those extra details helped form the stories into what I needed them to become but the pressure made the writing process that much harder. 

I just finished writing Hope Has A Glare, the sequel to Glimmer of Hope which I enjoyed for many different reasons but while the foundation was already set, the pressure was intense while writing. It felt as though I wasn’t doing enough, going deep enough into the characters situations or exploring enough in other aspects. And while the pressure helped to reach deeper, make better connections and an extraordinary story it left an unsettling feeling in its wake. I can’t really explain it better than that.

While writing the Young Adult Romance My Night Breeze, it became apparent that this was going to be special. I didn’t know why or exactly what the difference was but I could just feel it. The story was already outlined so it wasn’t that; there was a sense about what needed to happen and how to execute it. I think the word that fits perfectly is innocence. Writing about the time period while were still pure and innocent has it’s own vibe that connects the reader to that time in their lives. 

With My Night Breeze completed, I’ve begun writing the sequel which after writing the Adult Romance was a little bit awkward trying to get back into the groove of another sub-genre however that feeling of specialness came back. I began writing the first chapter and it felt like pixie dust was falling down all around me because my fingers took off without a second thought. I’ve already completed two chapters in one week and at this rate, I could have the entire story finished by week nine.

I wouldn’t say that I prefer to write Young Adult because I have many Adult novels on the way but I’m still astounded by how easy some stories come while others don’t. It just makes it that much more exciting and leaves the door open for growth while pushing through the pressures to create a story that readers can connect to. I’ve never loved writing more than in this moment and I’m sure tomorrow I’ll love it even more.

The Next Book On The List

I have been trying to keep up on reading not just because I enjoy it but my list is ever growing. And there seems to be a strange disconnect between what I want to read, what I purchase to read and what I actually read. My to-be-read list has at least 100 books on the wait list and my ‘want’ to read has pushed me to buy at least 30 books. Here’s the disconnect, my time is limited leaving hardly any time to get in all the reading that I want but my finger- the one who presses “1-Click” for purchases, doesn’t seem to get it. That finger of mine keeps buying all these wonderful books and now when I have to choose just one with my limited time frame, it’s more difficult than it should be.

I know deep down that I will read every single one of them but which to start with? The one with the cover that I like? The one with the author that I love? The one with a paranormal background and adult pretenses? Or the young adult that promised an emotional roller-coaster? Where do I begin? So to cause myself further grief, I’m opening up the floor to all of you. My finger has been clicking away anyway but I’m still unsure of where to start.

If anyone has read an amazing story please let me know. I’d love a long list to look through that my fellow readers have enjoyed fully. My finger would be extremely grateful.

Back To The Writing/Reading Board

I haven’t been blogging as much as I’d like to lately mostly because of the Holidays and working. Now that the Holiday madness has ended and everything seems to be settling down, I’ll have more time to be here. I’ve been steadily working on Blowing The Whistle, getting it edited and the cover is nearly finished. What makes a writer happier than being on time with a story? Being early! There aren’t enough words to express how happy I am for this story to be published.

Now that I have the time, I’m going to be trying to complete the last 25% of Hope Has A Glare as that publishing date will sneak up on me if I don’t start early. I love the weekends especially Saturdays, I don’t ‘have’ to do anything other than sit and write. My personal paradise where reality is what I say it is. We’ve all had moments where we’ve wanted to escape and lately I’ve more than wanted to hibernate in my self-created world.

Late last night I decided that I needed to read something interesting but I didn’t know where to start. My list of books to read is very long. I had heard great things about Beautiful Bastard By Christina Hobbs and Lauren Billings so I gave it a shot…at 10 pm. I managed a quick peak at the clock between chapters and it was almost 1am. I was so engrossed that time meant nothing and my brain/ heart begged me to continue reading. I had to call it quits or I’d be a mess for work today but I plan on finishing it today if possible. I’m already at Chapter 12, 59% says my iPhone and I can’t wait to jump back into the story. TGIF!

Literary Life Vs. Reality

Yesterday was Terrible Tuesday, absolutely everything seemed to go wrong. I was so ready for the day to be over knowing a wonderful dinner was waiting. My mom had decided to get take out for my husband and I, a yummy Southern feast with all of the fixings. As I approached the vehicle with a smile on my face, my husband called to let me know that there was some kind of mix up. There was only enough for one person. I had been thinking about that delicious dinner for the last 2 hours and it wasn’t going to happen.

My husband felt bad knowing the day that I had had and wanted me to have it but I told him to go ahead and eat it. It’d be cold by the time I got home. He reassured me that my mom felt bad and got pizza as a back up. Of course there was no comparison, delicious Southern cooked meal with love threaded throughout to a fast food pizza joint, which would you prefer?

Only to come home and have the smell of gas smack me in the face. Yes, this sounds familiar. Like last year when the furnace went out and I was hiding under the covers. Long story short, I stuffed my face as quickly as I could with pizza before the Gas man arrived. And when the Gas man came he was unable to find anything wrong, when it gets cold out gas rises and looks for any type of small opening to pour out of, aka somewhere in the vicinity of my house.

Terrible Tuesday was doing the running man dance at this point. I was so tired but full and nothing seemed to make me happy. My husband wasn’t pleased with my snippy-ness. I knew he didn’t deserve it but I couldn’t stop, the day had taken it’s toll on my patience. I had to think what would make me tolerable and calm me before going to bed in 20 minutes. I pulled out my favorite go to, my kindle app on my iPhone.

Her Best Friend’s Brother By T. J. Dell was waiting for me with open arms. I dove into the story and was unable to release myself in the designated 20 minutes. To be honest I had planned to go to bed around 9:30pm but with the Gas man fiasco, it was already 10:30pm. Just a little more I thought, so that I can end on a good Chapter to hook me for tomorrow. The next time I looked up it was midnight. I had to get up for 8am so I could prepare for work the next day, so I put the device down and closed my eyes.

I rolled, rolled, rolled, tossed, tossed, tossed and rolled some more before grabbing my iPhone up again and dove back in. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t just let it end on that note of the Chapter. There was too much waiting for me to know, too much excitement ahead. Needless to say that by the time I completed the book it was 1:30am. I knew that I was going to be exhausted for the rest of the day but I had to finish it. If I had to choose between Literary Life vs. Reality.

Literary Life would win hands down.

Doing Too Much At One Time

Thanks to a fabulous friend, I am reading a helpful book about editing/formatting and going to use that information upon my works. Thanks again! 

While reading I have Netflix playing in the background (Behind Mansion Walls; the rich who are killed or kill for the greed/evy/love of money), I don’t like to sit in silence.

And I noticed while flipping the page that the song “Cell Block Tango” from Chicago started playing in my mind until I found myself singing, “He had it coming. He had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If you had been there. If you have seen it. I betcha you would have done the same.” Not only did it fit perfectly for the murder case I wasn’t watching but left me feeling nostalgic with wanting to watch Chicago.

Now I’m determined to finish reading, work on my ‘Shakes’, Hope Series and Destiny Series for a few hours before taking a musical break.

The Stress of Editing

As a writer, we all have talents. Whether we are fabulous story tellers, terrific scene describers or dialogue specialists that ingrain certain conversations into the readers mind for years. With those positive skills leaves the faults. Writers work on sentence structure, showing and not telling, expressing emotions clearly and understandably connecting the words directly to the readers heartstrings. 

Editing is a need and a process. I have learned to take it in small doses. I can’t sit and stare and work on it for hours…without beginning to hate every single word plotted out. And I mean hate….build a bonfire, print out a copy of said works and do a dance while it burns to ash. And only a copy because as soon as the fire dies down, I’m full of Smores and my mind is elsewhere, can I comeback to reality. And start fresh to edit said works.

Instead of going to all that work (even though Smores sound delicious), I’ve learned to take a step back. Pick up a novel and travel to another world for a bit. Maybe travel to Windemere and see what my friend Luke is upto(thanks to Charles E Yallowitz). Or hang out with a new dear friend Jamie Ryder and go for a run(thanks to rbdavis5).

Don’t let the stress of editing take away your love of writing because it is worth it in the end. A quote I read once was, “A real writer never quits.” Not only do I have no plans to quit writing but all the street lights are starting to change from red to green. I’m going to keep it moving. 🙂