Thursday, September 25, 2014

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Speaking of burlap bags and unsightly protrusions...

Back again with the latest segment of...
Random Quotes and Tidbits.


Random Courting the Flame Quote

Another one of my favorites: Page 21


“Maybe you could tell me something about the gallery so I know what I’m getting into,” my tongue continued, completely disconnected from my brain.

His smile was downright unsettling. “I’d like that.”

And now, onto another Diana DeCameron tidbit: 

Journaling—it’s something that I absolutely love to do, especially these days with my schedule as crazy as it is. There just never seems to be enough hours left in my day for a full-fledged writing session. I’m talking an alone-in-my-computer-room, devoid-of-distractions, free-to-think-and-create-without-guilt…writing session. I suppose it would be different if writing were my fulltime job…but alas, as of this point in time, it is not. And so, as my children get older I’ve had to get creative about getting creative. Journaling just seems to be the perfect solution.

No matter where we are, whether I’m alone or with my family, it takes no time at all to pull out my journal (which I always carry with me) and jot down ideas, observations, story starters, and one of my favorite pastimes…100-words-or-less "flash fiction" journal entries. I’ve actually started to accumulate quite a few of them, two of which I will share with you today.

Actually, both of today’s offerings were used to prove a point to my boys. We were out on the boat fishing when, as usual, I pulled out my journal. With furrowed brow, my oldest son said, “What could you possibly find to write about here? Now?!” We were floating along the Susquehanna River as we so often do on Sunday afternoons. I said, “Dear boy…there is always something to write about!” And to prove my point, I used the next sentence to come out of my husband’s mouth to begin my next 100- words-or-less "flash fiction" offering which…goes something like this.

 “That takes care of that! It’s on the bottom of the river now.” A layer of mist closed in upon the place where the man with the greasy black hair made his offering to the muddy waters. Somewhere in the distance, a train whistle blew. He squinted into the gloom. “We need to get moving or we’re never going to make our next drop off.”

A hunched-over figure to his left growled, low and deep. The greasy-haired man wrapped the ends of a burlap bag around his grimy fingers and flung the stained bag over his shoulder.

Both of my boys perked up once I finished writing and sharing this offering with them—an entry that I’d created using something as benign as, “It’s on the bottom of the river now,” as my jumping off point. They continued to fish, of course, but this time they both requested that I, “Do it again, Mom!” With a chuckle, I obliged.

Same deal with number two. When no one was paying attention, I used the next line to come out of my husband’s mouth as my jumping off point. This offering, however, took on a much different vibe. If you will, please allow me to introduce you to...offering number two.

Perfect!” Gregory leaned into the mirror rubbing at this latest addition to take root in the middle of his forehead.

Chuck struggled to maintain composure. “It’s h-h-hardly noticeable.”

Gregory swung back to the mirror. “Maybe I could try to cover it with something.”

“Like what?! A sock?!” His friend collapsed to the floor gasping between chortles.

Gregory grimaced, lightly touching the base of the unsightly protrusion.

“Believe me…” Chuck fought for air, “you got off easy. You should see what she did to Ozzy.”

Both boys turned toward the open window, the unmistakable sound of a donkey braying in the distance.

Both of my sons burst into a fit of the giggles when I shared this one. Their take was that someone had cast a spell on poor Gregory and that perhaps he now had a horn growing out of the middle of his forehead. I’m sure an adult might have a different hypothesis (waggles eyebrows), but that’s precisely the beauty of these sorts of free-writing activities. As the composer, you fully realize the value of “less is more,” and as a reader…well, you get to fill in the missing pieces to the story. At this point, both of my boys dropped their fishing poles and asked if they could try their hands at “journaling.” And to me, that was the highlight of my afternoon.

So…I’m going to continue to journal every chance I get, and I’m going to make a concerted effort to share my entries with you whenever possible. Oh! And just to keep you posted as to where I’m at with the sequel to Courting the Flame. I have finally finished writing the manuscript for "Chloe’s story" (actual title to be shared at a later date). At this point, the manuscript has been handed over to my dear friend, mentor, and editor Claudia Suzanne for her thoughts and input, and from there we will begin the tedious process of editing. Wish me luck!       

As always…
Until we meet again, make it a great week!

Oh, and more Quotes and Tidbits to come.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Back again with the latest segment of...
Random Quotes and Tidbits.

Random Courting the Flame Quote

Another one of my favorites: Page 66

“I have my own money if I want to buy it.”
“Maybe,” he said, hooking two fingers under my chin and tugging my face gently toward his, “but I’ve had much more practice spending mine.”

And now, onto another Diana DeCameron tidbit:

She’s back! (cue the Psycho strings) No really…I feel like I’ve been away for like (counts on fingers) nine months. Perhaps that’s because I’ve been away for like…(confirms finger count) nine months! Please allow me to explain...and no, I didn't give birth to a set of twins, LOL. 1. I have a day job that required me to complete 36 Graduate Credits in the span of a few months. Somehow I did it while at the same time holding down said full time job, raising two boys, being a wife, and managing a very hectic household. 2. My uterus and I had a major disagreement. Ultimately it came down to this…one of us had to go. I’d like to say it was a tearful goodbye, but in the end I wasn’t the least bit sorry to see her go. Translation? I had major surgery and was laid up for four weeks.

Today, however, is a new day! A beautiful day. The sun is shining and the birds are singing. In addition to all of that wonderfulness, at precisely 4:30 this afternoon I turned (cue the fanfare) forty-five! Sure I have more wrinkles, more grey hair, more cellulite...but who cares. I'm still here and I have much to be thankful for. So to celebrate this momentous (at least in my mind) event, I have officially given myself permission to resume my other life—the life of a paranormal romance novelist.

In all honesty, the worst part about having to struggle through all those graduate credits was the fact that I had to deprive myself of my creative outlet. Bottom line? There are only so many hours in a day. Unfortunately, every minute of every day had been spoken for these past few months. The way I look at it now is that I’m a free woman! (rubs hands together) A free woman with a keyboard. (waggles eyebrows) A free woman with a keyboard who hasn’t added so much as a word to her work-in-progress since last August. I know. Right?!

So…where am I at with said work-in-progress, the sequel to Courting the Flame? At last count, I’m at around 75,000 words. I would be lying if I said my leading lady hasn’t been a bit perturbed with me. I mean, I did leave her in the most precarious situation forever while I tried to sort through my life. In my defense, however, I did feel that it was imperative to regain some sort of control over my own existence before I could sit down and listen to what she had to say. Anyone who’s read Courting the Flame understands what having a conversation with Chloe Stuart can be like. Now turn yourself into me and experience what it’s like to have her living in your head. (Chester Cheetah head shake) All that said, I am beyond ecstatic that she has chosen my already mixed up brain to inhabit. I really do love the girl. Truly. She's a one-of-a-kind character with a one-of-a-kind story, and I can't wait to share it with you.

Speaking of which, I do need to get back to her. You see, Chloe's in the midst of battling her way through a major—Blink. Blink, blink. Hmmm. (Narrows eyes) Suddenly, I have the strangest urge to drink Chamomile tea while meditating. (drums fingers on computer desk) Chloe?! Please tell me you're not going to require me balance on my head again. Chloe? Chloe?!  
As always…
Until we meet again, make it a great week!

Oh, and more Quotes and Tidbits to come.