Wednesday Randomness: Best and Worst – Writing Process


This week we’re sharing a new feature – Best & Worst. It’s not the best and worst for everyone, but what is best and worst personally for the blogger. For example, this week we’re talking Best & Worst Writing Process. So I’m going to share what writing process is the worst for me, and what is the best.

So I’ll start with…The whole “vomit the first draft” thing. For those unfamiliar, it’s the idea that you just write the first draft without fixing anything – you just write it all out…word vomit. This does not work for me. I know, for some people, this is awesome and works super well for them. I am not one of those people. I get incredibly anxious and frustrated, and it actually makes it difficult to write at all.

Now for what works best for me.¬†I think a lot about the main characters. And, I mean, a lot. About them, their motivations, their familys, their lives. I don’t write all of this down. I will jot some notes down, especially if something is going to factor heavily into the story, but that’s it. It’s really just me, spending some time with the characters, getting to know them.

I outline my stories. Now, by outline I don’t mean tons of pages with every detail (that process isn’t the WORST for me but it’s a close second. Long outlines with every minute detail makes me feel as though I’ve already written the book at that point.) My style of outline is a list of the big moments. Things that absolutely have to happen to get my characters from the beginning to their happily ever after at the end. For series that have an overarching story arc through several books, the outline is a bit more detailed but not much.

Once I have that, I start writing, working my way to that first big moment, then the next, then the next. I try to be flexible, because some of the best moments in my books, in my opinion, were when the story or characters veered off of my intended path. That’s when I start talking to myself.

The answer to that, sadly, is yes, yes, we do.

It’s not a complex process, but it works for me. A bit of structure – a wee roadmap with all the main points on it – and some flexiblity to accept and work with the sidetrips my brain (aka story and characters) take me on.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: January 2018 Brain Dump

This is likely to be all over the place. Lots going on. It was a snow day today, so my quiet day of working and writing quickly disappeared.

I’m still desperately trying to find the balance in life. Some days, I think I’m getting closer, but other days… Like now, mostly what I’m thinking about is how behind I am on pretty much everything.

The hubby is traveling again, so I’m taking another trip on the single parent train. It’s not too bad, though, with 2 of the kids driving – drastically cuts back on my running around. And the oldest just got his own car, so that helps even more. But it’s still not easy when he’s gone…not just because of day-to-day logistics…

BUT…after he gets home, I’m running away. I’m going to be in Michigan for a bit – which includes invading Bronwyn’s house, likely driving her family nuts, and getting to see some of my other fave people, including some of the other Wed bloggers. I can’t wait. I need the break away from everyday craziness, the chance to see friends I don’t get to see often enough, and the time to just write without other things pulling at me.

I’m having conflicting feelings about the fact my oldest is turning 21 in a week. He’s a great guy, and I’m so proud of him, and I feel like I’ve done something good and right in this world when I see the man he’s becoming, but omg, my baby is turning 21 – how is that even possible?

So, yeah, that’s what’s been on my mind. I need to play catch-up tomorrow, so I’m going to sign off and get my ass to bed. ūüôā


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa
Kellie St. James | Kris Norris
Siobhan Muir | Torrance Sené

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #24

My flash fic is late. Boo. Past few days have been rough (mostly insomnia o.O) so I decided to choose some positive self-care and put myself to bed early the other night…and do my flash fic later. And I’m much better for it, so wooot #teamselfcare!

This week’s prompt, as always, is in bold in the story.


Cassie opened the fridge and pulled the chocolate cake from the top shelf. She’d made the stupid thing for Ryan, becasue it was his favorite, to celebrate his promotion at work. That was before she’d heard from her sister – who had heard from his sister – that he’d planned on ending things with her. Apparently, his parents had convinced him that Cassie wasn’t right for him.

She snorted as she straightened. She’d known they wouldn’t like her and Ryan going from friends to something more – not after “the scandal” – but she’d honestly thought Ryan would last more than a fucking week of officially dating before questioning things…and here they were – less than a week, and he was breaking it off.

Well, fuck that. She’d allow herself however long it took to demolish this cake to wallow, then she had to move on. And make better fucking choices. Because this last one? She wasn’t just losing a boyfriend, but the boy who’d taken her hand in kindergarten and claimed her as his best friend forever.

Who was she kidding? She was going to need more cake. Because moving on was going to take a helluva long time. She wasn’t even sure it was possible. How do you move on from losing someone who starred in twenty-five years of your life?

“Starting without me?”

Cassie yelped, the fridge door slamming shut as she spun around, fumbling to keep the cake from dropping. Ryan leaned against the doorframe, the corner of his mouth tugged up in that blasted half-smile that never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she blurted.

He tilted his head to the side, brow furrowed. “Thought we were celebrating tonight?” he said slowly. “Did I get it wrong?”

She blinked. Stared. Then blinked again. “But you… Joanna told Beth…” She snapped her mouth shut and inhaled through her nose. “You broke up with me.”

“Really?” he drawled, pushing away from the doorjamb. “Funny…I don’t remember doing that.”

“Well, you’re going to.” She frowned. “Aren’t you?”

He shook his head, mouth twitching into a smile, again. “What have I told you about listening to our sisters? Never ends well, sweetheart.”

“So, your parents didn’t try to convince you not to see me anymore? That being associated with my family would be- Hey!” she exclaimed as he slowly moved toward her.¬†“Take one step closer to me, before you explain yourself, and I swear to God, I’ll…I’ll…she held the cake up threateningly, “I’ll¬† drop this cake! I’ll do it! Don’t test me!”

His stride didn’t even falter.

“I mean it, Ry!”

“Fuck the cake.” Stepping up to her, he met her gaze as he lifted his arm and knocked it against hers.

She watched the cake drop, watch it explode across the floor and splatter on their feet and lower legs. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d break up with you. Don’t you get it, yet? I don’t care what my parents say. I don’t care what either of our families say or even think. I don’t care that your dad embezzled millions and ran away and caused ‘the scandal’. All I care about, all that matters, is you and me.” He cupped her face gently. “Cass, you’re my best friend, and I love you. I’ve loved you since we were five, for fuck’s sake. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”

Her eyes burned, and her breathing hitched. “I love you, too,” she managed.

He grinned then leaned down. When his mouth settled over hers, everything seemed to slot back into place – everything was good, again. Except…

When he pulled back, she glanced down at the chocolate mess they were practically standing in. “It’s your favorite,” she murmured.

“Nah.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “You are.”


Bronwyn Green  | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa
Kris Norris |Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: Wordless Wednesday

Reclaiming My Writing Corner (goodbye, Christmas tree), Cleaning Stresses the Dog, Cold Travels, Lazy Days and Wha??


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa | Kris Norris
Paige Prince | Siobhan Muir |  Torrance Sené

Wednesday Randomness: The Most Rebellious Thing I Did While Growing Up

Well, this post is going to be a short one… LOL I was far from the perfect child, but I didn’t really do a whole lot of rebellious things. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with something for this post/topic and kept drawing a blank.

I didn’t sneak out, didn’t drink or do drugs or do any wild or crazy things. You’d be more likely to find me hanging out at home with my nose in a book.

I did think of one time, finally…but I don’t know if it super rebellious and is probably quite tame compared to most people’s most rebellious thing. LOL

The summer I was sixteen, I was hanging with some friends, and we decided we wanted to go swimming. But it was late and the state park we wanted to go to was closed. Now, why we didn’t go to one of the other parks, that didn’t lock up (even if they were technically closed) or hit a random beach – because there were plenty of places to choose from around there. But no, we decided we really wanted to go to the state park (too long ago to remember our exact reasoning *snort*)

So we drove out there, parked on the side of the road and hiked through the trees, hopped the fence and snuck through the park to the beach. And had a great time, skinny dipping in dark.

So there you go….not very crazy or particularly rebellious, I know, but it’s all I have!


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa

Wednesday Randomness: Favorite Writing Advice

Happy Wednesday. ūüôā

Today we’re talking about our favorite writing advice. Very time appropriate because I needed the reminder – life is pretty chaotic at the moment with things that are so far out of my control I just have to roll with it. So that’s what I’m doing, and longingly thinking about the annual writing retreat next month.

Okay… writing advice. Here are the three peices of advice, which pretty much run along the same lines, that have taken up residence in my brain. And have often when I’m having a hard time. (Excuse the f-bomb…but it’s necessary in my gray matter, honest)

So, yep, all of that is on repeat, right now. And I need to listen and get some writing done. ūüôā


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa

Wednesday Randomness: Top 10 Things I Learned From My Parents

I’ve learned so much from my parents, too much to fit into a top ten list and some hard to put into words.But I’ll attempt to do that for ten of’em. ūüôā

 Family first. Always.

Work hard. Do your part.

Marriage is work. But you love each other…it’s worth it.

You have to be a parent first, not a friend. If you’re really lucky – and I am – the friend part comes later in life.

Don’t make a mistake worse by lying about it.

Love of reading. Because reading is awesome.

Some of the best times are the simplest – like sitting around a camp fire, just talking.

Be respectful and kind.

I can only control my actions and how I react to others.

I am loved. Unconditionally.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa | Kellie St. James | Paige Prince

Wednesday Randomness: What would be the title of my memoir? And why?

Seriously, I’m getting that frame and putting it on my wall. LOL Mostly because, no matter the successes, the failures, and everything in between, I try. Despite things blocking my way,¬†I try. No matter how many times¬†I stumble, I try. Even when that stumble leads to a spectactular face-plant, I try. Even when it’s my own mind trying to push me down, I try.

So¬†all joking – and tongue-in-check mock cover – aside, I’m damned proud of that fact.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease
 Jessica De La Rosa | Kellie St. James

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #15

For today’s Promptly Penned, I once again ventured into¬†the world of my serial.

For those interested, here are links for the other flash fiction peices that are kinda connected/set in that world:

The Lies Begin
Lying in Wait
Lying to Myself
The Lies We Tell
The Choice Lies Before You 
“Little Heaven” (Song Fic)¬†
Uncertainty
Promptly Penned #9

And the link to the chapters of the serial: Your Lies

This story isn’t about the hero or heroine of the serial but a follow up to a couple of flash fiction pieces I did from this world.

Awakening (from Male #1’s POV)
“Iowa” (from Male #2’s POV)

For this piece, I’m back in Male #1’s POV. So here we go… (Actual prompt is in bold)


I watched Maddock walk out of the apartment we shared and silently counted in my head.

1…

2…

3…

4…

“I can’t believe he’s going out with that Magical Sympathizer. Again.” Mark¬†practically spat the words as he flopped onto the sofa next to Kevin, who nodded.

Fuck, he hadn’t even made it five seconds. God, I hated him. Hated being here, pretending to be one of them. Hated that I had to sit here with not only a straight face but an agreeable one as they spewed anti-magic bullshit. All the while my magic skittered beneath my skin, aching to lash out, to take them out before they could do more harm to those like me.

“Chill out,” Nick said, strolling in from the kitchen. “He’ll lose interest soon enough.”

And him… My magic wanted to do so much more to Nick Collins. It wanted to squeeze the life out of him, slowly. Slowly enough he suffered. Just as Molly had suffered, just as the life had been squeezed out of her…by him.

I inhaled deeply and shoved my magic down. Because now was not the time. It would come, soon enough, but I hadn’t spent the last years carving out my place in this group to let it all go to waste by acting impulsively. Luckily, Nick wasn’t here¬†often, so it wasn’t always so difficult to control myself and the power that lived within me. Though, fuck, even without him around, it was getting harder and harder to live like this.

“But he’s not focusing,” Mark argued. “He’s starting to question what we’re doing. She’s filling his head with ideas that go against everything we’ve been working toward. ¬†Fucking Magic Users and their Sympathizers. Shouldn’t even be allowed here.”

“Or anywhere,” Kevin added vehemently. “Abominations. All of them.”

I fought not to sneer at him – or throw him across the room with a flick of my wrist. They were the abominations. The monsters. And they needed to be stopped.

“She’s just a piece of ass, playing hard to get. And once she gives it up, he’ll move on.” Nick sat in the chair across from me. “He’ll do what he needs to do. Besides, going home for the long weekend will help set him straight.”

“True,” Mark said with a laugh. “Daddy and Mama Roberts sure as hell aren’t going to put up with their baby boy crossing lines.”

I forced myself to chuckle along with them as my stomach clenched painfully and my head throbbed. Again. More and more, I fought against horrible headaches. The result of suppressing my magic and from little to no rest.¬†– I might¬†be able to push my magic down and hide what I was, but I couldn’t stop the visions from coming while I slept. In fact, they seemed to come more frequently the longer I muzzled my magic and kept it deep inside. But there was nothing for that. It¬†was necessary. For the greater good. And it was a small price to pay to do what was right. That’s all I ever really¬†wanted. That and making my sister’s killer pay. I had to accomplish the first before I could see to the second.

The short break from classes would help. The people who thought they were my friends believed I was going home while I’d told my parents I was staying near¬†campus, to swamped with schoolwork to come before the longer break over the holidays. In reality, I was going somewhere I could be myself. Somewhere I didn’t have to hide. Somewhere I could loosen the hold on my power and let it free.

The pain in my head ratcheted up a notch at the mere thought of my parents. I loved and hated them in equal measure. They were good parents, for the most part, always good to me and my siblings. But I loathed their weakness. When I looked at them all I saw was a¬†foolish pair who¬†blindly accepted and followed¬†the anti-magic movement. And all the while, unbeknownst to them, two of their children had the very thing they, with their passivity, helped oppress and persecute. To be honest, the¬†reason I still maintained contact with them was because of my little brother. He showed no signs of having¬†magic, but my powers hadn’t awakened until I was in high school – the night Molly was murdered. So I would watch Owen and keep him safe.

And there was the fact¬†it solidified my cover as someone who was strongly anti-magic¬† to remain the good son, so I’d keep doing that as long as I needed to. No matter how hard it was.

I focused¬†on¬†the conversation around me, and quickly tuned the hateful words and ranting out again. I bit back a sigh and shifted into more comfortable position. Only three more days of this. Three more days of pretending, of hiding, of doing what needed to be done. Then…then…I could be me. Even if it was only for a short time. It would be enough. I would make it be enough because it couldn’t be otherwise. The work I had to do was far too important.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa | Kris Norris