If you’re anything like me, you’ve been reading even more than usual to pass the time during this social distancing period. I appreciate all the writers who have been making their work more accessible by lowering prices.
It’s November and another NaNoWriMo is upon us. During the last one, I wrote a novel. Number 3 in the True Hearts series. Where is it? It’s with my beta editor and she’s taking way too long to go through it. It’s not completely her fault. It’s mine for having forgotten about it.
How do I forget about a novel? I started an IT certificate, started writing a new novel, got a new job and moved all within the same couple of months. So yeah, I let that one fall. I’m pretty organized but I don’t have a control-center. I have an appointment book, a school agenda, a work calendar. All these individual things to keep me on track in different parts of my life but nothing that encompasses everything.
Anyway, I’ll nix the beta-editor and find an editor. But none of this is why I started writing this post. No no no. The reason is NaNoWriMo. I have to finish the novel I started several months ago and what a better time than during this month where the creative juices of so many writers are flowing into the universe and every one bands together to support and encourage eachother. So I got off of the witch’s broomstick last night and I’m settling in at my desk for some solid bonding time with my characters.
As an only child, storytelling was a form of entertainment for me. Like every other child, it started with toys having adventures. The toy airplane that flew to my best friends house, the doll that went to school with me, the teddy bear that followed Mom to work. You get it. Eventually, I started writing scripts in copybooks. I was certain when I was eight years old that I wanted to be in the movie business. Hollywood, here I come! Make way for me and my favorite teddy bear.
I discovered reading for pleasure at thirteen. Until then, I’d thought that the movies were the alpha and omega, but it was romantic curiosity that had me reading my first novel. A romance novel, of course. And while I don’t remember the title. I do remember the story because I had expected a romance novel to be about, well, romance. But it was so much more than that. It was actually an adventure into the Catskills as a killer, a convict and a detective vied for survival. It was suspenseful and thrilling and I was hooked. Television and movie viewing took a backseat to reading about interesting characters, their exciting worlds, and their struggles.
So this is what my bedside looks like, right now. Out of those stacks, I’m actively reading:
Ride Wild by Laura Kaye
Takedown Twenty by Janet Evanovich
The Kissing Booth by Beth Reekles
Offside My Life Crossing The Line by Sean Avery with Michael McKinley
How To Be Rich by J. Paul Getty
I would claim that I mostly read romance novels but looking at this list, I realize that I tend to be all over the place. I read a variety of fiction and non-fiction. And I have boxes of books in storage to prove it too.
Did you notice in the above description of World Book Day that writing isn’t mentioned? Am I the only one who thinks that’s strange since you can’t copyright, publish or read what hasn’t been written? But maybe they want to keep the emphasis on what happens after the writing.
I already hinted at the beginnings of my writing career. Out of respect for this special day and UNESCO, I will continue that story in some other blog post. For today, I’m going to leave it here.
What are you currently reading? Have you published or copyrighted anything you’d like to share/promote? Go for it, you have my permission to be shameless. I love hearing from you so leave a comment.
I’m happy to announce that Masks: A Novella is now available in print!
Coversis with a beta editor, who will hopefully, get on with it already! I want to start rewriting as soon as possible. While this is on hold, I have not been wasting time waiting. I’ve started writing book 4.
The main story will go something like this:
By the end of her summer, Rohini will fulfill a promise she made to her grandmother by following Indian traditional marriage customs. But when she discovers her brother in her fiancé’s arms, she flees her grandmother’s city of Mumbai for home, Montreal, Canada. Betrayed and angry, she seeks refuge among friends, but she can’t find the words to tell them what really happened in India. Thankfully, her friend’s big brother gives her a place to heal and regroup. There’s only one problem: everything she does becomes his problem.
By the end of his summer, Ryan will be in the best shape of his life. He’ll blow the competition away at hockey camp in September and earn a spot on a NHL team. He was well on his way to making his childhood dream come true when he let his little sister’s friend move in for a few weeks until he finds a more permanent roommate. He had expected a quite incense burning yoga-loving vegetarian. He got an undisciplined overly dramatic Netflix binger.
His life is like boot camp. Her life is like a Bollywood movie. To call this summer a success, they would have to survive each other.
Definitely a lighter and more romantic plot than my usual trauma surviving dysfunctional family stories.
So how does Book 4 sound? Let me know because you’re the reader.
Exciting news. As promised, I relaunched the digital version of Masks: A Novellathis weekend. It has a beautiful new cover that matches the Secretscover. Now the two books like they are part of the same series. It also got the copyedited it deserved. again. It is now available on Amazon and Smashwords. I’ll let you know when the print version becomes available for the first time ever.
Today, my daughter and I went to the St. Patrick’s Day Parade downtown. It was a first for her. As for me, I haven’t been to one in years. In my younger days, the celebration started at some downtown pub on Saturday night and continued until the bars closed at 3 AM. While some of my friends enjoyed a morning beer with their hangover, I usually ate buttered toast while we stood on St-Catherine St. as the parade floats went by.