My DRitC– Alex’s Surprise

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This is the prompt I claimed:

Dear Author,

When I got pregnant unexpectedly and my partner-in-babymaking up and ran off, I figured I’d be alone forever. It was a rough time and if not for best friend I don’t know how long it would have taken to drag myself out of it. I never thought I’d find myself in this position with him. He has been so supportive through the pregnancy and all these feelings I’d never noticed before started blossoming. This is our first time together and I never thought sex could be this amazing— tender and smoking hot all at the same time. I think it helps that he spent so much time wooing me and we were able to fully switch from “friend” mindset to “romance” mindset before we just jumped into bed.

Thanks!

Kathy

P.S. I’d really like to see that initial dark time when he first found out he was pregnant and best friend was there with support and then some of the later wooing. However, what I’d really, really like is a tender hot sex scene with a heavily pregnant MC that isn’t all about writing an M/F love scene and just making one participant male. Please make these two MCs equal and avoid differing power dynamics in the bedroom (no BDSM).

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This is the picture to my prompt, although I cropped it to make it safer for unsuspecting eyes. You can find the link to the original picture below this post

 

I liked it, even if I’m usually set in writing contemporary. It was a challenge to write it, and I hope I did well. I’ll leave it to your judgement 🙂

Snippet coming soon!!

 

Goodreads Link to prompt post (NSFW!!)

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Plotting Workshop by Rhonda Helms

I recently took a plotting workshop by Rhonda Helms. Since it helped my a lot to increase my daily word count, I decided to tell you a bit about it.

I’ve read a ton of books about plotting. I never got the hang of it. Somehow, I always tried to fit my plots into the structure taught in the books, and I ended up meandering around, writing, deleting, going back, fixing things, re-fixing the fixed stuff…you get the drift. It was like looking for a certain address when I had no idea which country I was in. I got stuck. I got blocked. I lost the fun. And, most importantly, I lost my characters. They ambled along, but neither of us had a clue what we wanted.

Of course I had some idea of what the story was -or should be- about, but I had no idea how to write it.

I forced myself to go on. To write even if I had no idea where this would lead. I hated writing. I was glad if I managed 500 words on a good day.

That was when I heard about the plotting workshop. I signed up immediately and threw myself into reading the book Goal, Motivation, Conflict by Debra Dixon. Rhonda told us to read it before the class started since we’d need it.

I won’t go too much into detail of the workshop itself, since you need to do it yourself if you want to learn it. We covered brainstorming, the plot points, how to fill out the scenes, how and where to add the subplot. Subjects were also characters, their goals, their motivation, and the conflict keeping them from reaching their goals.

Of course, there is no class without homework, so we did an outline of our stories and posted it for everyone in the group to see (I was freaking nervous). We got into the motivation of our own characters. We basically plotted an entire story with subplots, characters and everything else. All I had left to do was write it.

Some of our pantsers had a really hard time, but it was worth it. (At least in my eyes) Rhonda went through every one of our plots and gave feedback, which helped a lot to see flaws. It made me realize why I had fought so hard with a story that simply refused to work. It took me months to write a couple of thousand words. In the end, I gave up on that story. Not the idea, don’t get me wrong. I like the idea and I will write the story-but in the way it’s meant to be. In a way I have fun while writing it.

I still don’t like plotting. I might never like it. But before I start a story, I sit down and do my homework. My GMC and my plot. I outline everything, the plot points, the length, the chapters… I don’t line out every scene until the end, but only a few ahead. That’s enough for me and allows my characters to change a story if they need to. But I can add some foreshadowing and lead up to certain events since I know what will be coming in a later chapter.
I still manage to surprise me (I managed to add a very important character out of the blue in my last story) so outlining is not stifling my creativity. What it does is giving me a direction. I now write 1.5k on a bad day, 3k on a good. (Good and bad doesn’t say anything about my writing itself, only about how tired I am as I’m writing at night.)
I have fun again. My characters talk to me and have fun as well.

This is why I sit down, take two or three days to outline and then write. I wrote a 65k novel in exactly six weeks. I still need to edit it (typos and small tweaks), but basically, the story is done. I might add some foreshadowing or flesh out one scene or two. But I don’t have to get back and see where I took a wrong turn or where I have to change the whole story.

 

For that, I’m grateful to Rhonda. And believe me, I already told her I’ll attend the next workshop.

 

If you’re interested in the workshops, I’ll post updates here.

What do you think about plotting? Do you do it?

 

I’m curious. Let me know.

 

Chris

 

Seven facts about my writing

Since I got tagged on facebook to reveal 7 facts about my writing, I thought I’d share with you here as well. Let’s start:

1. I was a complete non-plotter until I took a workshop about plotting. Since then I’m plotting and have increased my word count to 2.5k a day. I usually was happy if I managed 1k, so that’s a huge improvement.
2. Thanks to plotting, I recently finished my first novel. I wrote 65k in 6 weeks, which still amazes me. And it’s pretty coherent, with only very small tweaks necessary. I love it.
3. When I’m writing, I’m in a very strange headspace. It takes me a couple of sentences to get in there, and then the words flow.
4. If I’m in the right headspace, I get out about 1.5k in an hour.
5. Sometimes when I reread my own stuff, I’m wondering where this came from. It’s like another person wrote it. (I mean this in a good way.)
6. I’m writing on my couch, wrapped in a blanket, rock music playing in the background, although I don’t actually listen to the music.
7. I usually have to title for my stories until the very end. Sometimes I find it while writing, but it also happened that I finished a story and the title was still ‘novella’.

Night Vision by Amelia Bishop

Today on my blog: Night Vision by Amelia Bishop, a friend from my writing group. Welcome Amelia, and congratulations to your release!

Night Vision

Blurb:

Theron Antonopolis, a strige, feeds on human emotion. In a tranquil suburban neighborhood, his best meals come from a quiet systems administrator who’s become more than a source of nourishment for Theron—Alex Rowler is an obsession. Theron can no longer remain in the shadows. When they meet, any attraction Alex feels toward the sexy monster is overshadowed by his anxiety and distrust of Theron’s supernatural powers. But sensing the underlying arousal, Theron begins courting his human.

As months pass, Theron falls deeply in love, and the need to complete the strige bonding ceremony with his human lover becomes overwhelming. But a permanent commitment is too much, too soon for Alex, and he delays the joining, despite Theron’s insistence they are running out of time. As an unbonded pair, however, Theron and Alex draw the attention of the Midnight Parliament, and the lovers are brought to trial to determine their fate.

Excerpt:

He needed to do something, to contribute to this interaction in some way. Theron pressed against him, hips to hips, hands kneading his back. Just like in my dreams. Alex closed his eyes and gave up the fight.

“You had tied me up, my hands. In my dream. They were tied behind my neck with a necktie so I couldn’t move without choking myself. I was wearing some red satin underwear. They were silky and too tight, like something from a fetish shop. You were teasing me. I wanted to come so bad, and you were laughing and touching me through the underwear, but not enough. I begged you for more, but you just kept teasing.”

“Ahh, Alex.” Theron panted into Alex’s ear, and his hands froze on Alex’s back. He pushed his groin against Alex harder, pressing their stiff lengths together. “Did I let you come?”

“No. I woke up and finished it myself.”

“And you said my name.” Theron’s panting cut off abruptly as if he was holding his breath, waiting for Alex’s answer.

“Yes.”

 

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