When characters take over. Yeah. I said it.

I am at the mercy of my characters. You would think it would be the other way around. And it is...to an extant. But when they get a hold of the story? *sigh* 

Significant things happen.

I purposely set out for book 4 of my PT series to be about the Gorgons, medusa and her ilk. But it seems my characters had another idea entirely. Not only are we delving more into LA's story but also trying to figure out who would want to kidnap a certain deity's daughter. For leverage, of course. 

I branched off into creating two characters that could have existed in mythology but weren't written about. 

Fiery characters. Both damaged by their father. Each seeking to prove and find a way for themselves. 

Easier said than done.

Medusa, Riley, and Drew will have to wait for book 5 now. Because once the characters are adamant about something, I listen. Sometimes it's reasonable, and sometimes they want to throw a trope in that doesn't even fit. 

Assholes.

But the work continues. I think I'm near 60,000 words on book 4. Going to have to change the working title.

Because of course I am. 🙄😑 

Oklahoma weather

Supposed to be ugly today. Ramping up around three or four in the afternoon. And it's something we Okies sense. You can smell it in the wind. See it in the sky. 

There were tornado warnings when my kids were small. If they were at daycare, they went into a closet. If they were home, I'd put them in the bathtub with a mattress over them (when needed). Not suffocating my kids here. 😄

And let me tell you, I had the only four year-old that could point out our county on a map. They were saying meteorologists name before they formed whole sentences.

Serious business.

And now? Only have two in the state. Middle child is hyper aware of storms, especially since she now has to kids of her own. She downloaded a weather app on her phone. Has a weather radio. 

But the real question is: Does she actually use these? 🤔

I don't believe so.

Yesterday, there were tornadoes south of her, but in the same county. I sent a screenshot of the radar and explicitly said: these are south of you. Conveying assurance, or so I thought.

Apparently, her weather radio goes off, and I get the squinty-eye. 😑 It's a family thing, and it's hilarious. Anyway, I receive that. And a picture of her weather radio, because of course I did. 

I send another screenshot and reiterate..."It's bad. But it's all to the south of you."

MC: So we are good?

Me: For now. If it keeps tracking the same way. You can check your radar app and push the play button and it will show you what direction it's going.

MC: I rather you tell me lol Your weather eyes are better than mine lol

Are they??? LMAO

"Weather eyes" 🙄

This. Child.

Who is thirty, by the way.

So I will, once again, be the meteorological Mama. 

Patience

Patience is a virtue. But it's not one of mine.

Waiting makes my ADHD brain twitchy. 

I'm batting zero, for however many I sent to agents, for Plot Twist. Horrid sentence grammatically. Too tired to fix this morning.

Thanks, Murphy.

It's one of the many reasons I indie publish. I'm in control of the entire timeframe. 

I'm in control of...everything.

Well, and responsible for it, too.

Querying, while necessary if you want to trad publish, exhausts me. The doing. The waiting. The...rejections. 😣

But I can't make myself pull and indie publish this series. I'll reevaluate in early June. I won't let my work languish about.

This morning? I wavered between The Gordons, Book 4 of the series, or continuing on a contemporary romance I started. 

So. What is Crystal doing? 

Well, hellllllllllllllloooooo Medusa. 🐍🪮

Would you change anything?

It's a common question. People are curious if you'd go back and change anything in your history.

I've thought about it.

I wouldn't.

I would keep half a century of trauma so that I may have the life I have now.

Does my life suck on the daily?

Physically? YES. Mentally? On most occasions.

But I wouldn't change my children. Or my grandchildren. Or my wife.

These are fixed points for me. 

Professionally? If it wouldn't affect my personal life?

Sometimes, I envy, yes I said it, those who published in the mid-2000's. I believe my works were published 2005-2009. Then...well, life.

House fire. Break-up. New job.

I couldn't get on my feet because I couldn't find the bastards.

Let's simply say, I wish I could have kept my foot in the door.

The "book of my heart"...what everyone calls the first book you write...was written long hand in several spiral notebooks. 

I didn't use ANY dialogue tags.

I was greener than Kermit.

Twenty years later, I can write a book in a month and a half. Design the cover. Have it published in two months. Have it in my hot little hands a week or so after that.

Because I accumulated knowledge when I wasn't publishing. Conferences and conventions. Book signings and author talks.

I crave information.

And what I tell everyone I've ever spoken to during an appearance: take what you can use, and leave the rest.

Because it's overwhelming. 

Which part, Crystal?

ALL. OF. IT.

😬

Now?

Blessed to work on my craft six days a week. Able to breathe and let things come to me. Instead of grabbing the flow with outstretched, tired hands, I'm now riding those waves and letting them take me where they will.

Regrets?

You already know...

Speaking of Medusa...

...my fourth book in my current series is all about her and her sisters.

Also, just broke over 40,000 words. 

Brad Pitt...you know the drill.

Medusa

She seems to be all the rage as a symbol of women retaking their power. I'm all about that life. For decades, I grew up with the one-sided knowledge that this evil serpentine chick was turning people into stone. re: Clash of the Titans circa 1981.

No CGI. More of a stop motion animation for the creatures depicted.

Then we had a little Queen of Hearts action--"OFF WITH HER HEAD" type business. Because we can't have this monster floating around turning others to stone.

But who turned her to stone first?

Poseidon? Who raped her in Athena's temple as Medusa was a handmaiden to the goddess?

Athena? Who, instead of kicking Poseidon's ass, cursed Medusa with the headful of snakes?

Both.

Fucking both.

There's a reason I love mythology, all cultures. 

It's intense. Sister-wives. Father-husbands. And oh so many variations of this.

Great storytelling. 

These fuckers are icons.

We've named days of the week, months of the year, planets, and companies after them. 

Take Nike. 

Amazon.

Pandora.

And so many more.

These tales have stood the test of time and then some.

They've thrived.

But they're like Grimm's Faery Tales. 

Most endings are traumatic as fuck all.

People polish them. Take off the rough edges. Parse down the cutting of organs and flesh from bodies. Highlight the good shit.

Medusa is having her hey day again. If ever there were a woman who encapsulated femininity, female rage, and woman power...it is she.

But let's remember.

She was once a simple handmaiden that a man wouldn't leave alone. And servant to a woman who punished her for existing.

Raped. Body and soul.

She deserves her flowers.

And a happy ending.

Smoothing the edges. Filing the corners.

Many, many times, I will come up with an idea for a book and then need to backfill to the tune I'm G'ing "Augmented Reality" because I needed the specs to explain a situation. Vague, yes. It's for my erotic romance book. Immersion level, hardware, and environment. Plus, I needed a few additional items. For, perhaps, a paragraph of dialogue. 

And this morning, as my mind decides to whir around a bit:

In an older post, I couldn't remember the name of the app where you could control two Twitter accounts at once. That's TweetDeck, folks. Courtesy of my shit finally kicking in this morning.

Also, I don't think I can smooth out the edges of my erotic romance to my satisfaction. Translation: I'll have to introduce "alternate means".

sigh

I love it when the premise fits my other information, and we rock on with our bad self. When, as is sometimes the case, it does not jibe, I need to bring in the circular saw, sandpaper, and the patience God never gave me.

It may mean I change the trope. Or, perhaps the genre or subgenre. Add a character or two. 

Stories are malleable. Don't get locked up in your head that it has to be a certain way. Books are living documents until you publish. And, EVEN THEN, they may be torqued.

In the case of my erotic romance, I'm looking at changing the genre from Contemporary to Paranormal. 

Do I like it?

Ehhhh...not sure yet. I don't want it to change the dynamic between the two main characters. I'll ponder this over the next few days.

In other other news, if you're in the Midwest, batten down your fucking hatches. Shit is rallying again today. 

Then again, Oz doesn't sound so bad right now.