Begets begets begets

I like knowing what I have to do the following day. Kudos if I actually put in Notes on my iphone. A lot of times I'll leave my OneNote and manuscript up that shows exactly my next step. I should be killing it on the daily.

Yesterday damn near killed me.

I started out only needing to edit A&H. Doing 100 pages or so at a time and then recombing a couple more times. It's nearly 400 pages.

But I realize I needed to research the tiniest bit on one part. Give myself some more credibility. Then I needed to grab from a later book in the series to make sure I described a character fluently throughout.

Please explain why I have fourteen tabs open in G and am glaring at OneNote like it did me dirty. Then, take into account I actually had 4 fucking manuscripts open at the same time. 

And my short forgetful self often puts tabs on the wrong stories. 

That's a hoot. 😒  

It was like some horrible magician pulling colorful fabric after colorful fabric out of their pocket. 

Stop! STOP!!!

Quit before I wanted, but it was heavy med day, and I was done. 

Told myself I would take it up again today.

🥳🎉

The fun, or some twisted version of it, never ends. 

You guessed it...

...I'm indie publishing my mythological retelling series. I was going to pitch at Romancelahoma this year, but I don't want to wait that long. I feel strongly that the mythological retelling trope is in its infancy. I have 4 1/2 books ready. 

I'm not waiting. 🤷

Worked on book cover. NOT AI. You should have seen my ass discovering new things on Canva. There's a fucking "style" button that can recreate the style from an element to another element. 

I nearly cried.

It was 🥹.

Going for a countdown to cover reveal. 

Available June 1, 2026.

Apollo and Hyacinthus

Plot Twist Book 1

Stay tuned!

Big reveal and availability June 1st! 🥳🎉

Stranger things have happened in the unlikeliest of places

The Honey and I go and drop her car off at the butt crack of dawn for oil change, etc. I offer to have breakfast with her. This is a rare occasion. I loathe mornings. Catch me at 10.

We go to Black Bear Diner. I have this amazing egg scramble something or other with avocado, spinach, peppers, and onion. Pass the tic-tacs. She always gets the pancakes.

We're checking out, and she has one box of leftovers but wants something from the dessert case. The lovely cashier asks if we'd like a bag. 

WE would. 

Honey says "no" at the same time.

I ask who will be carrying, and she says we'll take a bag. 🤨

That's what I thought.

And I make some remark about carrying the bag whilst the Honey does something.

The cashier looks at me and says she's never heard anyone use the actual word "whilst" in a sentence. 

I don't have time to describe the multiplicity of my oddities, but the Honey chimes in that I'm a writer.

😊

This woman is a reader. A fantasy reader. 🥳

She asks for my name; I give her my card. 

She said, "Are you my girl?" 

And I respond, "I might be."

We grin at each other. 💖

A rolling stone gathers no moss

I did it. Took me two days and found another setting on Canva that I love. But I mocked up a book cover for book one in my mythological retelling series.

Because, of course I did. 

I can either wait, or I can plunge my ass directly into the fire. 

Flames, here I come. 🔥

I should be able to have two books of the series in print before I hit Romancelahoma and the Red Dirt Book Sale.

THIS...makes me happy.

Because I can turn around and take them to Book Me Romance 2026 a couple weeks later.

All the woots!

This series will be a new take on old mythologies with an irascible protagonist finding her own way through the absolute chaos.

I love mayhem.

Sorry, LA.

🤣

It's the time of the season for...

 ...awards programs, graduations, and birthday sleepovers. Ya girl hasn't sat her ass in this chair for a long minute. I've missed it.

But too busy being a Mimi, which is one of my favorite labors of love.

Back to the writing. Woot! 🥳

Left off at a place in book 5 that could go two different ways. Well, similar but different. And this has given me time to think about where I would like to go.

Trajectory is key. And with a series, you like your sequences to line up with the other books. Are there breakout and breakthrough moments? Of course there are. There HAS TO BE. But you need to keep some items in sync.

My protagonist, LA, is irascible. Is she cranky all the time? Again, of course not. I'd yeet her ass to the sky. But I need her to be a bit cranky. It's how she's developed the self-preservation she was denied when she was younger. It's her knee-jerk from fear and change.

But you need balance if you're going to have a blunt bitch with childhood PTSD be the main character. I've surrounded her with a blend of people who accept, understand, and challenge her. Because no one is going to let LA crumble into depression/anxiety/PTSD dust. Not happening. These characters provide growth assistance. Sometimes they offer. Sometimes they push the fuck out of her. Both work, in her situation. 

Lean into the characters. If you've empathy, use it. If you're symmetrical, use it. If you love the fucking chaos...Hey! HEEEEEEEY! *waving*...then use that. Each of these provides potential for great storylines. 

Don't doubt yourself.

You're the first to introduce this literary idea?

YES! 

You're the hundredth to introduce this literary idea? But you have a majorly different spin? 

YES!

A couple of the biggest killers of writing motivation are: comparison, lack of confidence, and questioning if you're writing for yourself or readers.

Don't compare yourself. As has been said: those are their highlight reels compared to your struggles. Unfair.

Lack of confidence. Should I? What if I can't sell it? What if my writing is trash???

Let me be blunt. It's my wheelhouse.

If you want to write, then write. Not writing is akin to trying to stop a bullet wound with a band-aid. Thanks, Taylor! 😘

Who am I writing for?

First and foremost, you're writing for yourself. 

Writing gives me the dopamine I literally cannot scrape from the meds I take. One is supposed to hit my dopamine receptors, I believe.

Oh. Is it?

Because, nice try. I don't even think the med is in the same body, at this point. 🙄

Writing, like all the best shit, is a passion. It comes from the soul. And if you're blessed to share your words with the world? Great! And if you only write the stories because you'd be in a padded room with a nifty jacket that buckles in the back...also great!

You don't need the questions. You need the doing.

Get to doing.

Simba 4/29/11-5/10/25

 

Ah, Canva. It's been a minute.

My mind scattered yesterday morning as I thought about possibly indie publishing my PT series. First thought? 

Book covers.

Because they need to tie-in to one another. Some theme I can use for each. I immediately opened Canva, where I make all my book covers, and started.

😑

Mythological art is extremely monochromatic. Lots of vanilla and black in there. While, in fact, these beings are the liveliest bunch to grace a page in a hot minute. These fuckers make Caligula look like an altar boy. They are EXTREME.

I need bold colors and striking themes. Seems I'll have to do more editing than normal on these.

Because of course I will.

In the throes of...

I struggle with forgetfulness and being easily distracted. On the other side of the coin, I struggle with hyperactivity and impulsivity. 

I can taste the second one.

I told myself I would query the first six months of the year, or so. Then I would take my PT series and indie publish. I finished book 4 yesterday. But now realize, after 75,000 words, I need to split it into books 4 and 5. 

Here's the disconnect I have.

Mythological stories are on the verge of being the next big thing on the market. 

I am writing a series about mythological cultures and their problematic beings.

Why am I having such a problem finding an agent???

I plan on pitching at Romancelahoma 2026. That's in early August. If I do not receive any bites for my work, that's my limit. 

Finishing a book every month in a half already has me at a backlog. I have a four-part paranormal romance series I received the rights back to that I need to polish up and publish the 2nd edition. I have a time travel romance from the same origins. 

I now have FOUR of these mythological retellings under my belt, and I'm starting on book 5 today.

I can't wait any longer than that. By the time August rolls around, I'll have at least five books finished, if not more. 

I can release every three months or so and hopefully fill in some of the rest with previous works or finished works-in-progress.

Need to set aside another day, probably on the weekend to query. 

Exhausting, but potentially lucrative. 

We shall see.

On the look back...

...I am weird. And that's perfectly fine. It's my wheelhouse. But I start to question my quirks when I put Fibonacci in my last book of my Urban Paranormal. Because, guys, it made sense at the time. Still does, to be honest. And, well, *avoids eye contact*, his butterfly pattern. 😶

And I feel froggy about it because I've read plenty of books with extraneous material that made my retina ache. I was looking for psychological thrillers, eBooks, at the two libraries I belong. I started a series by a well-known author. And book 2 is about plantations. In depth. With historical names being bandied about. And reenactments. I struggled, people. I only kept with it since it had a paranormal bent. Honestly? I skipped over a lot of the places I didn't find relevant. I liked the first in the series. Not a fan of the second. 

Do writers feel as though they must add all that depth? Or are they like me and stumble down a rabbit hole, make friends, and find oxygen again with a multitude of wacky ideas???

My most recent research finds me G'ing flash methods of cameras. Flash. Methods. Of. Cameras. 🙄

I've looked up expensive cars and their specs. Insects that glow. Foliage. How long to build a certain structure. Ethnic foods. And so many other things to add a little more reality to the scene(s).

The flash method doesn't even NEED to be a part of the story, but I need to understand how it works. 

To sum up...what I'm telling myself is that I'm panning for gold and only giving you the good parts. None of that silt bullshit.

Don't ask me how many tabs I have on my OneNote Notebook for my fourth book. 🫢

 

Back to the mythological party

I will never not take a moment when I read about mother/sons turning to mother/husbands. Like my wee brain simply cannot accept the words in front of me. Gods procreating with clouds and making centaurs. Like...just the schematics alone. The mind boggles.

But what I do enjoy is looking up obscure mythological names and finding interesting stories. And the funniest thing to me? As soon as I "G" one of these names, the first thing to usually pop is a car or electronic device. We have used the hell out of these guys' names.

Today...I'm touring Tartarus. 

👀

It's been everything I hoped for. And more. So. Much. More. 😑

Going to bip back to my book 4. It'll be the longest in the series, thus far. I'm at 68,868 words. I'll need at least 10,000 more words. 

That's me and my Mythological Monday. 

Simba

Today would have been Simba's 15th birthday.

And that's all I have to say about that. 😭

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 extent. 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.

I love the OKC Thunder

Our boys are amazing. The team's leadership and tutelage second to none. Brilliant staff and roster.

Having said that, my creativity is like hey! HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Let's make a rap.

Yeah.

Not a "wrap". Think Dre and Eminem. RAP

Did I?

Fuck yes, I did.

My fifty-four year old ass has got the flow, people. 

bahahahahahaha

anyway...ahem

Here it be.

This links to my personal FB. 

Chrys' OKC Thunder rap

I've put this post to public.

Ah...sweet relief. 

Now...back to The Gordons.

Why, yes. I'm on the G searches

Thought it would mostly be a writing day. ALAS, my short ass has to rewrite a minor character. This minor character has beef with my Gordon sisters. So kiss my short butt. I've found another deity to fit, but now I'm wondering if I want to make this new deity the owner and leave the other character? Either way, this new deity is too big for my story. Will probably be mentioned in passing. I'll have to research another minor deity. Or make one up, at this point. *shrug*

Also, it's damn early. And these are my G searches thus far:

black gloves with button

EngelMuller snap

black iron

what's a good metal snap?

Then I went DOWN a deity hole about four layers deep. Had to get the jaws of life to pry me out.

whew

Almost forgot!

I use OneNote, as I've stated. And I LOVE the tabs and whatnot. Except, you know, when I have like sixty and can't remember where I put shit. I've got them descending alphabetically because that's at least in some semblance of an order. 

But I've found that I like to put the deity name, the pronunciation, and occupation. Except sometimes, ya girl likes to put the occupation or place first.

Yeah. I can't stand myself.

Thanks for asking.

FUCKING HELL. 

Just published this. Went back to my OneNote. I put two tabs in "The Morrigan" notebook instead of "The Gordons"!

*kicks everything*

20,000+ words, baby!

Yep. It's me. Giving a small update on my book 4, The Gordons, in my mythological retelling series. 

Getting good.

Hope to squeeze about 3,000 more words today. More this weekend. *fingers crossed*

Interesting G searches thus far:

Kunafa

Tres Leches

Red eye color

Eir pronounciation

Doctor gown

What is the origin of Om Ali?

What are those damn things at the end of the staircase?

Chili rellenos

Woot! And we march on...

When I don't write

Tuesdays are a write-off. ha

I have Spravato that morning, and I'm cooked the rest of that day and sometimes into the next. Wipes me out.

But I've noticed that when I don't at least have the opportunity to write, my brain fills it in.

Example, I'll think of older books I need to revise and publish. I'll think of books I started but did not finish for...reasons.

Then I become the twitchy ball of fun we all know and tolerate.

Story ideas are literally everywhere. I like to tell the story of how Canary, the series, came about. I was driving home after work, and I passed a work truck with the name "Canary" on the side. This was obviously four or five years ago.

But the word stuck. And my grey matter immediately went to "canary in a coal mine" which is some fucked up business for said canaries.

But I couldn't get the idea of a character who put herself in situations as the canary in a coal mine. On purpose. For overwhelming and traumatic reasons.

I LOVE damaged characters. They are my jam, jelly, and whatever other toasty condiments exist. Because they arc the hardest. Because even though I never FIX these characters I write, I give them people to surround them with care. A path yet unexplored. And the ballsiest balls that ever existed to move forward.

Ah, where was I going?

Story ideas. That's the ticket.

I have a list of over two dozen titles, most with genre, I need to write. I've started on at least half a dozen of them. But the timing wasn't right. Or I began another story. Or...heaven knows. I just live here.

But I can't understand an author stating that they hope they have another story idea.

What breaks my heart, is that I will never be able to write all the stories I want because my list is constantly increasing. 

And while my short ass is hell on wheels at the keyboard, even I can't keep up with myself.

In the Book of Crystal: Issues 24/7.

I write on the weekends because I know Tuesday is a hard pass. And lately, I've been doing pickups on Monday. So that's also a no-go. But I write Saturday and Sunday because I can't...not.

Murphy has begun to give me the side-eye, which I perfected decades ago. Apparently my feline son has picked up the habit. 🙄

Because he is the top priority in the household according to the Book of Murphy: Needy 24/7.

That's it for me. 

Off to the land of Enchantment. And no, I don't mean New Mexico. Though, that's a killer motto.

You know us. Oklahoma is OK.

meh

Not really.

Canary series 25% off!

This one will go down in infamy for me. Blew through the first book. Usually do. Second book was a bit more challenging, but still finished in a timely manner. Third book???

Keep in mind, I've written a five-book series before. Not my first rodeo, in the slightest. But this fucking book there tried to kill my short ass, and I was NOT a fan.

Thought I had it.

Started.

Headdesk.

And again.

And again.

Ad nauseum.

It is now well with my soul. And in that vein, I'm offering the entire three-set series for $33. A discount of 25% on the paperback prices listed.

Canary series order form.

Great time to pick up some books for summer reading in the chaise or by the pool.

Canary: 

Ray Smith likes her solitude. But when her siblings drag her into a deadly Fae war, survival becomes her only choice.

A mad mother. A vicious queen. Monsters that kill without mercy.

The clock is ticking, and in the Fae world, one mistake could cost everything.

Family pulled her in. Blood will keep her there.

Canary: Dark Descent

Three siblings burn in Hell. The others tear through the mortal and Fae worlds.

Ray fights to protect those she loves—but the price is devastating.

As new players crowd the board, the hunt only grows bloodier. And survival is no longer enough.

Love costs. Survival demands more.

Canary: Out of the Shadows

The gods have joined the game—and they want Ray erased.

Every secret bleeds into the open. Every choice exacts its price.

Her father’s name is no longer a mystery—it’s a weapon.

As the war reaches its breaking point, Ray must decide what kind of monster she’s willing to become to end it.

The board is burning. The gods are watching.

And this time, Ray plays for keeps.

*******

Bitch, what?

Book four in my mythological retelling series centers around two main ideas. One: trying to win daddy's favor is an effort in futility. Two: Medusa got the shaft.

Not going to dwell on the first as it's in progress, and I don't want to give any spoilers.

But let's trot down Medusa Lane for a moment.

This woman was a handmaiden for Athena in her temple. Pledged herself to this goddess. Then Poseidon, walking sphincter, raped her in the temple. And instead of Athena being like...hey! Let's fuck this Sea God up, she punished Medusa.

There are so many layers to this. 

First of all, Athena would NOT pass the Bechdel test. She basically raped what Poseidon couldn't touch. She ruined the rest of Medusa's life. Cursed her for eternity. 

And this is a running theme with these hedonistic fuckers. Worship me or be punished. Worship me AND be punished.

In my first MR book, I write about the relationship between Apollo and Hyacinthus. In a nutshell, Apollo accidentally killed his lover and then turned him into a flower.

That's also a running theme with these assholes. In fact, I have Hyacinthus' brother say, "Yeah. Those fuckers like to do that."

It's having their cake and eating it, too. 

Feels like half the well-known flowers that exist have a messed-up back story.

But I digress. The smallest bit.

The gods, in all cultures, got away with everything they wanted. Usually in the cruelest way available. And that, my dear ones, is why they need a mythological retelling and comeuppance of monumental proportions.

*flexes fingers* 

May it be so.

I'll forever be that girl

1.   Story idea

2.   Make OneNote Notebook

3.   Jot down shit I know like names and places and plots

4.   Stare blankly at computer

5.   Realize my short ass is in for a lot of research

6.   Look up big themes

7.   Research small themes and crossovers

8.   Go down rabbit holes no human was ever meant to fall into

9.   Find fascinating shit I'll use in a future book

10. Be so appalled I can't look at myself in the mirror 

11. Reread the scintillating stuff

12. Grey matter does its thing by weaving together in my subconscious

13. Have ah-ha moments.

14. Can't sleep

15. Compulsive writing

16. Happy dance at the beauty of it all

17. Want to yeet keyboard into oblivion

18. Research more

19. Lose myself in the web for a day or two

20. Come back crazier and armed with factoids for days

21. Resume writing

22. Question self. Then question why I question self.

23. Manic writing

24. Euphoria

25. Finishes book

Rinse and repeat until the end of my existence.

Ace

I'm near the end. Total of 75,116 words. I know what I want the fourth book to be about. Funny thing being, that's all in my head, where the good shit is. But the good shit needs research. I need a connecting factor and may have found one between the Greek and Egyptian. We'll see.

So I'm on the last chapter of Ace. Jotting down the intro to book 4. Encapsulating the basic plot into a few paragraphs. Then filling in with all the shades and nuances.

I'm building a bridge, basically. 

Book four is quite dark, actually. That's what happens when one backstories the Gorgons. When past abuse begets future abuse. When silenced voices roar. When amends are demanded.

I've been SA'd. Most females have, which is beyond fucked up. I was going to say it was "sad", but you know what? IT'S FUCKED UP.

And writing this material and subject matter with a lighter hand is cathartic. 

I'm reminded of this Joss Whedon quote: “Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”

That's me. 

I'll unwind you quicker than shit and then make you blow snot from laughter. I carry tissues for both instances.

There is an art to pain. Every brush stroke. Every key stroke. Every exhalation.

Fear is the memory. Living is the triumph.

Everybody has a story

DISCLAIMER: I have intensive therapy once a week. That is today. I cannot drive myself to or from said appointment. I am more than likely still under the influence.

Proceed with caution.

The Honey works from home. And she and her people are literally at the ass end of a HUGE PROJECT. Months in the works. So on and so forth.

Today is my once a week therapy where I'm unable to drive myself.

Honey is busy.

I take Lyfts.

First of all, I'm me. Second of all, ADHD. Keep those close to your chest.

But I think someone, not me, should put together a story of Lyft drivers. Like my guy this morning has advanced diabetes. He rents the car he drives, by the week. It has the bells and whistles that make it easier for him. 

But still.

The mind boggles.

They are every shape, size, and color. Spectrum of gender. I'm curious as to how they started and why. 

Nice thing about Lyft rides are I can specify I'd rather have female or non-binary drivers. 

I do.

But back to the meat of it. I want to know things. I want to understand them. And having a crack at these stories would ensure better understanding of the job and lifestyle.

It's fascinating.

Yes. I would look in your medicine cabinet, given half the chance. 

Top Five Meme.

😂

This bitch is on fiyahhhhhhh

It's true. Finished up my writing day on Ace with over 70,000 words. Still haven't finished the title yet, though.

Where's my Brad Pitt?

I'm a virtual "say three words, and I'll sing a song" lady

Ace, my third book in the Plot Twist series, is at 62,200 words. There will be at least 10,000 more, I believe. So far, it'll be the longest by a few thousand. 

Writing is my jam. My jelly, also. But my mind has a tendency to think quicker than my typing fingers (100+ wpm), and then the fun really begins. I always read through what I wrote the day before because it's just enough but not too much, you know? And behold...there were four words missing scattered throughout the text. Because I thought them when I was writing and assumed my fingers kept up. 😑

That's a little hitch in my giddy-up. I also love the songs. If I don't stop myself, I'll have contrasting words in my head between the latest song kicked off by a phrase or word and the actual story. 😕

This happened yesterday, and I caught myself typing the lyrics into my text. Then snorted at myself and fixed it. 

Maybe it's my wee grey matter taking a moment. 💀

My ear worms are varied. I have three or four I always fall back into when writing. Then, triggers by text. Singing an ode to Murphy. You know, the regular shit.

Of course I'll share! Thanks for asking.

Ear worms from the underworld:

Take a Chance On Me

Stayin' Alive

Love in an Elevator

I'll Make a Man Out of You

There's at least two more, but I'll save those, I guess, for when I'm writing on Ace. 🙄🤣

A winner in the G search data

Boustrophedon. (BOO stro FEE don)

Isn't she amazing???

*swoon*

Best believe I'm using her.

Finished at a bit over 50,000 words. 

I kinda feel like the word should be a dinosaur or something. Huh.

 

A bit salty

First of all, I've unequivocally stated my position on AI and its ilk. Research? Fine. Doesn't seem much of  way to circumvent that these days. At least not with my browser. But that's the lane it should stay in.

*slides large soap box over*

Authors are special souls. They dig deep when they write. They're passionate about their works. They are proud of their tales.

When I worked at the library, my blood pressure would go through the roof at yet-another celebrity book being published. Children's? Yes. But also, adult. 

I read Drew Barrymore's "Little Girl Lost" and loved it. I picked up Britney Spears' book, and I couldn't finish it. It was horribly written.

Just because you can does not mean you fucking should.

If anyone were to run my stories through AI, and it popped 75% or something (that's a number I read in an article a minute ago), it would easily be sorted. 

All my notes are online. Right now? I have 57 tabs for "Ace". From god origins to popcorn varieties. I'm beyond sick and tired of people who want to be published, pushing out far inferior works that may actually hit a bestseller list. 

The. Fucking. Audacity.

Any writer who uses AI isn't worth their salt. 

If you don't bleed for your art, why are you creating it? 

No moderation or in-between

 Never been a moderate person. Various ways that's both good and not. 

I find myself writing on this mythological retelling series and being fucking delighted. Briefly pulled off to look at two other pieces, but I'm right back to it.

In fact, halfway finished. Sitting at a little over 35,000 words. If pattern holds, I'll finish this by the end of March (maybe beginning of April) and start on book 4. 

These characters live and breathe in me. Maybe that's part of the magnetism. Because it's more like revisiting an old favorite place instead of reinventing the wheel. 

Time to write until my body can't stand it anymore, or Murphy sings the song of his people.

This could go either way.

OG

I've asked agents, at conferences, about blogging. None were enthused. Pity. I enjoy this. And while it may not have a lot of readers, I write it for me. As memories and accountability and a timeline of events.

Now. That doesn't mean I would be adverse to more readers. 

Thought I would wander over to Substack and look at the hype.

I didn't like it. 😑

The layout smacked of the ill-conceived love child of the old Twitter and TikTok. 

Did I ever tell y'all I tried that platform thing where you could keep track of two Twitter accounts? Fuck all if I can remember the name. It'll come to me at 1:33 this afternoon in the middle of another thought. But it was INTIMIDATING. I tried to keep track of both my personal and professional comings and goings. 

Nightmare fodder. 

Promptly signed in back and forth between the two. 😤

As far as Substack, I'll stick to Blogger. We've been friends for decades now. Never been a WordPress girlie.

And the writing?

Well, you guessed it. Hitting up "Ace" again today. I enjoy this story because it's not precisely like the first two. There's a bit more emotion and depth. As for the fourth in the series, it'll be dark. 

Oh, but I love this.

Thought I'd want to continue working on my Time Travel Romance, but this series occupies my mind and time. I cannot wait to write each day. To sit down and weave words and worlds. 

If only I don't spontaneously combust in the Sanctuary.

😓

Ace

Currently working on "Ace", the third book in my PT series. Stopped today at 31,200 words. Couldn't quite leave this series alone. That's not a bad thing. I am deep in Yoruba mythology. Fascinating.

Sometimes I'll blog about my G searches. I'll have to admit to having a moment when typing "blunter" into my story. It's one of those words, and one of those days, it certainly neither looked nor sounded correct. 😦

Like...it bothered me, folks. 

The reason, I discovered, is because it sounds too much like the British slang word "punter". 

Like, my medulla oblongata was not well. I'm frantically searching my tattered grey matter for a reason. 

I should know better. 

But my ADHD wouldn't let this SOB go.

😌

Ever have a panic attack over a word? Yeah. 0/10. Would not recommend. 

Antyway, that's me today. Finished writing until tomorrow.

The OKC Thunder plays the Wizards at 4:00. I'm locked in. We're snagging pizza and chilling the rest of the day. 🥳🎉

Will I be back to giving my endocrinological system a workout tomorrow?

You betcha.

The Murphenator

Murphy Lee. Mighty Murfin Power Ranger. Murphenstein. Murphenheim. Murfinturkle. MiniMurf. Screech. Squeak. Boy Child. What is your damage, Murphy? Murphenfoofoo.

I love my new ginger boy. We are all still adjusting, but that's to be expected. I think it takes a feline at least 3 months to get mostly comfy.

Not only did I adopt the Murph. He adopted me. This is uber prevalent and germane to today's post.

I try and write from whenever I crawl out of bed until at least 2 or 3. One of us (gives Murphy the stank eye) does not care for this arrangement. Simba, his older brother, used to lie on the day bed in the Sanctuary and rest his eyes. He was completely satisfied knowing I was in the same room.

NOT the Murph. He wants to be in the same skin. 

I do not jest.

We share the same pillow at night, and he must be touching me in some way. He naps in between my legs when I'm in my rocker recliner. 

And the booger head is incredibly vocal. Thus the "What is your damage, Murphy" nickname. Still learning his vocabulary at this point. 

I'm currently at my desk with Murphy approximately 6 inches behind my chair wheel lounging like one of those French girls. I don't mind the proximity. I DO mind writing while he voices his displeasure. When he stands on his back feet and put his paws on my desk top, only to look at me with keen annoyance. When he tries to JUMP on said desk where there is literally no room except for my trauma.

Sir. SIR!

Mr. Man was being incredibly obnoxious yesterday, and I decided to quit writing a bit after 2. I grab an ice water, my phone, and settle into my rocker recliner.

The little shit is NOWHERE to be found.

😒

I beg your finest pardon. I quit, and he splits?

😑

I've told myself I'm not quitting early today. 🫡

My little goober can go amuse himself for a bit longer.

Will Crystal lose her mind and give up the ghost? Will Murphy succeed in his most-irritating ploys for attention?

Find out tomorrow on This is my fucking life.

(picture as proof)

At a crossroads

Not an impasse, dear ones. But most certainly a crossroads.

This is when I thank my Executive Dysfunction for being the whore it is. I've referred to this fantastic ADHD bullshit more than once. I'm stuck in neutral and: forgot about it, am looking at my phone, order a soda from Sonic, clip my toenails, pet Murphy, hop down the deepest rabbit holes that have nothing to do with nothing.

No, thanks. I don't want any.

It's hard to imagine this if you don't suffer from it. And, as someone else sagely stated, "It's not only for annoying things, good things also count."

meh

Had one of my intensive treatments on Tuesday, and it took me OUT, fam. Wednesday was also a wash. 

And I could not hate many things more.

Every moment I am away from my writing, I'm twitchy. It's my gateway drug to a happy place. Also, hell. 😂

But literally? My skin hurt. My outer stretchy covering. Pains shooting hither and thither. BAD evil headache that punished me relentlessly. I couldn't sleep because I hurt that bad.

I don't have dermis picnics. I don't write odes to my dermal casing. It's skin. FFS. 

But when that shit is painful, ain't nobody happy.

Now.

Let's regroup.

Today is a day of progress (she writes before she even attempts to open .docx). We shall venture forth and embrace the imperfections of ourselves and our surroundings. I don't know how long I'll last with the fucking temps in the 90s, and my Sanctuary is the hottest room in the house. 😑

But yea...I shall endeavor to make it work for me. Until I pass out, and Murphy has to give me oxygen.

He's a good kid.

So that's it.

My roller coaster with my mental and physical health. My absolute irritation with anything that prevents me from writing and moving upwards. 

As for the writing, it seems lately there are a lot of newbies out there. Hi!...if you're one of them. 

You don't ever pay someone to publish your book. Money should flow in the author's (and possibly agent's) direction. 

Don't buy, literally, the emails that are prevalent in today's society that praise your book to the heavens, and would you like some more information?

No. You would NOT fucking like some more information.

Block and send to spam.

You can format in .docx. To me, the easiest. Other people use Grammarly or Reedsy. I'm sure there are others. I love Word. Always have. It's free, for one. It is easy, and if you have a learning curve of some sort, then practice in it. Also, free. Paying an editor can be pricey. Trad publishing houses, of course, offer editors. Finding one for yourself could run into the thousands. Not trying to scare you. Simply letting you know. But yes, it's traumatic. 😵

You can pay someone on Fiverr to create a cover for you. Or, you can dip your toe in Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Premiere Elements, or other artistic apps. I only have the Adobe because they were on sale as a 2 for 1. My short ass DOES NOT pay that kind of money for anything but MS Office Suite.

But, I use Canva. $15 a month. And I've made some great covers from simple photos thrown together. I had the HUGEST learning curve with it and almost dropped it completely. Glad I stuck with. We're friendly for now.

Real talk.

If you are only writing to give to your friends and family, please don't spend all that money on items you don't truly need. Even if you ARE writing to broadly publish, don't go upside down in your writing journey. You should never be paying out (marketing, conferences, etc.) more than you're bringing in.

Take care of yourself. And your books. And your skin...FFS.

Everything old is new again

I'll admit to being laser-focused on my writing while in the flow. Everything else falls to the wayside. Is that normal? No idea. But it's me and my method.

"Plot Twist" and "The Morrigan" poured out of me. Effortlessly. That's a gift I haven't found in around two decades. Consequently, everything in that time period focused on them. Then, I started the third book. Felt I needed a moment. Put that aside. Started my erotic romance. Am giving that air, also.

But in the midst of my trying to decide what to work on next, reality struck. (It rarely strikes. I think it knows I'm not a fan most days.)

I have five books I published twenty years ago, where I just received my rights back. 

Oh look, Crystal! You can work on them. *headdesk*

Two of my recent erotic romance were published oh-so-many-years-ago. One was the bestseller at my ePublisher for three years. Couldn't stand the cover on the other. 

I edited. Rewrote. Brand new cover. Boom!

Good to go.

Now. Let me explain. When I started publishing in 2005, I signed on with Whiskey Creek Press and its imprint Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. I published at least two books a year, sometimes three.

Word came down that Start Publishing wanted to buy the ePub. Done deal. Then Simon & Schuster took over that. And for years, my eBooks were available on the S & S website. 

I wrote a few times and asked for my rights back. Never heard word. So I kissed the Sanctuary carpet when I received the email I had my rights back to at least nine of my works.

I polished about half and repubbed as second edition. 

Unfortunately, circumstances prohibited me from continuing to write at that time. Major house fire. Major move. It was an ugly time. When I started again in 2017, I went strictly Indie. 

In 2005, if you wanted reviews, there were about half a dozen sites you could submit your work to, and they would review it. Bitten by Books. Dear Author. The Romance Studio. And reviewers would get to know you, and you them. It was wonderful. I had reviewers before I finished books. 

Now?

I hope authors are ready to send swag and a card vowing to give up a kidney, if necessary. The review business is a popular one. ARC readers are rare and beatific. I belong to a couple of ARC groups on FB, and it's the same old routine.

Most readers don't want a pdf. They want a physical copy. But even sending one copy media mail, you're paying as much for postage as the book costs.

That's a lot of money to shell out with no guarantee a reader follows through with previous intentions. There are ARC contracts now, which honestly blows my geriatric mind. There's still not guarantee.

But I digress.

😶 

My point, and I do have one, is that I have a four-book paranormal romance series written. I simply need to put the energy for editing and new covers. I also have a time-travel book I can play with.

While times change in the book business, they also remain the same.

Keep writing.

Keep pushing.

All good books find a home.

😌 

Hard pass

For reasons unbeknownst to myself, I've felt like hammered dogshit since Friday. Was it because I did too much? Maybe. Not ruling that out. That's why I wait and do everything on one day. But I felt hot. And it WAS hot. And my stomach was unhappy. 

Went to bed early and woke up at midnight feeling like I was going to throw up. But the fun didn't stop until after three. Stomach crampy and felt like wire hangers in there. Sharp and awful.

Woke up Saturday and couldn't muster enough energy to do much. Went to bed early again.

I HATE to waste days, and that's what it felt like this was.

Realized as I took my nocturnal meds Saturday night that I forgot to take them Friday night. 😑

Seriously.

Woke up this morning still hot. Stomach still feels like there are wires in there. 

And I'm completely unamused. 

Started my erotic romance and wrote a bit over 3000 words. But my body is not up for any of it. Was going to cook dinner last night. 

Yeah...no.

Trying to pull something together because this next week, I'm booked Tuesday-Friday. You'll find me in a puddle Saturday.

I don't like to be inert. I find it annoying and inconvenient.

But here I am.

Inert. 🖕

I had a blog title

Maybe two hours ago. It's gone the way of the Oklahoma wind which means I'll never see it again.

I've:

picked up groceries

talked to middle child

started laundry

fed the Murphinator

put groceries up

did dishes

Am currently sitting in the sauna known as the Sanctuary. 😑

I believe, oh yesssssssssssss, literally just came back to me. The subject. NOT the title, of course. Curse you, Oklahoma wind.

I wanted to chat about reading and writing.

I read what I want. When I want. The last physical book I put on hold at the library was "King Sorrow" by Joe Hill. I gave it plenty of time to enchant me. It didn't. I felt as though I were reading a Lev Grossman novel. I wanted the spark and terror of NOS4A2. That shit still scares me. No joke.

But I digress.

Then, since I'm an impatient heifer, and couldn't WAIT for Season 2 of "Dept. Q" on Netflix, I proceeded to look up the author of the source material and plow through his books. Author--Jussi Adler-Olsen. I read one every four hours or so. But waited until a new day to start. 

I stopped at book 8: Victim 2117.

I believe he may have jumped the shark*. I'll say no more.

(*archaic reference to "Happy Days" episode)

I've not found anything else I want to take its place. That makes me...sad, actually. All I DID was read in school. Ask my Algebra II teacher. 😁

When I write, I don't need the words in that way, because I already have them. I'm creating my own story. Better than any drug out there. I never feel so focused as when I'm storytelling.

But, when I finish a book, I can take several directions.

I published "Canary: Out of the Shadows" on March 4th. Then I added it to Amazon and Draft2Digital yesterday. Put it on my FB, here, and notified the masses.

But what do I really want to do?

Start another book.

Which is grand, except all I had for my erotic romance was the name of the three main characters. I've added another. And since I'm visual, I went poking about G and finding images that suit. Helps me IMMEASURABLY. 

I have some dialogue. Half a dozen locations. The premise, of course. I am FEELING it.

Having said that, when all the booktok girlies and small-business romance stores want to know what romance I'm reading right now.

*blinks*

My own?

I tried to read an erotic romance highly recommended on a thread and didn't make it five pages in. It was written terribly. Fifty Shades, anyone?

Erotic romance is not only saying the dirty words and using eighty different positions. That's Erotica. Erotic romance demands a connection, a price, a peak, and resolution. All while tying the reader in knots. 

If an author cannot provide the above, then call the book what it is. Erotica. And bad erotica at that. 

Ooof. Didn't see my soap box under me.

Imagine that.

Writing romance and any other genre has broad guidelines. Romance guarantees a Happily-Ever-After. That's the kick. That's the payoff. But the path is what makes the story. The hardships. The pain. The connection. There are only so many tropes in romance, and they're pretty basic. It's what you do with your voice in the story which makes it unique and worthy. I'd much rather forge my own path than take the path trampled down by others. 

*end scene*