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Showing posts with label Ray is my Mercenary Girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ray is my Mercenary Girl. Show all posts

Monday, September 18, 2023

Canary: Dark Descent

Giving myself about three more weeks to finish Canary:  Dark Descent. Then off to my editor. Hope to publish a bit after Thanksgiving for holiday sales.

It's dark.

Canary isn't a walk in the park, but we see sides being drawn in Dark Descent. We see characters evolve into harder beings because they have to. We see loss. We see sacrifice. Love. There's always love. Like an undercurrent. But there's a darkness, a pall, that hangs over our characters. They thought one quick strike would finish the war, but the battle has only begun.

This series has given me an opportunity to explore and go deeper with my characters. I love Ray, my mercenary girl. She has her own set of rules and morals. No one else has to like them. But they keep her sane and alive. 

Good isn't always good, and bad isn't always bad. It's not a black and white world. Some would like to believe it is. Easier for them to think less if we were all carbon copies of either angels or devils. No comment on my placement.

Authors give characters attributes they need for the story, and those are not always pretty. We often walk the fine line between anti-hero and asshole. Readers want to punch this character in one scene and hug them in another. That's talent. 

I'm reading Fairy Tale by Stephen King on weekend evenings. What I'm enjoying, more than anything in the narrative right now, is the duality of Charlie Reade, the main character. And Charlie Reade is aware of his duality. Yes, he's done some pretty awesome things lately, but he's also capable of incredibly dark ones. And he doesn't let you forget it.  

Ray and I have miles to go before we rest. We're both committed or should be committed.  😶
See you in the story.

Always writing*


Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Routine and the wild hair.

I'm a study of contrasts.  

I love to have my holidays the same.  All my babies and gbabies come up and there's laughter and food and frivolity.  It's exhausting and beautiful.  Thanksgiving and Christmas will be different this year.  Oldest moved out of state about a week ago.  Middle will not be coming up with her two daughters.  But Baby Child will with J and their three babies.  That'll be my grandson and two granddaughters.  I am excited!  But it's going to be a lot different.  I like to cook for an army for the holidays.  I'm scaling that down.  Still not sure how that looks right now.

I have a routine with my writing.  The only time that changes is for appointments or the Honey having her knee replacement and whatnot.  But it's usually waking up.  Taking meds.  Breakfast.  Monster or smoothie.  Writing.  Except I don't know if Mercury is doing the cha-cha or fucking what.  Because suddenly my phone is going off and weird shit is going on.  I start typing and something happens.  I am completely unamused.  I'm in the flow, and then my focus is broken.  It's not pretty.

But the other part of me?  I want at least one more tattoo, preferably two, before the end of the year.  I want a mani/pedi.  I am NOT a mani/pedi girl.  But I want black polish.  I want to shop for clothes and be frivolous.  I want to wear make-up (I have no idea how).  I want to blast music and scream and go out in the woods and howl.  I want to do weird and crazy shit that makes people uncomfortable.  That's my wild hair.  I love her.  

It's part of why I love writing so much.  My characters can literally do anything.  Do I live vicariously?  Sometimes.  How can I not?  Because when I'm away from my computer and picture the scenes, it's a movie.  I'm there.  I love the characters.  I live the characters.

I'll continue to be a big bundle of chaos.  Keeps things lively.  Keeps me sane.  But I'll post pictures when I get my new ink.  🥳 😁💖 

Always writing*

Ray says "Hi!"