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Fantasy Man Monday

Ah, a new week.

I’m a single girl. Perhaps girl is a misnomer. I’m the single female. Yerrrooowww. I’ll embrace my inner cougar this week. I enjoy the occasional fantasy.

This weekend my 16 year old son’s friend spent some time with us. No, not going there too creapy…don’t jump the gun on me, you’ll get to the wrong punch line. He asked me if I knew…Caleb so and so. I immediately thought of my romance hero character and had to admit I didn’t know this young man’s verson of Caleb. Yet, the name facinates me.

The kid continued, “He’s my cousin and he’s a really nice guy and he’s single…..”

I got the distinct impression a blind date was on the horizon. I’m not sure how I feel being fixed up by my son’s best friend??? with his cousin? Is there some motivation for this bounty of generosity?

“So, how old is *oooohh* Caleb?”

The answer was a stunner. “Oh, I dunno something like 21 to 40, you’d really like him.” Delivered with the nonchalance only a 16 year old boy can have.

When I could breath again I laughed in my mind. Okkaaaayyyy. Age really is irrelevant at a certain juncture. Funny how when you are a mom you can be totally wicked cracked up inside your head and like totally cool outside on your face.

I’m not Stacey’s mom so I have to change the lyrics. “My son’s mom has got it going on. oh oh oh” Something like that huha?

So in honor of the ….Oh I dunno 21 to 40 Fantasy man, this week I have to give equal time to the younger Fantasy Man to counter balance last weeks…ah, hmm more experienced specimens.

David Boreanaz From Bones. What is not to love?

Oh and I signed up on Team Jacob a long long time ago. Yeah, Yeah so you think it’s creepy. Can you say F.A.N.T.A.S.Y.

I have to give equal billing for the Kick A$$ Fae Folk.

And who is this guy… isn’t he just as cute as a button? Okay scratch that along with anyone under 75 years old calling me Ma’am.

My first fantasy hearth throb was a pirate in the Carribean. He had lion golden eyes and central american/jamacian like accent. I’ve forgotten kissing a lot of past flames but I will NEVER forget kissing him in the cool rain, standing on deck of a fleet ship cutting through the aqua blue waters of the Carribean. In my memory he may have favored one of my favorite action hero pirates. While Johnny Depp was nothing short of shear genius as Jack Sparrow.

It was this one who made my heart swell and beat faster to have him kiss Elizabeth at the end.

Who is your younger man heart throb? Who wants to makes you say….If you call me Ma’am I will cut out your tongue…little boy? *Can you tell I’ve been working on a Kick A$$ heroine this week. Sorry.*

Tell us who makes you pulse pound? Share that inner fantasy man.

Fantasy Man Monday

This Monday we are taking a brief look at fantasy men over 40. I’ve picked a few choice samples. There were so many to pick from. Here is a taste of my favorites.

Mark Harmon

Ah Viggo Mortgensen

And the never contested,

Sean Connery….

Who is your Sexiest Man over 40? Share with us.

My friend, Danica (Fantasy Man Friday creator) likes

Harrison Ford

and Sting

Kiernan; a Difficult Hero

Yes, Kiernan is being difficult. We aren’t talking at the moment. He isn’t willing to admit he is angry with me so he just shuts up and sulks. Okay, so I couldn’t recognize I’ve missed the story line somewhere. Yes, I’m stubborn.

However, he isn’t being at all helpful to my sincere effort to tell his story. What, does he expect me to do everything?

He’s also not too thrilled about the difficult journey ahead of he and Isobeau to reach their HEA. He probably has some misguided interest in protecting her from harm he has totally clammed up. If he blames me for his pain, I wonder if he thinks I’ll hurt her too?

I’m sure part of the issue is he is such a dominant character. He wants total control, without question. Maybe I’m not willing or able to give him that level of trust. Some how we will have to find our way together to make this book happen.

He is a survivor. We have that in common.

Maybe he blames me for what he had to endure in Dragon’s Mark. The torture he suffered changed him. He has retreated to a harsh dark place that I can’t lure him out of.

Yet, I know Isobeau will.

She is a free spirit who calls on the power of the Goddess for her healing gifts

Yet she’s ready to roll up her sleeves and get the hard work done.

If I could only convince him his redemption lies in Isobeau’s love.

I know Isobeau can find his soul

Thanks to Italian Model Frederica Felini for inspiration for Isobeau.

Winter Rose Contest

My 2009 WIP made the final cut in the Winter Rose contest, sponsored by the Yellow Rose RWA Chapter in Texas.

I didn’t think I would hear until the 9th of April so news was a couple days earlier than I’d expected. I opened my email before going to bed last night and there it was. It was a big wheee moment for me.

Now, I don’t know how many paranormal manuscripts were in the contest. I don’t know who else made the final round. All things I’m curious about.

In the mean time a big arm pumping, “All Riiigggghhhhtttt”

I immediately sent an email to my crutique buddies, FCRW chapter, . Then I did a FB post. Today I posted to my lalala Sisterhood.

I am fighting the urge to shout it from the roof tops.

Fantasy Man Monday

Monday, Monday. Another Monday begins.  I need a boost to get through the week and let’s kick it off with these contenders for Fantasy Man Monday.

Today we’re going to preview the Men of Dragon’s Mark, 2009 WIP, Epic Fantasy, Paranormal, Erotic Romance.

What do you think about these candidates for Fantasy Man Monday?

First, He’s the inspiration for Haydn, a secondary character.

Love the piercing eyes.  Sorry I’ve lost track of his name.

The Heroes are Caleb and Ethan, identical twins. Ethan is a little more intense than Caleb.

Rhys, another secondary character if you like the rugged bear of a man type.

And lastly, Kiernan. This tortured soul is the hero of my current WIP, Dragon’s Soul. He’s dark, conflicted and powerful.

Together they provide something for everyone’s Fantasy Monday.

Craft Resources

This week has been fraught with emotional ups and downs. Coming down from the Writers Retreat last weekend, high high high point of the year. Many ah ha moments.

Lightening did not strike me on Thursday. I have a heart but it won’t be golden this year.

It caused me to think about resources for writers. I’m not really thinking of self help type books but more resources that helped you along the way. No not really the big book of paranormal creatures that’s on my shelf. I can research on the internet. No not an alphabetical listing of all the big “R” little “r” rules to remember.

What are your resources as a writer?

Mine are the FCRW chapter I belong to. Also the couple of yahoo groups I maintain membership in.

My FB friends are great. Danica and I have had fun bracketing the week with me sponsoring Fantasy Man Monday and she offering Fantasy Man Friday. Friday’s are hotter.

Ink Plots, the live critique group I’m a member of helps. My Critique Partner is my life line.

I just received the Complete Writer’s Guide to Heroes & Heroines; Sixteen Master Archetypes. Great resource book by Tami Cowden, Caro LaFever and Sue Viders. It is outstanding.

Does anyone have that book on plot archetypes? I saw it on amazon.

What are your resources that help you both in the actual mechanics of writing and surviving the tough times?

Golden Heart Finals Announced Today

How do you measure a year?

Today thousands of unpublished romance writers are all waiting for a phone call telling them they made it into the final round of the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart writing contest. I’m one of them.

Last December I and all the others sent the first fifty pages of polished finished manuscript along with a CD containing the entire work to RWA headquarters for the Golden Heart Romance Novel Contest for unpublished authors.

That act of faith represented an entire year of plotting, writing, revisions, editing. I have an active full time day job. Most of my writing happens between 9p.m. and 2a.m.

Today I’ll try to not glare at the phone every five minutes. I’ll try not to have an anxiety attack. I’ll try to make it through the next five hours.

Good luck to all my FCRW Chapter Friends in the contest and my online cyber buddies. Here’s reaching out to squeeze your hand with a hope that you get your phone call today.

How do I measure a year? I think I’ll write another book.

Writing Retreat – FCRW 2010

FCRW Writers Retreat

This past weekend I had a rare treat that advanced my craft learning light years. The FCRW Chapter of RWA hosted a Writers Retreat with Anna DeStefano and Anna Adams

The retreat was held at the beautiful and charming Epworth by the Sea in St Simon’s Island, GA, a Methodist Church retreat facility. The Retreat was organized by our chapter president, Maria Connor An amazing woman, Maria’s author’s voice is a scream. I laughed so hard at one of her scenes I about fell out of the chair. She is a free lance writer and has had several great articles published in recent issues the RWA magazine.

I had several eureka experiences over the weekend. Those of you who have been on this journey with me know the growth arc I’ve been traveling. Suffice it to say that two years ago when I found the FCRW chapter I was on my second organically written book. While that sounds fairly sophisticated let me clarify for the bottom line. . . I vomited words onto the page. Not a pretty picture.

So for the past little-while I’ve been continuing to write with a more thoughtful approach. I’ve been trying to learn to plot, trying to wrestle what I wrote into a marketable format. I’ve been learning conflict, conflict, conflict motivation and goals. I wrote the third book.

I’ve plotted using power point, sticky notes on the wall. Sticky notes falling off the wall sticking to my shoe, butt and computer bag. I’ve recently fallen in love with 4 X 6 Cards for plotting. With help of my lovely and talented critique partner, Charlie Alldredge I pulled the book apart and revised, edited and looked at character progress, filled plot holes. Whew, it ain’t called a writer’s work for nothing, baby.

Friends that read my books LOVE the characters I create. So do I. However, I’m like ‘the little engine that could’ chugging along learning to plot, plot, plot and putting my characters through conflict. Lately in the throes of revising book three and writing book four I started having feelings of unrightness. Not really about the book(s), or about my emerging skills. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. But, something was there. Or rather, something wasn’t there.

Now trust me when I say I would rather poke my eye out with a pencil than write pages of character study charts to help me know why my heroine could never wear lavender panties. If that was the missing link between me and quality writing my little train would have to become a lawn ornament under the bougainvillea.

I’ve pretty much been able to create characters based on my training as a psychologist and the exhausting amount of personality inventory research I’ve been subjected to in the name of team building with my recent day job. I mean seriously, I can tell you what color I am, what letter of the alphabet, extroverted, innovator, briggs myers, bla bla bla ad nauseam. Truthfully it was useful in crafting three dimensional realistic characters but there is a limit to what one woman can take.

The first session with Anna DeStefano blew me away. I wanted to be the love child of the two Anna’s. OMG The session on Character arch was incredibly simple, taught in a hands on experiential manner. The perfect answer to all my anxt and woes.

There is something very liberating to seeing in full clarity what you have been struggling to do in the dark. Somehow wondering if you were right and asking the writing cosmic gods, if there wasn’t a better, easier way to do it. It’s like I’ve been trying to put a puzzle together with a few of the pieces missing. Once Anna provided those pieces in her workshop everything came together. If the collision had escaped my brain the sound would have been deafening.

Bamn to the forehead with the smack of a palm. “She is healed!” The voice thundered. Okay, I got a little carried away there but we were on a church retreat facility. *grins sheepishly*

Dang, I learned, I’m a character driven writer. I can develop my character’s personalities in a well planned conflict lock with each other. “Their character arc is their growth and it’s the plot that’s getting them there.” A.D.

I’m still processing everything but WOW. One of my critique buddies, Shelby Reed said it was the best money ever spent. I’ll add my amen to that.

We had a relaxed schedule with plenty of time to write. The workshops were awesome. We had informal plotting sessions together. Valerie Bowman hosted the cold reads and group critiques of pages. Then we had an opportunity to have individual sessions with the instructors. Amanda, Shelby, Madeline and I teamed up, rolling our appointment times into a group. The four of us trapped Anna DeStefano at the table in a tag team attack and asked our barrage of questions about craft, character advice, business advice, and can we be Face Book stalkers?. . . in the nicest kind of way.

She is a gracious lady and we all wish her success and health. She facilitated giving us all something illusive and precious. . . validation, respect, and friendship.

My SIL A Real Romance Hero

My SIL and Daughter before Sky Diving last fall prior to his leaving for a tour of duty in Afghanistan.

Last October, the time came when he was called up for his turn to serve in the desert.

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He had this photo enlarged and made into a canvas print. He sent it to her for their anniversary. They’ve missed all their first’s this year. First Thanksgiving, First Christmas, First Anniversary.

Finally, he returns from Afghanistan in roughtly eight more Monday’s –give or take, based on any changes the Marine’s may make. He made the Yahoo News letting off steam in the tire rolling contest.

My first thought was that the tire would roll much easier the other way. My daughter explained that evidently the point is flipping it over and over. My SIL is a big guy so that tire is a monster.

My daughter is anxious for him to return home safe. We all are. He adores Caylen and treats her like a queen. He’s a man among men and so my hero for this Sunday, and most any day, is My Son In Law, Robert Gallini, Alpha Marine. A real romance hero.

Feeling Good

I went to the gym last night, straight from work.  Usually I’m there at lunch time but when all else fails I truck over there after work.  I had new tunes on the ipod and a work out plan.  I’ve been back at the gym now a full 10 days after being released from my last surgical recovery time.  So I’m in my groove.  Gym time for me is thinking time.  I get into my routine and think big thoughts…. writing thoughts.

I approached my gym time last night leaving the building with a spring in my step.  I had labored for four days getting all the side stories out of my head and onto paper and I was ready to think think think about my current WIP that I’m 10,000 words into.  A work I plotted with my C.P.

I must digress for a moment.  I’m fairly inspirational/intuitive for a creative personality type.  Little things can set me off.  Last month I picked up a piece of jewelry and POW an erotic novella type story hit me that broke out of last year’s WIP.  I mean it is eerie, touch the object and its like the psychic hot line plugs in– characters, situation etc cascade into my brain, the voices, dialogue.  I know, it’s a blessing/it’s a curse.

Okay so, my mind is clear of all those side stories that have possessed me like little demons gnawing at my writing time on this year’s WIP. I’m in my sapphire blue bug ready to pull out of the parking lot. I’m feeling good.  Something across the highway in the feed store parking lot caught my eye.  I look over there and two romance heroes are stepping off their Harley touring bikes, side by side.  Whoa momma can you say not- from-around-here, baby.

Then it started again.  The voice in my head.  I have to smile and groan. Yes, I do this at the same time.  One more reason people around me think I’m just a little bit off in the head.  (Except my writing buddies of course…they hear the voices too.)

My gym time last night was spent listening to those voices telling me about Steve and Dylan.  I have a starting GMC, a heroine and her GMC, I don’t know her name yet.  I don’t have the suspense GMC yet.  I know someone wants to hurt her because they locked her in the steam room.  She likes to run.  She runs from everything, her past, her emotions, her interest in Steve and Dylan. She might like to run but they ARE going to catch her.  The WIP will have to wait one more day.

GI Joe is next to me on the elliptical.  He’s in pain.  But his biceps and calves didn’t get that way because he’s a happy couch potato.  Humm I’ll bet Steve has arms like that.  His hair is like that too.  By now I’m sure GI Joe guy thinks I’m nuts cause I’m smiling and rowing.  That is if he thinks anything at all.  He may be focused on his own pain…and demons.

So I’m on the rowing machine listening to my favboy singing my new theme song and realizing how true.