Archive for June, 2013

Daily Report & Snippet

So I wrote something like 1200 words today and some 400ish yesterday, despite the weekend being just a “planning” period for the Tomorrow Trilogy. I’m jumping around a bit and writing whatever struck my fancy for Seize the Day, just to get a feel for some of the changes. Changing where in the NB equality timeline the series actually was helped a whole lot, I think. Things fell less contrived.

I spoke to my wife about a lot of the changes and she provided me with suggestions. The Movement isn’t actually a proto-Resistance but it’s own thing, and Ryin will still end up Emperor, etc. Which keeps most of the plots for Surrender the Night and Gray Morning intact — which is a good thing. Especially for Gray Morning. However, with her suggestions and my new ideas, I think I’ll have a stronger series over all, which is what I was aiming for out of this. 🙂

A small scene, probably from one of the early chapters of the book:


“It’s not worth it, Savin,” Mari whispered, withdrawing her hand from the box. Tears streamed down her face, her lips twisted in a partial grimace. She looked towards him, her deep brown eyes pleading, begging him to give up. With a shaky hand, she brushed her hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “She’s suffering like this. She’s never going to get better, this way.”

Savin frowned, ignoring the weight that rested on his chest. He couldn’t look inside the box — couldn’t bear to see their daughter hooked up to various wires and IVs. She was hardly two weeks old, incapable of breathing on her own, eating on her own, regulating her own temperature. Everything. “If they would just –”

They’re not going to, Savin,” Mari insisted, her tone growing more urgent. She moved in close to him, taking hold of both of his arms and looking him the eye. “She’s an NB.”

“Which means nothing,” Savin hissed through his teeth. He moved away from Mari and stepped closer to the incubator. Their daughter lay inside, her small chest rising with each assisted breath. “She’s still a human being — they overturned the NB laws years ago –”

“As her mother, it’s my decision to make,” Mari said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’re not married yet. They only need my word.”

The weight on his chest shifted, pressing directly over his heart. A fog filled the gaps of his mind as he stared at Mari, his mouth hanging open before clamping shut. Tears stung his eyes, causing him to look away from her. 

“Fine,” he managed through gritted teeth. “Do whatever you want. Just — just let me say goodbye to Danni, first.” 

“I’ll go tell the doctor that we’re ready to let go,” Mari said, backing out of the small hospital room. Savin nodded, not daring to look at her as he kept his focus on the box and on his daughter’s labored breathing and her thin, near translucent skin. He slipped his hand through the hole in the box, taking hold of her little hand — one that reflexively gripped his finger. 

“I love you, kiddo,” he murmured, his voice choked with tears.

He couldn’t say as much about Mari — not anymore.



So, you guys know how I said I was going to sit here and outline the Tomorrow Trilogy and try to fill in the plot better/make it more solid?

I did just that. Except, I was intending to keep the original plot in tact across the three books and just strengthen the world-building, so that things made a little more sense. That was part of the critique I received from Chris B., and I took it to heart.

I know I’ve been blocked for a long, long time on the over-arching plot of all three novels. The character arcs? I’ve got down to a science. The relationship arcs? They’re pretty solid, too. But I’ve always struggled with the political plot that essentially drives these characters forward, and for a long time, I thought that was simply because I didn’t have a full understanding of politics.

No, I think I’ve just been focusing on the wrong side of the story. Getting my characters to become Emperors or whatever was eating my brain. I wanted each change of who’s in power to make sense. But then my bff Sarah asked me a simple, very innocent question:

What if Ryin is the one who legalizes the NBs?

And I went, “Well, how the fuck would he do that if he did?”

Which lead to, “What if they already ARE legalized by the time the Trilogy has its proper start?”

Which just spiraled into an idea of having Ryin and Jazz and Savin all be members of The Movement (or the Resistance), their involvement with THAT, more of the Resistance’s side of the story, with all of the Empire’s other political shit as background fodder/fuel for their fire.

Seriously I just changed the whole game of my books in just a few hours of epic story vomiting all over the place to Sarah. I have the rough (political) plot determined for each, have already started to figure out the minutae of Seize the Day in light of these major changes, etc.

It feels like a stronger series this way and it allows me to have stronger world-building AND it tightens some of the plot up, which I was struggling with — especially in Seize the Day and Surrender the Night.

Yay me!


Daily Report & Snippet

So tomorrow starts the weekend, and my plan on Saturday and Sunday is to start planning out TT a little better and maybe writing small pieces and the like for all three books. It’s not that I’m putting the Tomorrow Trilogy or any of my larger projects on the back burner for the smut gig (I did sell another piece today!), it’s that I need to really think things through. 

Things like plot points and character arcs need to be thought through, and I need to organize things better and space out my time-skips better and figure out which things can be condensed and which ones can’t. Being character-driven makes this sort of thing kinda hard, as the characters tend to take the drafts wherever they want to take them. But some of the major plot points have never changed, even if how I arrive at them do. So I need to keep that in mind.

I did, however, write 1700ish words of my next piece of erotica, Say Please. It’s a piece I wrote like…6 months ago that I’m heavily reworking. It was 8k words long originally, and I’m going to salvage as much of it as I can, but change some things so that it stands alone better. Here’s the last part of the first section (a planned total of 3):


“Did you know that Shawn Baker’s got an ad out in the paper?”

“What ad?” Dustin asked as he emerged from their bedroom and walked down the small hall towards the open dining room and small, boxed-in kitchen. He meticulously wrapped a towel around his head so that his hair could dry a little faster.

“Says he’s looking for a ‘companion,’” Jess answered, looking up from the stack of pancakes he just placed on their small kitchen table. He flashed Dustin another smile. “I made your favorite!”

That thing?” Dustin said, blinking as his brain booted on the rest of the way. He had seen that ad before. Everyone at his job was talking about it — considering that Mr. Baker owned the medical company he worked for, that didn’t surprise him.

“So you have seen it, then?”

Dustin rolled his eyes and sat in his seat. “Yeah, I have. What’s your point, Jess? If you don’t have one, just come sit down and eat breakfast with me.”

“Just seems odd, doesn’t it? I mean, ‘companion’?” Jess said, his smile faltering somewhat as he sat down next to Dustin. He placed a large, steaming mug of coffee in front of Dustin, who picked it up with a grateful nod.

“He wants a fuck buddy. It’s just polite to say companion,” Dustin muttered, taking a sip of his coffee. It burned the whole way down, making him wince. “The guy’s supposed to be this huge fucking pervert.”

Jess laughed, taking a large stack of his own pancakes. “You can’t really know that’s what he’s looking for, dude. I’m pretty sure you can’t advertise for that sorta thing.”

“Guy’s a fucking billionaire, Jess. Can do whatever the hell he wants,” Dustin murmured, rubbing his temple as a headache began to settle in.

“You should try out for it,” Jess said suddenly, looking directly at Dustin. Another huge grin split his face in half. “You’d be perfect for it!”

Dustin raised an eyebrow at Jess before shaking his head, scowling slightly. “Guy’s practically my boss, why’d I want to try and be his ‘companion?’ The fuck is wrong with you?”

Jess leaned forward, pressing his lips to Dustin’s roughly. “Nothing,” he answered, grinning when they broke apart, “Just that you’re pretty — he’d be sure to pick you!”

“He wants a blond, Jess. I have an idea, why don’t you do it?”

“I’m not as pretty as you are,” Jess said, kissing Dustin again, this time on the cheek. He beamed at Dustin, as if what he said made perfect sense.

“Okay, asshole, what if he does pick me?” Dustin asked, turning his attention to his own stack of pancakes. He tried to ignore the bubble of irritation building in his chest. “You gonna be okay with that?”

When Jess didn’t answer, Dustin smirked to himself. He didn’t think Jess would be okay with Dustin showing up for that particular interview — especially not when Mr. Baker was undoubtedly looking for a quick lay and not just a friend.

That didn’t mean the idea didn’t intrigue him, though. Shawn Baker was an attractive man, in his thirties, and wildly rich. At his job, Dustin had seen him once. The man was a little shorter than he was, maybe six feet tall on a good day. Thin, like Jess, though not quite as gangly looking, either. Long, black hair that hung in his face, obscuring anyone’s view of his thick-framed glasses.

But those green eyes? Nothing could hide those — and the one time Dustin had seen Mr. Baker, those eyes of his were what Dustin remembered most. Sighing, Dustin knocked back more of his coffee and closed his eyes.

He almost wished Jess would be okay with him going out for the interview — just to see what would happen.

Daily Report & Snippet

I’m still pretty pleased with myself that someone bought my ebook. Even one purchase is one more than I expected within that first week, so yay me! I’m working on my third short story now. Actually, it’s finished, but I need to go through it again and do small edits and make sure it’s properly formatted, etc. I’ll likely go over it tomorrow in between edits to one of my favorite smut pieces of all time, and once all of those little edits and things are done I’ll put it up for sale. 🙂

My favorite smut piece, though, is a bit of a beast. It’s 8k words long and I think I actually have to write out a game plan for some of the changes, the details I need to fill in, which I need to change, etc. I’ve already changed the names and changed the formatting of it so that it’s more Amazon Kindle friendly, but the piece is also several months (uh…maybe closer to a year) old, so it needs a lot of work. I actually like that, though, because it means I can make it even better. 🙂 

A snippet from “I Ain’t Never,” which should be available for Kindle soon…ish:


It ain’t long ‘fore he stops me, pullin’ away from me. Without warnin’, he’s climbin’ on toppa me, tossin’ one of my legs over his shoulder while holdin’ down on the other. We’re lengthwise on the couch now, my head up near one of the arms. He’s between my legs, his mouth comin’ down hard on my own, his tongue battlin’ mine as something big and thick pushes against me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my nails diggin’ into his skin as he pushes more, makin’ sure to go just slow ‘nough for me to adjust to his girth. He groans into my neck, mutterin’ something about me bein’ tight under his breath. It hurts, but the pain’s nice. Feels good, almost. He’s in all the way, and I rub myself against him, feeling that tension build all over again before he can even move.

And move he does. Slow at first, each thrust of his hard, like punctuation. He stretches me, fillin’ me in ways I ain’t never knew I could be filled before. I gasp and moan, my body movin’ to match his as much as it can. One of his hands is on my breast, squeezin’ it and rollin’ the nipple ‘tween his fingers, heightenin’ my pleasure.

Another cry escapes me just as he strikes somewhere deep inside me. I do what I can to get him to fill me more an’ more, raisin’ my hips and bendin’ myself as much as I can. His pace quickens, each buck of his hips causin’ me to grow louder. The storm outside’s been entirely forgotten — else it’s gone quiet outside while we move in tandem.

I feel like he’s gonna rip me in two, the way he moves in an’ out. He kisses me wherever he can, his hands touchin’ me all over. One even dips between my legs, teasin’ that nub again an’ makin’ me scream and shake with pleasure. I don’t know if my body can take much more of it as he pounds into me.

Just as I think I can’t take no more, my whole body tenses, the release even stronger than it was when he used his tongue to please me. Johnathan cries out not long after me, his body continuin’ to move but with more jerky motions, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He shudders to a stop, restin’ on top of me, his head on my chest. We’re covered in sweat as if we had done an honest day’s work, both out of breath and pantin’ like we done run a marathon.



I am ridiculously excited about this right now you don’t even know.

I mean, it was smut, and something I’m selling under a pseudonym, obviously, but someone paid money for it. HOW COOL IS THAT???