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New Year, “New” Projects

So. This year, I have set out to do lots of things to help further my potential writing career. I have joined a wonderful writing community known as Get Your Words Out over at livejournal with my personal journal. It’s what used to be my writing LJ, but with all things, it’s changed and evolved into something else entirely. I still post writing there; it’s just gotten less frequent than the entries that are far more personal and navel-gazing in nature.

Now, over at GYWO, you could pledge to writing various amounts of words over the course of 2015. The number of words I pledged to complete this year is 500k, and as of today, I am just 400 words over the “target” line. I have written 16.8k words so far, this year. Not bad, right?

Except I have writing goals other than simply spitting out 500k words in a 365 day period.

I want to submit at least three pieces to literary magazines. I want to resume my Amazon Self-Published Erotica biz, Erotica Pen Name included, by writing and publishing at least one piece to sell. Most likely, it would be me playing with the “Vicky and Mordecai” storyline, as I have a part 4 that’s been languishing at “half-finished” for about half a year, now. I want to finish the Second Draft of Gray Morning.

If anyone’s been paying attention — back in December, I was wrapping up the first book of my A New Day trilogy. Yes, trilogy. Because between December 23rd and today, January 12th, I not only decided, yes, I’m shelving One Day at a Time despite not having filled in those last 15kish words, but that there was, in fact, another book that took place after Gray Morning.

I wish I could say I wasn’t surprised. But I was. I mean, I sat here and began writing Gray Morning a few days before January 1st. It’s at approximately 24k words total. I think at about 15k in, I looked up from my screen, my eyes widening and me whispering, “Oh, no,” to myself. Because I realized that there was no way Gray Morning would be a satisfactory ending to the storyline. That there definitely was more storyline to explore, after a certain protagonist’s death.

But I have never seriously thought about plot-related things after Gray Morning either. At the same time, though, the world Jazz and Savin now inhabit has undergone so many changes. It’s not the same that it used to be. They’re not the same that they used to be. I mean, okay, they’re still themselves, and their story is still theirs, but just like me and their world, they evolve, too. They experience growth and change (and they should, if they’re going to be well-rounded characters).

I want 2015 to be a good year. I want it to be the best year. I want to get into a routine, I want to find a way to write for at least an hour every day, so I can try to stay on top of my word counts. I want to set aside larger blocks of time to get caught up when lack of sleep and time inevitably tank the lead I have on my goals at present. I want to finish this damn trilogy and begin editing it and reworking parts and finally know all of the pieces to it.

My best friend thought I might be pushing myself a little too hard when I mentioned that I wanted to finish the 8-10 novel ideas I have in my head at present before I turn 30. I turn 30 in approximately three years. That’s roughly 3-4 novels a year. 3-4 months spent on one novel at a time.

Doable. As long as I can, in fact, write for an hour every day. I also want to work on finding an agent and building my “platform” and getting myself out there.

Who knows. Maybe I’ll be on my way to a publishing contract in another couple of years or so.

Wouldn’t that be lovely?

It’s the little things…

Life’s been insane. I started working almost full-time at a local convenience store chain. Escaped my abuser’s home (and yes, I came to terms with the fact that it was abuse, in the past year).

In that time, I’ve been writing. I’ve been competing, too. Remember that writing competition on LJ I waxed poetic about? Well, season 9 started back in… March?

It’s still going.

We’re like three weeks or so away from reaching the top 50.

And I am clawing my way into that coveted range of people. My true goal is Top 25.

In the past year, I’ve split up my Tomorrow Trilogy into three separate books, each with their own separate story lines and casts. Gray Morning is still titled that — Gray Morning. Ryan (previously Ryin) has his own world to play in, and so does Jordine and the Hooban race.

I’ve written several new short stories I intend to try and push out into the world.

And my erotica writing has, sadly, ground to a halt. I intend to resume it, and I’m editing all five pieces for Say What You Want to publish as a single book — but I am debating on adding another “bonus” chapter to the end. My muses want to, and I think it might benefit the story if I did, but finding the energy to write that much unabashed smut right now is difficult.

My life, right now, is so much better than it was a year ago. And while I’m not writing as much as I used to, I’m still writing, and I’m piecing together a new draft for Gray Morning. Behold, a little of what I have cobbled together, today:

“Where were you?” Savin growled once the door shut behind him. “The Empire’s been fucking falling apart –”

“I know,” Jazz murmured, frowning.

“They think you’re dead!” Savin shouted, throwing his keys down on the little stand beside his door. He tugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, storming past Jazz once he slipped his shoes off his feet.

“I know,” Jazz whispered, his voice quiet and subdued.

“They think I did it!” Savin turned sharply on his heel, running his fingers through his hair. “Do you know how long it took for them to let me go back to my job? Fucking Amelia kept an eye on me for at least a month — I almost got fired — I –” He cut himself off, noticing the look on Jazz’s face.

“Do you blame them?” Jazz asked, his back nearly to the door, his lip caught underneath his teeth. “You did tell them what happened, right?”

Savin paused, the anger having been sucked from his lungs. He frowned and looked away from Jazz. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “They only wanted to know where you were — and since I didn’t know…”

Jazz nodded, still chewing on his bottom lip as he turned his gaze towards the floor. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just — I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“I don’t care,” Savin said, turning on his heel and waving his hand dismissively in the air. He kept talking as he moved towards his bedroom, tugging his top over his shoulders as he walked. “I really fucking don’t, okay? You left, and my life nearly fucking fell apart, and I don’t give a shit anymore.”

He slammed his bathroom door behind him and shed the rest of his clothes. He needed a shower. Needed to get away and just forget that Jazz was even there. In his apartment. Alive. And apparently no worse for wear, even after the past six months, and —

Savin shut off the water and tugged his jeans back over his waist. Anger filled him again, and he marched out of the bathroom, arms folded over his bare chest. “Where the fuck where you, anyway?” he snapped, his nails digging into his upper arms. “You’re the fucking Emperor — how could you just abandon your whole fucking Empire like that?”

Jazz flinched, his back still to the front door. His face flushed and he kept his eyes low. “I thought it would be in good hands,” he said, fidgeting.


…the writing portion of getting Say You’ll Let Me up and ready for Amazon, anyway. I still need to go back through it and lightly edit/have my bff read through it and give me suggestions. In the meantime, I figured out my next editing project to put up for sale on Amazon. It’s a Fuck or Die kind of story that I wrote a couple of months back, and I think I can tweak it to make it stand alone enough without it having any connection to my trilogy.

I’ve decided that right now, any and all other writing is on hiatus until I get a sizeable bibliography going on Amazon. I need to focus on “work,” while looking for work, etc. I want to properly plan all my books and I think it’s time to focus on an individual book and cook up ideas for the Trilogy when the mood strikes. The Tomorrow Trilogy is my baby, and I want it to be good. It’ll obviously never be perfect but I want a tighter plot and I want to work on my character arcs, etc.

I’m feeling pretty good-ish today, so there’s that. I actually didn’t write all that many words (just shy of 700), but I finished a thing, started the process of editing another thing, and am about to start going through Say You’ll Let Me so I can have it up for sale by Friday. 😀


Jess nodded, managing a soft smile towards Dustin as Dustin sat back in his seat with a wince. Without thinking, Jess leaned against his boyfriend and slung an arm over his shoulders. “That was really hot,” Jess breathed in Dustin’s ear.

Dustin’s face turned red and he crossed his arms over his chest. “So is this official now?” he asked hoarsely. He cleared his throat. “You gonna contact me whenever you wanna see me next?”

Shawn smiled, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Once every couple of weeks or so, yes, I will,” he answered. “If at any point either one of you wish to break off the arrangement, let me know. I don’t want to cause any conflicts between the two of you.” He pushed himself away from the desk and walked over towards Jess, offering his hand yet again. “Have I made myself clear?”

Jess slipped his hand inside Shawn’s own and gave as firm of a handshake as he could manage. “You have, Shawn,” he said quietly.

Shawn then offered his hand to Dustin, who took it grudgingly. Shawn’s smile morphed into a smirk, his fingers lingering inside Dustin’s own. He bent forward, whispering something in Dustin’s ear before pulling away from him entirely. “We have ourselves a deal, then, gentlemen. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business I need to attend to. You can see yourselves out, can’t you?”

Jess and Dustin both stood up without a word and made their way out of Shawn’s office. Once they were out of view, Dustin reached for Jess’s hand and squeezed it. “You really okay with this, dude?” he asked as they walked through the halls of Shawn’s mansion. “Don’t wanna upset you or anything.”

Smiling, Jess squeezed Dustin’s hand back. “Of course, dude! I know how much you really want this — and it’s just sex, anyway, y’know? It’s not like you’ll be dating him or anything like that — and he’d really only see you like, twice a month or whatever, so that’s fine, too. I just want you to be happy, y’know?”

“Yeah, but –”

“Don’t worry about, okay?” Jess said, cutting off Dustin’s protest and pulling him close. He brushed the loose strands of Dusin’s hair out of his face. “Like I said, if I have a problem with things, I’ll let you and Shawn know. Besides — it was really hot getting to watch the two of you together like that.”

Dustin nodded, catching his bottom lip with his teeth as he looked away from Jess. “If you say so, dude. Just don’t want you getting hurt, y’know?”

“I know,” Jess said, leaning in to kiss Dustin’s cheek. “It’ll be fine, Dustin! I promise.”

Except Jess couldn’t quite shake the look Dustin and Shawn had shared moments ago, nor could he forget the way Dustin had seemed to forget about Jess’s existence in Shawn’s presence. Those things didn’t mean anything, right?

At least, that’s what Jess told himself.

Daily Report & Snippet

So I spent as much of today writing as I could. Managed a nice 2250 words or so, started the smutty part of the Country Girl piece I started yesterday, and have yet to figure out a real title for the Pornography piece I intend to sell on Amazon, as well. But I feel more productive than I have in a week, and I feel happy about what I’m doing, too. After all, I don’t mind writing erotica. In fact, I really enjoy it. A lot. It’s fun to write, and if I somehow manage to make a few bucks doing it for the time being, even better!

I will share with you a snippet from Country Girl (I have dubbed the piece that in my head, but that so isn’t the title for it, I swear). The fact that it’s m/f smut, too, with me playing with voice, and just having fun and not being serious in general is a little weird for me, but I like it. The snippet:


“Now, I ain’t sayin’ that,” Johnathan remarks, leanin’ in close. He smells like earth just after it rains. “I wouldn’t mind gettin’ to know you in ‘that’ way, but I ain’t gonna force you or nothin’. I’d rather treat you right. Know those boys at school weren’t all that kind to you. Even so…” he trails off and sighs, a heavy breath of air. “I don’t think you’re interested in me that way.”

My face must be on fire again just as the thunder outside grows louder. The lights flicker again, plungin’ us into a deep darkness that lasts, this time. It spares me from embarrassment for a moment. “You got any candles in here?” I ask, pushing myself away from the couch. “I got a feelin’ we’re gonna be needin’ ‘em for a while.”

“There’re some upstairs,” he says, and I hear him shufflin’ to his feet. I’m already makin’ my way to the stairs when he crashes into me. The two of us tumble to the ground, just as the storm outside grows louder, soundin’ more and more like a twister by the minute.

‘Cept I don’t wanna spare a moment thinkin’ ‘bout the worsening weather, not when Johnathan’s smashed up against me, our limbs tangled worse than the branches of an old withered tree. He’s squarely between my legs, his head on my chest and one hand pinnin’ my shoulder to the ground.

That warmth from earlier courses through me all over again, makin’ it difficult to breathe. Or maybe that’s his weight, but he ain’t all that heavy. It’s almost pleasant, having him pressed against me like this.

“You — gonna get up?” I manage after a while. I ain’t ‘bout to admit it, but I want him to stay right where he is. Like earlier, find my hips movin’ just a tiny bit on their own, an’ the warmth spreads from between my legs and into my belly.

“Depends,” Johnathan answers, shiftin’ his weight so that he’s on his hands and knees. He towers over me, that earthy smell of his stronger than ever. “D’ya really want me to?”