Being in lockdown, stuck at home, without work, has ignited an interest in writing for many. Every person has at least one book in them.
Or, you may want to write articles, blogs, or create website content for others. There are many things you can write.
But where or how do you start?
I thought over the next few weeks I’d write a series of posts on offering tips to get you writing, give you an insight into self publishing, and ideas about creating your own covers, among some of the topics to be covered.
There are of course lots of people who say they want to write, and never do. The reasons for this are many.
Starting with lack of time, lack of suitable material to write, no idea how to start and lack of motivation.
Many an author spends a large part of the day getting set up to write, leaving the writing space to go and make a cup of coffee (or in my case tea), returning to the laptop, taking a sip, fingers hovering over the keyboard only to need to go and do the washing up…and so on. You get the idea I’m sure.
Procrastination, or writer’s block is not unheard of, and experienced by many.
Today, I want to simply focus on the time excuse. I’ve got no time. I can’t write because I’m holding down a full time job, I’m a mother, I’ve got a household to run, and so on. Again, the reasons are multiple.
Let’s focus on the I’ve got no time and the job reason.
If you’re serious about writing (and you may just want to write for your own pleasure, or to publish and make money), you can make time.
These days, with laptops, tablets, and mobile phones (not to mention pen and paper), you can write anywhere, anytime.
You an write on the bus, the train, the park, the toilet (yes, you can, no one will know), while waiting in queues, waiting at school pick, attending after school activities and so on.
Saying, I’ve got no time is just an excuse.
Don’t believe me? It’s true. I upgraded to the latest and greatest mobile and Ipad, which are my constant companion and whenever I have a few minutes spare time, I write on either of these devices.
Next, make sacrifices.
Get up earlier to write. Stay up late a night to write. I don’t want to miss out on family life, so I’ve decided to stay up late at night when the house is sleeping to do a large chunk of my writing.
Yes, it’s taken a bit of getting used to, but now I’m there. It beats stressing about the fact I don’t get time to write.
I’ve heard of people writing their novels on their phones while commuting.
Dictation devices are getting better and better, and many authors are using them to dictate. I don’t encourage you to dictate while driving, but you could try it while going for a walk.
At home I’ve got a stationary exercise bike and when I go on it, I take my ipad to write (how good’s that? killing two birds with the one stone).
Not a night person? Get up earlier. Start the day before everyone else in your house. Or, use your lunch break. When I was still holding down a day job, I’d write during lunch.
Do you get the picture? Everyone can make time to write if that’s what they want to do.
How to start?
If you’ve not written at all, and are a complete novice, I’d start with writing five minutes a day. Make sure you do write five minutes a day.
What should you write?
Write what comes to mind. Start writing your novel, blog, or non fiction book. As long as you write, that’s all that matters.
You’ll find that once you’re in the habit of writing, you’re halfway there to finishing your project.
Next post, I’ll cover different writing opportunities from fiction, to non ficton, blogs and websites.
Don’t forget to drop me a line if you’ve got a specific question or topic you’d like covered.
As always during these tough times, stay safe, stay home.
Although, as a writer writing seven days of the week, it doesn’t really matter what day of the week it is. Why then celebrate the end of the ‘working week’? Because it signifies the weekend is here.
Despite the odd hours a writer keeps, I still like to make sure I take time out on weekends. Of course, it’s difficult right now, being in lockdown and all, but thankfully, we’re allowed to go for walks.
Anyway, I wasn’t going to go on and on about the virus. No. The point of this blog was to let you guys know I’m working on another clean equestrian romance.
I thought I’d share the work in progress cover.
Okay, so at this stage I can only share the image, with the title below it. But, I think you get the idea.
Elizabeth is embarking on a career change. She’s sick of being a lawyer. Her passion are horses. She sets up a horse trainer business hoping she’ll start getting clients and making money.
She doesn’t have to wait long for her first client to make an online enquiry. He offers her a million dollars to train a difficult horse in two weeks.
When she agrees to take a look at this difficult horse she realizes there’s a problem.
She and Tom have a past. A brief one but it’s still a past.
Of course she’ll take the job, needing money and a positive result.
The plan is to have it ready for publishing within 14 days.
Okay, so in a lot of places restrictions are easing, people are moving around again, but the overall message remains to stay safe, and if possible, stay home.
There’ll be plenty of people reluctant to go out.
And, of course we’re all in different stages at returning to a ‘normal life,’ whatever normal is.
So, to help you cope with the current situation, I thought I’d share 3 things you could try to do, to ease the situation.
Of course, it goes without saying that if all else fails you turn to a book. What am I saying? One book. You turn to as many books as you like.
But, if you’re a bit over reading, or just need a bit of variety, here’re my top 3 things:
Practice your cooking skills. Get your loved one involved. Use the time you have on your hand to find recipes you’ve not tried before. And then, cook the dish. You could aim for one new dish a week, or two a week, or if you’re really ambitious, a new meal every night.
2. Have a special date night (sorry, this only works if you’re partnered, or have a pet, or a special teddy who could be your date). Okay, so we can’t go out. Sit in a cafe or restaurant to enjoy time together with your loved on. Create your own special cafe. If you’ve got a good restaurant doing take away, go for it. Find a place in your home, or outside, you can turn into a ‘special eating place,’ get decorating and then order the food. Don’t forget, you’ve got to get dressed up, and take plenty of photos. If you’re the social media type, make sure you share them. Give your ‘pretend restaurant’ a special name. Make a sign announcing its location. Make a menu. You’re really only limited by your imagination here. The success will depend on you.
3. Find a new skill to learn. There are so many people, organisations and sites offering courses in many different things, the world is your oyster. Since we’re not spending as much time in cars or on public transport, there’s more time in the day to do other things. What is it you’d like to try? Do you want to write a book? Learn how to draw, or play an instrument? Again, you’re only limited here by yourself. I got a harmonica for Christmas, and as of the start of the lockdown I’d not taken advantage of the free 30 day course it offered along with the purchase. Well, the other day I joined up, and now I’m seven days into learning how to play the harmonica (no, I’m not ready to share a sample of my playing yet.) There are photography courses, and many more. Go on. Find something to try out. What have you go to loose?
Okay. So that’s this week’s tips of 3 things to try while in lockdown. Next week, I’ll give you three more.
Feel free to drop me a line, or leave a comment on things you’ve done to keep yourself occupied during lockdown.
Better get back to writing. I’ve got my next steamy romance nearly finished. One chapter to go, then an edit before being published.
I’ve just plotted another sweet horse romance, and am still writing the Magic Academy for the Middle Aged book. I have to say, it makes me laugh out loud. If you’ve missed it, I’ve been publishing chapters for free on my blog. So far there’s chapter 1 and 2 available.
So, I’m warming to the idea to keep publishing the chapters for the story on my blog as a bit of a thank you for my supportive readers.
That way you get to read the book for free as I’m getting it ready for publication.
Feel free to drop me a line about the story, if you like, or anything else.
I hope you’re staying safe and well during these challenging times.
Here’s the next chapter. Happy reading.
Skeletons know how to dance
“May I help you up?” says a velvet voice above my head. If I weren’t stuck face first in the mud, I’d probably turn around to look at the stranger. “And may I thank you for releasing me from years in the dark. It’s such an enlightening experience.” There’s the sound of a raspy laugh followed by, “get it? An enlightening experience after years under ground…” he trails off.
Now there’s an odd sentiment, I think, forcing my limbs into action.
Scrambling to my hands and knees, before getting to my feet, I notice my stockings are now nothing more than shredded bits of material around my ankle.
I can’t help but think there’s strange magic at work here.
Looking up now, I finally find myself nearly nose to nose with a skeleton. He’s wearing pants held up by suspenders, a straw hat, and a bandana around his neck.
“Who’re you?” I ask, doing my best to hide my fear. Where the heck’s Allegra?
“How rude of me,” says the skeleton, extending bony fingers toward me. “Let me introduce myself. Victor Von Furhausen the third. And you are?”
“Ehr,” is all I manage to blurt out.
“Enchante Erh,” he bows his head a little, popping his lower jaw open to reveal teeth.
“Fraya, Fraya Farbenfroh,” I correct the skeleton, trying to work out what’s going on. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Allegra. She’s dancing with a skeleton.
“You know here?” Victor’s looking in the same direction as me.
“She’s my friend,” I explain, glancing down my legs, wondering about the ivy I felt before.
“Ah,” is Victor’s response. And then, “care to dance?”
Before I can process the question, I’m being held by the skeleton and propelled around the graveyard.
To my shock, more and more skeletons make an appearance. Some looking confused, others walking with purpose out into the dark night.
Butterflies multiply in the pit of my stomach as the place starts to crawl with the dead. This isn’t good.
“You did it,” cries Allegra as she swirls past me in the arms of a skeleton dressed in a black suit with top hat.
Open mouthed I stare after her.
“What do you mean I did it?” my words are no louder than a whisper.
“You pulled on the poisoned ivy, opening the lock to the invisible door keeping the dead under ground.”
“I…no…what…” I splutter, trying to remember what had happened seconds before I’d fallen.
Being a witch, my senses are sharpened, and I had felt the ivy. Instead of carefully removing it from my leg, I’d taken a step forward, tugging at the plan material before falling.
And, while falling, my arms had flailed windmilled like, reaching for something. A dim memory of finding a lever, it moving as I was desperate to stop my speedy acceleration toward the ground.
Then, I don’t know. I’d thought nothing had happened. Had the lever been what opened the locked door for the skeletons?
I doubt it.
Anyway, why are they locked up? How much harm can the dead do?
“Quite a lot actually,” says a faceless voice to my right. Shrieking, I stumble. A black bird with beady yellow eyes is perched in a tree branch staring down at me. “In fact,” the bird swoops toward me in a flurry of feathers, landing on his feet.
Instead of yellow beady eyes, I’m now looking into dark, intense coffee eyes. My knees wobble, unable to withstand all that’s happened in the last, I don’t know hour, day, weeks.
“Sorry to arrive so unexpectedly, but when I’d heard the dead had been released, I got going straight away.”
“How…who…” the rest of the question doesn’t make it out of my mouth. Instead, I feel my knees buckle, and the world turn black.
When I open my eyes, nothing’s changed. Except for the fact I’m now in the arms of the bird, man I mean. He’s supporting me, as I’m lying on the ground.
“Are you alright dear?” those coffee eyes are peering at me, as if trying to see inside my head.
“What happened?” I croak, desperate to get back to my feet. The way my body’s reacting to being held by this man is unnerving to say the least.
There’s tingling as if I’ve stuck my fingers into a light socket. My nerve cells are quivering in anticipation, and there are other things going on I don’t care to examine right now.
I mean, I’m just getting over my bitter divorce. Jumping into bed with another man, is not on what I plan to do.
Rolling my eyes, I can’t believe I’v just jumped the gun like that? Have you ever heard anything as ridiculous as me leaping ahead from being held as a result of a near fall, to having sex with a man you’ve not even met properly?
Perhaps I’m going mad?
The dickhead ex kept telling me how mad I was acting.
“You’ve turned mad,” he’d said during one of the mediations we had to attend. “You did always act strange during our marriage. You witch.”
He could not have known how hard his attempted insult hit its mark.
Like a kick in the guts, it took my breath away. Not so much because I find the term offensive, but because I was offended by him hurling it at me to make me sound nasty.
Truth be told, I’ve known for a long time about my true heritage.
For too long I tried to be someone I’m not.
No more. Well, that’s the theory. But you know how life goes, don’t you? We rarely end up doing what we plan to do.
“Who are you?” I decide to ask the obvious.
“Oh my,” the man, who’s eyes have not left mine, finally helps me to my feet. “How rude of me not to introduce myself. I’m Rector Tradar Obin, the head of the Magic Academy for the Middle Age, which by the way, I find a rather unfortunate name with a lot of our students not identifying as middle aged.”
“I guess, how do you identify as middle aged?”
Tradar shrugs. “Age is but a number we assign too much importance to. I mean there are witches, wizards, and some humans, who are say fifty, but feel more like thirty, and vice versa. Perhaps in time we’ll put in for a name change. But just like humans, there are many magical folk set in their ways, I’m afraid, which will make changing the name of the school difficult.”
I nod, even though I’m not following.
“I’m Fraya Farbenfroh,” I say to fill the sudden silence.
The Rector nods. “I know,”
Perplexed I stare at him. “It’s a bit complicated, and there are few more skeletons we have to try and re-capture to put behind the safety of the barrier that’s come down tonight. Are you up to coming with me, or would you rather wait here, with,” he peers past me at the gravestone. “With Marge Myrtleford?”
“I’m coming,” I say without hesitation. With no sign of Allegra, I’m not hanging out at the cemetery a minute longer, on my own.
“Good,” Tradar turns and invites me to walk past him.
“What exactly is wrong with the skeletons roaming the streets?” I ask not really able to see the problem.
Again, my ex would have a field day. “That’s just like you isn’t it? Unable to see the obvious. Too wrapped up in your own world to get it.”
Sighing, I do my best to push thoughts of the bastard out of my head. I didn’t come here to constantly think about the man who broke my heart. I mean, I really thought we were going to grow old together.
He obviously didn’t.
In fact, he’s already replace me with a younger model, and rumor has it she’s pregnant. So much for telling me he didn’t want to have children.
“Sorry?” I turn to the head of the school, feeling foolish for having missed his question.
“I was just wondering if you’re looking forward to studying with us.”
Am I? “A bit. It’s also frightening to be going back to school to learn new things. I mean, you know, how to use our powers. Part of me worries that my powers have left me since I’ve spent so many years suppressing them.”
“It’s a natural emotions. I wouldn’t’ worry too much about it. Once a witch always a witch.”
“Thank you, I hope you’re right.”
“I am, he replies with confidence.
“So, why can’t the skeletons be out?” I ask, as the Rector makes a beeline for a whole bunch of them huddled around a tree on the outside of the cemetery.
“The chaos that would cause would take years to repair, not to mention so many minds to befuddle to make sure they forgot what they’d seen.”
“Why befuddle them?” I’m not following.
“Can you imagine the outcry if skeletons suddenly walked around the streets? It would test the very core believes humans have about life and death. Not something I want to try and fix. No. We need to make sure we get everything single skeleton back to the cemetery where they belong.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice movement. Was it a dead person making a run for it? I’m not one hundred percent sure. If it was, they’re long gone by now, so I decide against telling Rector Tradar about.
So I hinted the other day (more like yesterday), at a new novel I’ve been toying with. A middle age academy book following Fraya’s attendance at a Middle Age Magic Academy to help her get over her divorce.
I liked the idea of putting the first chapter on my blog, and so here it is. I’ll try and post a chapter every other day. Feel free to add feedback if you wish. It’s always good to get brutal honest opinions from readers.
Book Title: Middle Age Magic Academy: Book 1 – My Skeleton’s Better Than Yours
Chapter 1 –
On extra credit assignment number one
This cannot be happening. I mean, seriously? Come on universe, give me a break. Haven’t you heaped enough shit on me already? A cheating husband, a nasty separation, and a bitter divorce, how much more are you going to make me suffer?
I’ve only just stepped out of the cab, and managed to get a ladder in my stocking.
“Look at it,” I say to no one in particular, or maybe the faint white glow on the other side of the gate. “Now what am I going to do? I didn’t pack any spares.” Sighing, I’m reminded why I never wear these blasted things in the first place. They are way too delicate for me. Fricking flimsy things.
She, the ex’s new toy, always wore them. Her favourite were the black ones with the seam on the back.
Stop thinking about those two, I rouse on myself. Toxic emotions are the last thing you need right now. I try to remind myself about the vow of positivity I’d taken before embarking on this course with the additional challenges accepted.
Focus on the positive, I hear the owl’s voice tell me mantra like. The messenger owl had been part of the deluxe study package I paid for, well, the ex paid for, and had meant to put me in the right frame of mind before I started my studies.
Sighing, I glance the hole getting bigger and bigger, as if magic was used to unravel it. Wait a minute. My eyes dart around. Is someone using magic to…I stop myself continuing with the thought. It’s not going to go anywhere useful, is it?
What’s done is done. I didn’t pack a spare pare of tights, so I’ll just have to cope.
That’s what I’ve been doing my whole life, isn’t it? Cope.
“Just cope with it,” is what the bastard ex used to say when I pointed out his coming home so late wasn’t conducive to a family life. Fucking prick. There, I’d finally done it, swore in thought at the filthy, cheating, son of a camel hunter and chook thieve.
Sighing, I stare at myself in the reflection of a small hand held mirror. The one you’re meant to carry to touch up your lip stick, check your hair’s still immaculate, and the makeup’s not smudged. Except, you don’t wear makeup, don’t have time to go to the hairdresser, and the last time you saw your lips stick was…I can’t remember.
Dark circles under my eyes are the tell tale sign of sleepless nights. Too many tears spilled over the prick, and general run down-ness. Is that even a word? Who gives a…
Focus, I remind myself, as I extend a shaking hand toward the gate of the cemetery. Glancing at the scrunched up piece of paper in my left hand, I try to recall what the instructions had said. Something along the lines of ‘walk through the gate, turn left when you see the head stone to Albert Fishbein, and wait for Glint to find you. Once the ghost sees you, she’ll escort you to the portal to get to the Academy. You will get bonus credits if you bring with you, a magical item.’
A magical item, according to the note, is worth five extra credit points. Five. Not one. Or two. But five.
Okay, I’ve got no idea what good these extra credit points will do, but, I have to admit, I want to go for them. I mean, why not? What have I got to lose?
The loud squeak the rusty metal thing makes as I shove it, has me nearly jump out of my skin.
My head snaps around, half expecting an army of ghouls to appear. When nothing of the sort happens, I look back at the minuscule opening I’ve made into the place of the dead.
Thankfully, weeks of not eating as a result of wallowing in self pity, mean I lost some of those extra pounds put on during the good old days of being married to that bastard. TB. I like it. Acronyms aren’t my thing, but if I invent it, heck, it’s got to be good.
“What’s kept you so long,” hisses a voice out of the dark, and this time I react like every woman in this situation would react.
I scream. A high pitched, typical hysterical female scream. The one that’s meant to get your husband running to your side, like a knight in shining armour, ready to rescue you from any vicious flesh eating monster. Or clear the room of any and all eight legged living creatures no matter how small the blasted spider turns out to be.
Of course, he never comes. Because, it turns out, he’s too busy fucking his secretary.
Oops. Was that me dropping the f word? Sorry. It was an accident.
“Stop it,” hisses the voice, followed by a hand reaching for me to cover my mouth.
I should have known this was a mistake. Not come here. Not even answered the advertisement to attend this place called a magic academy. Not just any magic academy. Oh no. The distinguished MAMA. Middle Age Magic Academy.
“If you promise not to scream I’ll let you go,”
Frozen with terror I don’t say anything.
“Fraya, it’s me, Allegra, your best friend.”
My eyes try to focus in the darkness, a rather difficult task if you ask me. With no moon to speak of, I’ve got to rely on my eyes adjusting to the dim light, which of course they haven’t because I never did eat enough carrots.
“Are you calm now?”
This time I nod.
“Why’d you scream?”
I roll my eyes. “Why’d you frighten me like that?”
“I didn’t know you were going to react like one of those banshee,”
“Okay, let’s not go over it shall we? I mean we’re here to get our extra credit points.”
“Talk for yourself. I’m here to check out the dead.”
“What?” I stare at her in complete disbelief. If I were the drinking type, I’d be wondering right now if I’ve consumed too much alcohol and am still suffering the after effects of this. As it is, I vowed not to succumb to the quick fix method of drinking too much at night to drown out the pain for a few hours.
It’s such a short lived solution. And then, the next morning, the pain’s worse. Not only does your heart still hurt, your head aches as well.
“Haven’t you heard? It’s known for the dead to be walking among us.”
“I think that’s only on Halloween,” I reply, rubbing my upper arms. Perhaps I should have dressed warmer.
“Oh no, I’ve seen this gorgeous skeleton…”
“Stop it,” I interrupt her, knowing my friends weakness for men. Unlike me, who’s struggling to come to terms with the fact my marriage failed, she’s on to her third separation. “We’re looking for the magical artefact only found on a cemetery,” I hiss at her, keeping my voice low just in case. I don’t want to wake the dead. At least not on my first assignment.
“What’s wrong with bringing back a good looking skeleton?”
“Because I doubt it counts as a magical item. Can you please concentrate on the task?”
Allegra pouts. “You’re no fun at all. I thought when you said we’d be going to this Academy, you’d loosen up a bit.”
I stiffen at those words.
“Alright,” grumbles Allegra after a tense pause. “Remind me again what is it we’re looking for?”
“A graveyard shovel.”
“Where do we find that?” Allegra’s eyes search our immediate surrounds. “In that shed over there?”
Shrugging, I squint, trying to remember the things I read about the significance of graveyard shovels, how to recognise one, and where to find it. A shed, I’m pretty sure had not been mentioned.
As I let my gaze sweep over the headstones, stopping here, looking there, I think I know where to go.
“This way,” I tug my friend at the arm as I make my move. It’s nothing specific, only a gut feeling. The same gut feeling I get seconds before I avoid being run over by a car.
Keen to grab the magic item, find the portal to get to the Academy, and make the welcome address of the new Rector of the place, I don’t pay attention to what’s at my feet.
The possessed ivy has wrapped around my ankles at least three times by the time I try to take my first step.
“Shit,” I grunt, as the inevitable happens. I fall flat on my face.
Note to self, when falling face first into the dirt don’t keep your mouth open. Make sure you keep it firmly shut.
Is it just me or do the weeks seem shorter to anyone else?
Maybe it’s because we’re all stuck at home with every member of the household present, which means no matter how hard I try, I never get as much writing done.
The plan had been to be up around 20 chapters for my next novel – Going Down – An Enemies to Lovers Romance, but I’m only at chapter 13, hopefully chapter 15 by the end of the day.
Here’s a sneak peak at the potential cover image:
Anyway, I did manage to type out another Erotic Short Story, which is right now sitting in the Amazon Review queue, waiting to be approved for publishing.
With any luck, it’ll get approved before the end of the week, meaning I’m keeping up with my attempt at publishing one of those at least weekly, if not two a week.
I know there are many negatives to the virus (Covid 19), but, on a positive note, it is great that we’re still able to access books. Imagine a world without books.
Having trouble doing that? I do.
Looking ahead, I hope to have ‘Going Down’, published by the end of next week, ready to start another steamy romance novel.
I’ve been toying with the idea of a Middle Age Academy Book – the premise a forty something divorcee finds out her magical powers are real – and she’s invited to attend a Magic Academy for like minded people.
Instead of all young people learning to control their magic abilities, it’s middle aged men and women, a lot of them just getting over a divorce.
There seems to be a bit of interest out there.
Maybe a way to test the waters is to publish some chapters on here? Or you could drop me a line what you’re thoughts about it are.
I know there are people who like reading those sorts of books, and then there are those who don’t. A bit like you’re either a dog person or a cat person.
Why write such a book? It would be a way of highlighting that not all divorced women succumb to depression, and anxiety and fear of the future, but are able to take control of their own life, and even make something of themselves.
I also like the idea of creating spells to cast onto their ex (this could go either way, a spell against the ex wife or ex husband).
Let’s see where a plot outline takes me, and maybe I’ll share some of it over the next few weeks for feedback.
Well, better write those chapters, since they won’t write themselves by magic. Wouldn’t that be fun, if you had a magic keyboard (now there’s more of an idea for the novel).
So, I’ve called this stuck at home, since the word lockdown, doesn’t quite sit right with me. I mean lockdown implies you’re locked down into something. Like a box.
Anyway, while stuck at home, I’ve been having to juggle work, life, kids, writing, cleaning, staying sane, and all those other things everyone right now is coming to terms with.
And boy, it’s not easy is it?
So far, I’ve managed to tidy up two kitchen drawers, the laundry, and sort of one of the kids bedrooms. By sort of I mean, a large part of the toys have been put into the cupboard. Like out of sight, out of mind.
What’s worse is, the laundry already looks like I never cleaned it, the floor needs another vacuum, and well, the rest of the house is still chaotic.
Chaotic is being kind.
But, enough of that. Let me tell you about my writing.
Let’s face it, you didn’t come here to hear me go on about how hard life is right now. I’m sure there are others who are doing it a lot tougher.
While I’ve been stuck at home, I’ve had a ton of ideas.
And, I’ve been involved in with a bunch of great authors in a project called Love under Lockdown.
Now that I’ve dusted off the website, I may look at updating it more regularly, and even blogging more frequently.
For now though, I’ve got an erotic short story to finish, as well as keep writing my next full length enemies to lover romance – No Means No. I’ve set it on an equestrian property on the beautiful Mornington Peninsula. More details to follow soon.
In the meantime I’ll leave you with an image of one of the book covers of my recent publication.
It’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we all decided to head to the beach for a bit of a splash in the water.
I’ve got kids, the dog, and body boards.
My husband is talking to our friend, and I’m walking out to slightly deeper water with kids, body boards, and dog.
I’ve done this plenty of times before. Everyone was in a good mood.
Next minute I feel an incredible sharp pain in my ankle, and I retreat quickly, knowing something just got me. Trouble is I’ve got no idea what.
I glance around but can’t see anything, and am in too much pain to hang around in case there’s another attack.
My husband is a long way from us, and I try to get his attention, calling something like “come quickly I’ve been gotten by something, I’m going to die.” Okay maybe I didn’t yell I’m going to die, but you get the picture.
Said husband merely waves back at me, later telling me he thought I was just waving at him.
The kids were probably having a nervous breakdown, since all they could hear is me yelling hysterically and see the trail of blood I was leaving in the water.
It was very painful.
And then it occurred to me. What if it was a sting ray? Don’t those things inject toxins into your body? I mean Steve Irwin died.
By now my husband realizes something wrong. And I tell him I need to go to hospital.
Luckily we brought a friend, and as she coming back from the car with sunscreen lotion, I tell her I’ve got to go to hospital.
On the way she tells me something reassuring about a white sea cucumber that if it stings you can kill you. Just what I want to hear.
Ten minutes later I’m in the emergency of the hospital, leaving a pool of blood in teh waiting room, as i wait to be attended to.
Eventually, I’m about ready to pass out from the pain, the triage nurse comes to sit me down, puts my leg in very hot water and the pain reduces.
Apparently hot water neutralizes the toxin of the sting ray.
I kept bleeding for a few more hours.
Now, a few days later, I’ve got a very swollen and bruised ankle. But I’ve got a great scene for a romance novel.
Picture the damsel in distress, the hot surfer that comes running to pick her up (unlike the slow husband), and carry her to the beach, where he could put the foot against his hot body. Or he’s got a little fire going with hot water at the ready, and be her hero.
What do you think?
I think it has potential.
I can assure you, up until my own experience with a sting ray, I would not have thought about such a scene, but it’s growing on me. I think it has potential.
Meanwhile, I’m busy writing Luscious Justice (Legal Romance) Book 4 Protecting Her and hope to have it published by the end of next week.
Well, better get back to it.
Take care my little vixens, and stay safe if you decide to venture into the great outdoors.
It’s about time I start another blog, since it’s been a few weeks that I’ve turned my attention to the website.
I know it’s frustrating, when you visit the website only to find that the person running it, isn’t maintaining it. People visit the website to look for updates, information and tidbits, only ro find it’s exactly the same as the last time they came.
In my defense I’ve been very busy writing the Luscious Justice Legal romance series, as well as turning my hand to sweet romance. I’m pleased to let you guys know that the sweet romance A Dream Come True, is about to be available to read for free on kindle unlimited, or for purchase on Amazon.
It’s been rather fun doing something a little bit different, namely a sweet romance.
If you’re wondering what the difference is, the difference is there is no actual description of what the characters get up to once they take their clothes off. It is totally left up to the imagination of the reader, and makes a nice change from writing in detail what happens.
The other fun thing about this particular sweet romance has been that I’ve decided to set it amongst horses. Horses are animals I absolutely love, and there’s nothing better than sitting atop the back of a horse galloping along the beach at full speed.
Okay maybe I’m exaggerating a little. There are other things that are really good, but riding a horse is one of my favourite things to do.
It’s also allowed me to pay tribute to some of the horses I’ve owned, that unfortunately are no longer with us, either due to old age or severe injuries that resulted in the poor animal needing to be put down. Some of the names have been taken from real life horses I’ve either known or have owned.
I hope you guys enjoy A Dream Come True and will delve into more sweet romance as I write and publish them.
I quite enjoy the horse scene, and I’m thinking of doing the next one in the showjumping world.
As ever, if you have any suggestions, comments, or feedback, just drop me an email, I do love to hear from my readers.
But I better get back to editing and publishing that romance novel for you guys to read.