Six Sentence Sunday. While not Sunday, it is Saturday but that’s alright and I should be writing, not procrastinating (again). But I am, so you see the results of the pro I am at procrastination. So six sentences from page 78.
My reaction was immediate and I did it without thinking. The events of this past week had been too much and everything had come to a head. No doubt, the past weekend had something to do with the outburst building inside of me. My hand closed over his wrist and I heard him cry out in pain almost immediately. My eyes flashed as I narrowed them at him and I did nothing to temper the energy flowing from me. “Get your ass out of my club.”
This week begins a very busy week for me. Not so much on the writing front, though the word count is nicely crawling up each and every day. But more from the reading front. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a voracious reader. I don’t just read novels, I devour them. There are certain novels, and by default, certain series that I will run out for the day they are released, just so I can have my hands on them.
This week, Tuesday in fact, signals the release of three – count ‘em, three – new books in series that I currently read. They are, in no certain order:
If that doesn’t show you the vast assortment of books that I read, I don’t know what will. Those three books couldn’t be any different from each other. You’ve got urban fantasy (Kim Harrison’s White Witch, Black Curse), futuristic romantic suspense (J. D. Robb’s Promises in Death) and sci-fi romance (Linnea Sinclair’s Hope’s Folly).
My husband and I read two of these series together and have been known to fight over the books since we only buy one copy. It will actually work out nicely with WWBC and PID being released at the same time. He can take one and I will take the other. Then, we’ll switch off. We used to take one Sunday after we’d read the same book and head off to breakfast to discuss it in depth. What we liked, what we didn’t and so on. Haven’t had time for that lately plus the discussion of books lately has been confined to my own instead. Sadly we have several barristas at several different Starbucks that know us because of this. Which, really, it a bit sad and I’m embarrassed that I’m admitting to it. *g*
I’m currently reading a historical romance (though only in so much as it takes place in the 1800′s and is about vamps & witches) which is something I rarely, if ever, read. Historical have a tendancy to showcase women in their mid twenties whom haven’t been touched in some form or fashion. That’s not something that interests me to be honest, it doesn’t mean they are bad. It was a spur of the moment buy however and isn’t horrible. Typical and predictable but something good to read before I dig in later this week to murder and mayhem.
Later this week will kick off the official St Pat’s season in this household which runs the entire month of March. Some may think this to be utterly awesome. I mean, how great would it be to celebrate a holiday that’s pretty much all about alcohol? Yeah – not so. For those that don’t know, my daughter is a competitive Irish dancer (think: Riverdance). She is also a member of a team that performs throughout our area; which means that right around St. Patrick’s Day, life gets a little crazy.
So, this week will, no doubt, end with a great big roar. It will start, however, with the Oscars! Some people have asked if I’m watching simply because I’m a Hugh Jackman fan (and have been for quite some time). The answer is no. I would watch the Oscars even if he weren’t tasked with the hosting duties. I watch them every year because I’m a closet movie geek. That doesn’t mean that I won’t still be sitting here on the couch with my handy drool bucket. *G*
Someone once asked me how I came up with names for my characters. That’s not an easy answer. Some characters come with their own names. When they start talking to me, they inform me what they prefer to be called, even all the way down to nicknames. Some like them, some don’t. I’ve tried to fight a few of them when it came to this but they always win, so I just gave up unproductive fights – there’s no point.
Sometimes, a character doesn’t come with a name. Usually it’s because I haven’t figured them out yet. Figured out their quirks and eccentricities enough to get a sense of what they want to be called. The placeholder for them is usually “Bob”. Yes, be it male or female. *g*
Then there are other times when I have to head to the baby name book (or rather website) and I’ve got a few that I keep bookmarked for just that reason. If it comes to that, I never have anything in mind. I usually just start aimlessly clicking on links to names and wait for something to jump off the page and bite me. Sometimes it does, other times, no dice. “Bob” get slid into this category as well.
Of course, now that I’ve said this – should I ever actually name a character Bob, every one’s going to think I couldn’t come up with a name!
Since today’s a holiday, I thought I’d bring up another point. Another interesting thing I get asked is why I don’t necessarily believe in Valentine’s Day. Especially considering the relationships that I like to build when I write. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t have to be a die hard romantic to write a love story, or even sex. In fact, I consider myself about as far removed as you can get from romantic. In fact, my husband and I don’t do anything for today. Odd, no?
My outlook is simple. I don’t need some consumer made holiday, created mainly to increase the pockets of retailers, to remind me that I need to tell the person I love that I indeed do love them. If I can’t tell him on a normal day, then I’ve no right to spout those three little words on this particular day. I’m not a fan of giving flowers either, unless they come in a pot so I can continue to watch them grow – even though I’ve not much of a green thumb.
I know that not everyone shares my view of today and that’s great for you! Enjoy the holiday and be sure to spend some time with the ones you love. Do what makes you happy; that’s the point to life after all. It’s a damn boring existence if we don’t.
Just be sure to remember your beloveds name – even if it is Bob. *G*
