*slinks in looking sheepish*
Sorry for the long silence, but RL has been kicking my butt lately. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice to say that it’s difficult to write hot manlove when your house seems to be falling down around you. Between the leaky pipes, plaster dust and almost constant roar of power tools, it’s not easy to concentrate. Though admittedly, the workmen in their tool-belts do provide some rather nice plot bunnies. *g*
So what *have* I been doing, you may ask, since I have definitely not been blogging.
Well, I’m making slow progress on my wips (I have three of them), but as my cps can attest, none of what I’ve been turning out lately is fit for anyone’s eyes other than my own. It’s what I call my sloppy copy, also known as the first draft.
Some writers turn out very clean, very readable first drafts that hardly require any editing or revision. I’m not one of those.
My first drafts are written totally from my gut and often don’t bear much resemblance to what the story finally becomes. I write out of order and without an outline, whatever scene is vivid in my head at that moment is what ends up on the page/screen. Oh, this method keeps the muse entertained, but it doesn’t make for anything even remotely readable. It also makes it difficult to write anything like a synopsis or sample chapters, necessary to get those all-important things called contracts.
I’ve tried to reform, to turn myself from a pantser into a plotter. But alas, there’s no help for me. I’ve accepted that. If I plot the story too thoroughly before I begin writing the muse totally loses interest because all the fun stuff is done.
So I’m stuck with my messy, disorganized process, filled with the constant roar of power-tools, plaster dust and …
Oh, wait a minute, that’s my real life not my fiction. *g* Hmm, maybe art really does reflect life after all. Lol!
Anyway, if you guys will excuse me, I have two sexy shape-shifters waiting for me to get them into bed. That would be my art, not my life.
Later all.
Written by Kimberly Gardner
As early as the seventh grade, Kimberly remembers slashing her favorite rockstars and reading romance. So it’s not surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, should come together in her writing. Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.” Kimberly is delighted to finally be doing it for money.
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