Category Archives: My Work

May 12, 2013 · 7:00 am

Exciting Announcement!

Besides it being Mother’s Day, which in and of itself is a great day. I am pleased to announce that last night I signed a new contract with Dreamspinner Press for my Sci-Fi Romance novel, Memory Kick. This was the runaway bunny mentioned in one of my bunny posts that almost wrote itself.

Such things rarely happen when writing a story so I savor them when they do. Runaway bunnies are fantastically fun to write and leave you breathless when they’re done.

The main characters are Qusay (pronounced Ku-sI, that’s long oo and hard I) and Cameron. They are an interesting pair. Cameron’s a bit older and it takes him awhile to get over their age difference, but he comes around when he accidentally puts Qusay at risk trying to be a nice guy.

I swear, Cameron is one of the most patient and honest characters I’ve ever had the pleasure to write. Once he’s finally come around to committing its all or nothing. He’s just that type of guy.

Qusay … sigh, my poor damaged Qusay. I love him so. He’s the type of character that makes you want to hug and squeeze him until he bursts. He needs it too.

I’ll have more information on this book later, but I had to squee a bit. Have a great week everyone. I know I’ll be riding high for awhile, I hope you do the same. Happy Mother’s Day, everyone.

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April 22, 2013 · 6:00 am

Adventures in Plot Bunny Land – Where Stories Come From

Writers are always asked where their stories come from. And to be honest, we really don’t know. They just pop into our heads usually while we’re doing something mundane. Other times its like we writers are trying to give ideas to our friends, but I have a theory of what goes on behind the scenes. Plot bunnies are crafty little devils and I swear, they’re vicious!

Episode VI

Plot Bunny General 001 squinted around the room, looking at her soldiers all crammed into the war room. The sea of fuzzy bodies twitched nervously in their camo fatigues, each one was armed with ropes and hooks to insure their attachment.

“Listen here you grunts, our invasion plans have fallen on deaf ears. But that just means you have to work twice as hard to take out your writer. I’m getting sick of seeing you come back with no results. Are you burrow bunnies or are you plot bunnies? Do I need to send you back to your mommas? A can’t hear you!”

“Ma’am! No, ma’am!” The troops shout filled the room voices growing more determined as the general spoke.

“That’s right boys and girls, we’re plot bunnies, not some milk-sucking, dirt-grubbing burrow bunnies. That means I want you to get your shit into gear. The first bunny who returns empty handed will be scrubbing latrines for the next week. Do I make myself clear?”

“Ma’am! Yes, ma’am!”

“Excellent. Now I want every one of you to grab an idea on your way out and go get them. I don’t want to see your furry asses back here until you’ve found your host.

“Make me proud, boys and girls. I know you have it in you. There are plenty of writers out there, but we are many. We will be victorious!” General 001 nodded to the group huddled around the room. “Now go get ‘em.”

The room filled with the roar of plot bunnies, each eager to find their own writer. Armed with an idea and enough hooks, rope, chains and sticky-tape to attached to twice their number, they raced out into the world eager to find their next victim.

And that my friends is how we writers come up with our ideas. And why we can be doing something as simple as doing dishes, reading the newspaper or browsing the internet when they attack.

Have a great week!

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April 11, 2013 · 8:27 pm

Adventures in Plot Bunny Land – Memory Kick

For your amusement I have decided to reenact how my story, Memory Kick (working title and still out on submission) came to be.

Strangely enough, it all started right after one of my subs got that shiny acceptance email that makes every writer’s heart get a little giddy to see.

I had been pondering SFR for awhile. I have a bunch of crap on this computer and 60% is SF and SFR, the rest being everything else. My first subs to be accepted might have been paranormal and horror, but who can resist space bunnies?

Without further ado, Episode V.

Chrissy sat down at her computer trying hard not to fidget while she waited to tell her friends the fantastic news of a sale. This was always squee worthy in her small writerly world and best celebrated with friends who knew just how grand these things were.

She twitched with excitement and pulled up a blank landscape to have some writers’ play time before friendly faces joined hers at the writers hub. She eyed the land-loving bunnies a long moment before she turned her eyes to the sky.

Stars twinkled overhead but she couldn’t quite make them out. Squinting she could just make out the blurry outline of a bunny. It had an odd sort of shape, and she took off her glasses to see if it was just a smudge on the lenses.

Wiping the glasses clean, she put them back on and looked back at the sky.

The bunny leaped out, catching her by the arm and took off. Against the back drop of the sky she could barely see two feet in front of her.

The bunny jumped through space, dragging her with him. Stars kept hitting her in the head clouding all thoughts of the past. Fur tickled her nose and she sneeze and the both careened down the dark hall of a space station. She barely had time to look around before he was dragging over heavy steel grates, causing more than a few friction burns along the way.

By the time the trip was over Chrissy was exhausted and sprawled out on the grass of the terraformed world around her. The sun was just cresting over the horizon and for the first time she really got a good look at the bunny that attacked her.

Oh, he was a good looking little critter and she was glad he abducted her and told her his story.

The moral of the story.

Don’t stop and clean your glasses unless you’re prepared to dragged away by persistent bunnies.

… What do you mean that’s not a moral?

Eh, you take what you want from my story, I’ll take mine.