Well, I’m here to tell you, boredom can make you do strange things. In my own case it caused me to do something I thought I’d never do. I messed with my website. When I first had it built it was a thing of beauty, but, over time WordPress updated this and that and not everything behaved like it was supposed to. So I broke down and messed with it.
So, here’s where I ask you to take a poke around, see what you like, what you don’t, and let me know which is which. All feedback is greatly appreciated. Here’s the page for one of my favorites, start there.
I’ve been asked many times, “Where do you get your stories?” The short answer is, I make them up. That’s called writing fiction. How do I make them up? Okay, here’s an example, start with a character, then let them tell you their story. This is how I came to write Hell Comes Home.
I’ll start with how I found the main character. Characters can come at you from anywhere, and they will if you let them. As a confirmed people watcher I often find in the people that pass me by. Here’s an example from one of my books.
A friend and I were on our way to the city. Once aboard the ferry boat she took off with her camera and I settled behind the wheel with a Stone Age laptop. (paper and pen) Once the boat was loaded I noticed a very attractive young woman beside our car. She was dressed in purple leathers and sitting astride a purple motorcycle. She looked rather pensive as she gazed out over the waters. For just a moment she looked like a super hero from the movies. I turned to a fresh page and began writing.
No, I didn’t start writing a story, no chapter one. I started with a quick physical description and a few notes on her mood, her attire, her motorcycle, etc. I then moved on to some possible reasons for her mood. Could have been anything, but the story sprang from those few things. No, I didn’t talk to her, didn’t want to know her name or anything about her. I write fiction. I can’t bring too much of a person into the character. That’s not fair to the real person nor is it fair to the reader. No, I have to let my imagination supply the rest. So, I went on with the day.
Later on that trip I saw a girl in Starbucks writing. She was writing poetry. Hmm, okay, I can use that. In the bookstore a graphic novel about a demon hunter caught my eye. The word demons went in my notes.
So now I need to know a bit about this girl. Who is she? What’s her life been like? There’s a news story about a teenage runaway. Okay, that will work. What else? Okay, from my head, she joined the military, special forces, black ops, becomes disillusioned, gets out to go home.
Now she’s real. She’s the heroine of my book Hell Comes Home, a story about a kick ass woman trying to make a place for herself in a world gone mad.
So, that’s it, folks and fans, that’s how a main character, and her story, is born in my world. This process may work for you, maybe not. Everybody works differently. The thing is, take a hard look at what works for you then find the strengths in that.
Best of luck in your reading / writing. Oh, and if there’s a topic you would like me to discuss, mention it in the comments. Feel free to ask questions too.
Okay, I’ll admit it, that title was just to get your attention. It was only mid November when I saw people fighting over Christmas decorations. Sad, really. This post isn’t about stress so much as it’s about how to move around it, or through it, without crashing under the weight of it.
The holiday is for kids, mostly, kids and corporations. When you get old like me it’s about the company and the food. So, here’s my few tips for getting around the holiday.
Take it from Auntie Pru,
No gift is ever perfect. Accept it. Give what you can and graciously accept what you get.
People watch. When you see how stressed others are getting it helps you pull back and breathe.
Help somebody else out if you can, make a stranger smile, that’s what it’s all about.
Take a few minutes every day to count your blessings. Seriously. You can feel the stress fading away.
And now, from the fake it til you make it department, make your resting face a half smile. I know, sounds crazy, but once again. It’ll work. Before you know it, you really will be smiling.
So, sit back with a mug of tea and a good book (I’ll have a new one out any day now. hehehe), and reflect on the holiday. It’s not about the gifts, the decorations, or the parties, it’s about a time of peace and rest, a time to share with others, and a time to recall good memories as well as make new ones.
Now, on that note, folks, I’ll get back to work on the next book.
Just to let you know all my books are now available on Google Play. Find them here: Prudence MacLeod
You can also go to your book of choice on my website and access the Google Play URL for that book directly. My boos are also available on several other bookseller sites which you can also reach through this website or through my publisher, Shadoe Publishing here: Shadoe
So, there’s a few possibilities, folks. Get ’em while they’re hot.
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I know it’s been a while, but I did promise you a new book, and as usual, there’ve been unforeseen delays. Now we’re down to finalizing a cover. Yes, I’ve been called a tease before, but I always come through in the end, right? So, as you can see, I’m hard at work on the problem.
So, back to that teasing thing, here’s another peek under the covers of what’s coming next.
He sighed deeply and tapped his head back against the wall. “You don’t know, do you? You don’t know, and therefore you don’t understand. Ah well.” With a startling animal grace, he rose to his feet, stepped out of his shoes and tossed off his t-shirt.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Larise had taken a step back and assumed a defensive stance as he reached for his belt. She nearly screamed as he dropped his jeans to the floor then shimmered into a huge wolf. With her hand over her mouth, she stood staring at him, but he made no move at all.
There it is. With any luck I’ll have that cover for you in a day or two, and shortly after that, the URLs where you can find it for sale.
So, keep an eye out for the next few days and I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on. Oh, remember to sign up for our newsletter (the button is at the bottom of the page). There’s all sorts of info there that I don’t share until much later elsewhere.
I was recently asked ( again) why I continue to write. I gave a few standard answers, it’s what I do, I’m a writer and can’t stop, etc. easy stuff. Later that evening as I sat mulling over that question, I had to admit to myself the real reason.
I’m 68 years old, I could have another 40 more good years, or I could run out of time tomorrow, nobody knows for sure. When I leave this life for the next one, what will I leave behind? I’ve always aimed for one main thing in this life, to leave this world a better place than I found it. I like people, and yet I see people getting more and more stressed as time passes. There’s the key to the question.
The stories I write have one overriding purpose, not to scare you, not to educate you, not to jerk your emotions around, but to take you away from this stress filled life for a few hours, maybe even offer you some hope. Join me in a different world, share the adventure, and be assured before you start, you will find a reasonably happy ending, even if the book is part of a series.
That’s why I do what I do, folks. These stories are my legacy, what I can leave behind to hopefully better someone’s life, if only for an hour or so. It’s my hope to reach as many people as possible to share the adventure with, so, pull on your PJs, fetch that mug of tea, and curl up in your favorite chair for a while, and let me tell you a story, make you smile.
Speaking of which, keep an eye out, there’s a new one coming in a few days. Oh, sign up for my newsletter too, more good stuff in there, button’s just a bit further down.