I Would Have Written It…

Differently. We all have those books. We’re reading along, there might be some inconsistency in the writing but we’re still in it. Until that moment when we think “No, this that and the other thing needs to happen right here.”

And as writers, our brain sets off like a freight train.

I just had that happen recently in the middle of a book. And my brain is chugging along. I have several ideas that haven’t got the steam on their own, but maybe if I smash them together I can get somewhere.

Spoiler Alert: I’m working through this as I’m writing. I will tell you there will only be generalities about the stories because, whelp. It’s not that I believe someone will “steal” my ideas. You and I could be given the same setting, plot and characters and write completely different stories. It’s because if I write too much or discuss a story my brain is over it and I lose all interest in writing it.

So first off, the book stat I was reading (and DNF’d) was trying very hard to be a mafia romance. And for some odd reason it made me think of a story I had started and stopped quite a few times– it deals with witches & warlock vs mage ability. What’s the difference and what happens when you are one but everyone assumes you are incompetent at the other? This idea is hands down 100% fantasy so obviously no mafia. But warring factions? We can do that.

The part I put it down at was a “meet the head of the family” type of moment and it was not going well. Whelp. Last year I started watching those super short shows– you know the ones. Rich guy drops his wife who is a secret billionaire who is now gonna make his life hell. Ok, so take part of that– the part where they really have NO IDEA who the heck they are dealing withand smash it with witch/mage thing.

I really want a sentient house in there too. I love them. When the house is a character it can go either really really well or very badly for the people involved.

But then I’ve been leaning towards shifter romance, although none of the ones I’m seeing are catching my eye and/or imagination. That might A. Be one step too far or B. Just be a reading thing. I know I tend to not read what I’m writing or what I’m hearing up to write so I might just go back to some old favorites of that type and see if that scratches that.. oh that’s in poor taste.

So. There you have it. My creative brain run around and proof that even the books we don’t finish can be worth it for us.

Ta, my lovelies! I’m off to write a bit now!

Idk

I’m having a problem with follow through on my stories right now. Writing them, that is

And a little bit on reading new books. I’ve thrown a bunch onto my DNF shelf. One of which I dnf’d so hard I mentally started rewriting it in my imagination then flipping it over to a story I had started once upon a time.

So much so that I started looking for the file. But my cloud storage is a confusing batch of storms, none of which I found it in. Which means I should look for it on my laptop. But my desk is full with my work computer and stuff for work and I don’t want to cross that boundary.

Which I get it. I have a whole a$$ house to set up in. And I have too much crap and I get it under control and then it slips the leash and goes out of control and yada yada yada. Just put the work in, and I can have a working solution. I could have the home I want.

And yet something almost always stops me. And that something is me.

I know how I became my own worst enemy in this. Anyone have any suggestions? Because I don’t know how to fix this.

Your first…

Do you remember your first library? Mine was in a strip mall, had paperback racks filled with stories. Bean bag chairs to slip into and read to my hearts content.

Then I started going into different areas of the library. Formula racing, I remember pulling those and checking them out. Dreaming of driving fast fast fast. Then it was rally car racing, spurred on by a movie my sister took me to see.

Ohhh, but in fourth or fifth grade the librarian called my mom on me. I was going for “adult” fiction– romances and Sci-Fi and Fantasy. That poor librarian thought when my mom said she’d be right there, I’d be getting a tongue lashing.

Well, someone got chewed out.

It wasn’t me.

When Mom was younger, she was with foster families. She wasn’t allowed anything of her own, and was not allowed to read what she wanted. She told me of taking a copy of an approved book (hardback), and cutting out enough pages that the real book she was reading could slip in. Those idiots probably thought she was a slow reader.

I don’t remember Mom ever going into the library to check out books. Which is odd because she was a voracious reader.  She had floor to ceiling bookcases in the house, my dad built them on the wall just for her. But library books? Not so much.

The library is about more than books now. Maybe it always has been, but I didn’t see it because I wasn’t looking for it when I was younger.  When my son was super small and I was unemployed, I took him for storytime. It was so needed for me, got me out of the house to a place where he would be entertained and it was free. And there were other grownups there going through the same thing.

As he’s grown, he’s gone to the library for crafts and classes on coding and just to look for books. For people without wifi there is access to computers– and for people who need help with them, there are classes. The local library in California had several classes, for adults, teens and kids. Gardening. Taking care of elderly parents. Diabetes control. Coding. So many classes.

The library has become a true community center and it makes my heart hurt that so many are fighting to stay open. And I think of myself, that little library kid loving all the books.

And I’m thankful.

I think I might need to go to my new library tomorrow.  Find out about my new community. I’ve only been once (twice if you count the returning of books lol). Hope you visit yours as well.

Bookish Thoughts: The Secret Sharer

First I want to thank Net Galley and Subterranean Press for the copy of Robert Silverberg’s “The Secret Sharer” in return for an honest review.

Two things to note right off the bat:
1. This is a SF retelling of a Joseph Conrad story by the same name
2. This is an illustrated edition.

I received an ebook of the title, and the artwork is beautiful even on my android phone. So much so that I’m debating getting a physical copy.

I’ve never read Silverberg that I can remember. I’ve read all around him, having grown up reading speculative Fiction since the 1980s when I first stumbled upon stories that make my heart sing. That opened my eyes to the magic that words can transport you into another world.

I can see why Silverberg is considered a Classic. His writing is beautiful, but has a different flow to it than current pieces. Gorgeous, just different. The artwork added to the story, and as I said above is stunning.

Link provided below for info on this edition.

Hope you guys have a brilliant week, with lots of good books in it!

https://subterraneanpress.com/newsthe-secret-sharer-by-robert-silverberg-shipping/

Bookish Thoughts: 3rd Act Breakup

I read a lot of romance, and something that comes up often in the genre is the 3rd Act Breakup. It’s generally right at the 75% mark, that last push , the last obstacle, a bit of a hurdle to overcome before the Happily Ever After can be earned.

Too often, we (the reader) get the miscommunication  trope. The one where if someone had picked up the phone, it would all be resolved. Well, in Tessa Bailey’s Secretly Yours, the heroine does, in fact, pick up the phone. He just doesn’t answer. Why? Because of a monster of a panic attack, one the lasts weeks. But it is something the reader is prepared for because it has happened to him before. It’s part of his OCD, part of what makes him.. well, him. Just like her chaos makes her, her.  (Loved this book, how Hallie was working through both grief and self doubt. Came close to bawling a few times. Gave it 4 stars)

Then we have Mariana Zapata’s The Winnipeg Wall and Me, which I don’t think has a third act breakup. Vanessa knows she loves Aiden, and while married (convenience) they aren’t quite there yet. It has lots of tension and spunk and fights, but no breakup towards the end. Zapata makes us work for our HEA, but she does not dangler in front of our eyes and then snatch it back away from us. They are apart only because has to leave the state for training, and she’s got a marathon to run. (This book made me stay up til 1am, had me bawling and was not the book I was expecting. 5 stars all the way)

I love when books surprise me, and these two certainly did that. It wasn’t just about the 3rd Act Breakup, or lack thereof. It also had to do with the way the character’s mental health, past trauma and all, were handled through the stories. The fact that these felt like real people, with real wounds.. well, that’s what had me grabbing my Kleenex.

So, my lovelies, what have you been reading?

#Netgalley I have questions…

Such as….

Do I get dinged for DNF’ing a book?

Should I still review said book? On why it was DNFed?

When do I start posting about the books? Because  the second one I grabbed…. O.M.G. I haven’t laughed this hard or enjoyed myself so much in a while. I’m loving this book. But it doesn’t publish until JANUARY 2024!!! (I know I can write the review and just schedule it)

Which leads to…..

Hello my lovelies, I just reinstated my Netgalley account. Yay!! Of course, the first book I chose was… Hmmm…. As writers we can learn a lot from it. Do I still give it my honest review? Do I just shrug it off? Move on? I don’t like giving negative reviews, or at least naming the book I’m talking about. And I especially don’t like reviewing a book I DNFed (Did Not Finish).

Life is so nuts right now– full of grief and stress and fear and excitement. But I’m really enjoying this second book I chose. Whew! I was starting to think my romance with reading was fizzling out.

I do have to say, tho, I really like Netgalley’s App. Makes it so simple and easy to read & get the books! Yay!

Tension in Writing

I was reading a “Sweet” romance, which I enjoy as a whole. I like the gamut of the romance genre, but I cut my reading teeth on sweet romances as a young one.

I recently read one where the heroine and hero were alright, but there wasn’t that tension. The electricity a reader feels when they catch each other’s gaze from across the room. The story itself, and the writing was ok, it kept me reading through out the 250ish pages…

Which is short for a historical romance. Or maybe I’m just used to reading mammoth books. But if the reader is feeling the lack of chemistry, maybe it should have been lengthened.

At one point, the reader is told the heroine’s stomache fluttered at the sight of the hero. That was it. All the tension in that should have been dripping in that scene, the longing…. And all the reader received was being told about a flutter.

I used to be a less is more kind of writer. I know that description is one of my weaknesses. Being honest, I was being a lazy writer. Still am, but I’m getting better at making passes on my work as I go, adding details. Glances. A shiver down the spine. Or a golden candlestick on a mantle handed down by generations.

It’s interesting reading as both a reader and a writer. I’m learning a lot, and also enjoying myself quite a lot.

Ta, my lovelies. I’m off to find my next book.

Or maybe I should pick up the pen and write a bit in one of the two I have going on right now.

Libby, the Library & Me

Hello my lovelies, it’s been a while. I’ve been… Going through some stuff, both emotionally and, well, physically. Lots of changes in my life. Most of them not so great, but a natural part of life.

I hadn’t been to the local public library in a long time. I remember going last year, right before I got Covid. So August-ish. I may have gone since then, but that is the last time I remember. And I remember because.one of the books, a collection of 4 essays by Oliver Sachs, I sat in the hallway way more than 6 feet away from my dad who sat in his recliner, and read them aloud to him. That started a habit– we read poetry, a Zane Grey, and a few other books together that way. I treasure those memories.

But between responsibilities at home and time crunch from work, I didn’t go very much. But I still wanted to read and didn’t have a whole lotta money to always be feeding my addiction to reading.

Libby is a reading life saver. A little app that connects you with library books to read on your phone or kindle or other device. I love Libby. Have several books on my Libby app right now and am enjoying them greatly (and 2 that I’m ready to review and will be doing so soon).

Since I have time and space to myself currently, I went to the Library on Saturday. Yes, I am lucky enough to have a Public Library open on the weekends!

It’s easy to forget, or to push to the back of your mind, exactly WHY Libraries are so important. Not only  for the community as a whole but also on a personal level. Even for someone who does read on a device.

Now, my lovelies I’m going to go ahead and make the assumption right now that you know the arguments for WHY Libraries are important at the public level, but if not drop a comment below and we’ll talk about it. No hate, no making fun, just a grown up discussion on the importance of libraries to their communities.

We’re on to the personal, the reader perspective or at least THIS readers perspective. And here we go….my reasons why the library is important to me.

DISCOVERY. Much like how going into a bookstore allows more organic discovery of new authors than shopping online, it’s easy and cost effective to find new authors or genres or just things that catch your eye. I just read my first Brandon Sanderson story and loved it! (Oh wow I actually have 3 book reviews to do! I’d better hurry up and get cracking!)

COMMUNITY. Reading is a solitary hobby, even if we are living with all these characters in our head. We need hits of community, of being social even while being solitary. When I was in the library last Saturday, I saw a table that had a sign that said something along the lines of Sit for a while and Relax. There were adult coloring pages and pencils. One was a sea horse. I love sea horses so I sat. And colored. All by myself, but still feeling like I was part of the community. Surrounded by other book lovers.

And my favorite part of the community aspect is they’re doing a Summer Reading Program for grown ups that is… BOOK BINGO! I was so dang excited you know I’m gonna play! I get to play a game! Using the books I read! And it’s so awesome!!!! I may not take one of the classes. Or be able to show up for the people they bring in to talk about gardening. But a Book Bingo card? I can do that!!!!! I’ve already got 3 books to put on the card! (Yes the three I need to review and/or just talk about.)

So. Go to your library. Poke around. Get books or do classes or go on a computer or just do you. But go.

And also use Libby if you’re able to. It’s worth it.

Bookish Thoughts:You Lucky Dog

Stay with me on this one, I promise even if you don’t read romance, it goes beyond the genre.

You Lucky Dog by Julia London is, according to the back cover, a Contemporary Romance. It is a romance (there is DEFINATELY a HEA at the end) and it is contemporary…. But it’s not a Rom-Com per se (there are funny bits) and the spice level is mild.

I liked the book, a lot. Finished in the way I do books I enjoy. The above is just to get it out of the way, because I want to talk about something else. I need to talk about this book. So obviously I loved it LOL

This book sucked me in and kept me turning pages. And it felt like I was reading a different sort of book. One like… A Man Called Ove, or the Hendrick series. So why was I feeling that with a romance?

In A Man Called Ove, the titular character tries to off himself a few times and keeps suffering mishaps that thankfully ruin his plans. But it sucks you in because you want to know what on earth can possibly happen next.

The Hendrick book that I started with, well Hendrick and his best friend accidentally kidnap a baby. And again, I was pulled through wanting to know what could happen next.

And this story was the same. It pulled me through with what on earth could possibly be going wrong for the heroine, and the couple, next. Because they clearly belong together — they even have matching doggies that are so heart-warming and smoochable.

So while there is romance, and tingly feelings, this falls hard on the fade to black side of romance.

And quite frankly, is just a really good book romance or otherwise.

Ta for now, my lovelies. Hope you’re having a great reading day!

Books: Starting stopping and in-between

Normally, when I DNF (Do Not Finish) I never go back. Either something annoyed me, or I didn’t connect, or something was there that I knew. I’d never go back to try again.

I’d find a new home for the book, a friend, the used bookstore, a home.

Right now I’m second guessing myself. Because I started a book and put it down in the first 50 pages. Went to the Tiky Tok to watch some videos (none posted) then I picked up a magazine. Started reading.

Then I just gave in and started a different book. But that first book, it had some good ideas. And it’s physical, so I flipped forward. And it does get good. I just don’t have the patience right now to wait for 100, 200 pages for a book to get good.

That’s one of the biggest differences between genres for me. Between Fantasy and Romance. Except that’s a lie. There are Fantasy writers that grabbed me by the throat and haven’t let me go even during the first book of theirs that I read.

Some even have complex world building. And the one I put aside has enough that I want to read it… Just not right now. Which is confusing because I’m used to either ripping through or DNFing with no regrets.

It’s a reader’s conundrum. How do you deal with it?