Vacation Writing? A Do or Don’t?

I need a vacation want a vacation! However, I have two jobs, being a self published author I plan on keeping my full-time job until I reach the big leagues. I just need time to relax, writing is exciting for me. Except working in the healthcare field takes a toll on me throughout the day. Some days I write and sometime it can be days before I return to my writing zone. When I write I like to be in a quiet space, minimal noise, and no distractions. I like incense, jazz, or classical music to get the keys moving. Lately I haven’t had any of this. I’m thinking the Caribbean, after Christmas. I was thinking of cruising, but after all the negative events as of recently, I think not.  This would give me plenty of quiet time. Writing by the beach. No laptop, too much luggage just a good old notebook and pen. I think I made up my mind. I can’t say if it’s a do or don’t, I have yet to try. All I can say is that I will soon be a writer on vacation, a beach bag with my pen and paper. Oh let’s not forget my cutest swimwear, floppy straw hat, and Chanel shades. (Thanks Micheal! 😉 ) Can’t wait to feel the sand underneath my feet. How about you? Image

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From The Diary of Brooke Belmont

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Our First Date

June 29, 2010

 

I met you only a few days ago. You made me feel like I was sixteen again. Maybe it was the age difference. We laughed and you touch my face all on the first date. We ate popcorn and we laughed, you loved inside jokes. We held hands and shared kisses. If I would have never said hello, look at what we would be missing. Is this love or just a crush? Am I in love with you I think not? Thinking about love at first sight gets my heart in knots. Maybe it’s the chemistry I feel as we ride into the night, down the rain sleek road.

Noticing a vacancy sign of a motel, we begin a game of kiss and tell. Naked spilling all our secrets, we lay together under the thin white sheets. What just happen made my heart skip a few beats. We rose to our feet, riding back into the late night hour. You dropped me off, and I found myself alone in the shower. You didn’t even kiss him again, you’re such a coward. I call him 30 minutes after the hour. I had fun tonight, please come over and let’s make love for these next few hours. He arrived on my doorstep within the hour. 

Criticism Is One’s Opinion

As a new author you probably find yourself checking your reviews to your new novel or new blog post. Hoping and praying that everyone likes your book or post. Hmm….that’s impossible because everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It’s only negative if you don’t find the value in the opinion. I got my first two star rating and the reader loved my character, but felt that I did not tell enough of the story, and things were too unrealistic. The only thing that puzzled me was unrealistic. I thought that’s what fiction is all about,and that’s why you have different genres. Genres such as mystery,paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi just to name a few the list can go on and on. That’s how you know the difference between a reader and a writer. For a non-writer I would not expect them to understand what we feel. I can tell you this. As a writer it takes a lot of courage to present your idea to the world. Yes, it was fine reading it yourself, family, and friends. Now, it’s up for grabs by potential agents, and complete strangers. We write and publish hoping that we are the next Stephen King, Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare, and E.L James. As writers we live and are determined to reach these new heights. At least one of these authors gave you the drive and the motivation to tell your stories. Personally I love to read and I have just gotten my hands on my first sci-fi book The Bastion By: Joshua Harkin and I must say I feel like I’m actually there! I love to write and I love to read. I just love it! Happy Writing Everyone! 🙂 

CreateSpace Print on Demand

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I’m happy to say that Amazon’s Create Space print on demand service was much more than I expected. My book cover and author picture turned out beautiful. The size I selected was okay could have been a little smaller. I may re size later, however I’m impressed. The only thing I hated about the entire process was getting my file corrected and margins. After re sizing the entire document there were no more errors. Except one small delay, I accidentally approved the proof that I was unhappy with and now I’m waiting on support. Another plus, is that tech support is available twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Especially for a woman like me. I have no patience! ” I want it now!” If you are computer savvy its easy to self-publish as a author. If I would have not taken advantage of the online resources I would have been still waiting from a reply from a agent or publisher. I submitted a sample manuscript a year ago. Now, a year later I’m published. Except the search is still on for a agent one that doesn’t mind working with someone who’s work is already being read and reviewed. Getting that proof copy in my hand today,  a feeling of joy! This is a reality and pretty soon I will be on the bookshelves of Urban Fiction readers. If you curious about Urban Lit well get a copy of my book: Circle of Games “The Lovely B” its full of action keeps you on the edge of your seat. But, hey we as writers’ are never going to down grade our work. All great writers’ produce a masterpiece of their imagination.

-Juliet B

Check out: http://www.amazon.com/author/julietb

Last Week’s Addiction

Last week’s addition was simply over my amazon sales rank and how many downloaded my book during the free promotion. What I did figure out during my observation and obsessing was that when units are sold it’s not updated instantly. Your rankings change hourly and it depends on how many books you have sold the hour before the update. All this new information and insight is what I call overwhelming. I’m proud to say I cut back on viewing my progress to twice a day. Once at about two in the afternoon ,then once more before bedtime. However, when I start the new promotion this Friday-Saturday I won’t check it until bed time. Easier said then done! I wonder do New York Times Best Selling Authors have this sell addiction? I guess it comes with the new author territory. My goal is to sell at least a hundred books in a month. I’m currently at twenty-seven the last I checked. Those are the numbers for my paying customers. I had 1500 downloads the first day my book was released and it was free. If it wasn’t for the KDP Select rules; that doesn’t allow you to  publish no where else for 90 days I feel I could have tripled my numbers. All in good time, that’s the only down fall. KDP is great for new authors. Now, I just have to find a way to cope with my addiction. Great day guys and happy writing.

-J.B

Does Race Matter?

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The Trayvon Martin Trial and the Casey Anthony trial was the most dreadful cases I have ever seen in Florida history!  Two individuals walk free after murdering children!  Yes Trayvon Martin was not eighteen and in some states you have to be twenty-one to be considered a man. The entire black community is outraged, but its not the only community suffering. You have to keep in mind first and foremost Zimmerman is Hispanic. What kind the proper name I don’t know.  What I do know is that everyone that is not of his race is considered a minority. Yes, people have to use self defense in some cases, however do we use self defense to kill? He could have shot him in the arm or leg? You could have knocked him out if he was really attacking you, but a gunshot to the chest is the most deadly you move you could make. Personally manslaughter would have settled this just fine for me. He should have been charged for his stupidity and his lack of common sense. I would be scared to death, anyone of us if we were walking and a Hispanic male is stalking us in their car. Doesn’t matter if we were black or white. If Zimmerman got out the car, you would kick into full defense mode. “What is this man trying to do?” I would be screaming for help, fighting everything just like Trayon. I know the nation is wounded.  Please everyone if race is not the issue. Everyone of every race need to come together and protect the children.  Does anyone remember Sandy Hook? I do and it broke my heart. Thats sick, he needs to just be taken to a field and all the parents that lost their child should spray him down with bullets. Casey Anthony, shaking my head. How can that woman call herself a mother. I hope someone takes her ovaries away. She doesn’t deserve to bear another child as long as she lives. I hope her daughter haunts her forever. Maybe she will kill herself. That’s a first class ticket to hell and a one way at that! Only thing I can say is that justice may not prevail on earth. However, you do have to pay for your sin. So, when you die and reach the gates of heaven will God let you in?
These three rejected! But, hay thats my opinion.  What’s yours? Have one feel free to comment. 

From An Old Notebook!

If you are a writer I’m sure you have found a few half written, and finished stories in old notebooks or computer files. Here is one I would like to share. Do you have one? 

The Upper West Side

Chapter 1

It was an interesting day in the Upper Westside of the downtown New York City especially in the Spring. It’s every teen dream of spring in the Upper Westside every woman’s nightmare.  Among the chaos Serena was lying in bed admiring her love William. She and William met at a convention in Buffalo three years ago. Serena couldn’t resist the six foot tall slender, bright skinned gentleman dressed in a black silk shirt and tie.  Not only was he a good dresser he had a smile to die for, his hair was low complementing his brown almond shaped eyes.

“Oh well another day another dollar Serena said to herself.”

She passed the mirror admiring herself. She spent six months working on her body and finally achieved her desired results. Serena stood five nine, thick thighs, long legs, and her most valuable asset her eyes. Her eyes were the key to her soul, they told everything about her.  Her long black hair layered well against her ebony bronzed skin.

“Did you sleep well? asked Serena?”

“Despite the fact we argued all night, no. replied William”

“I’m sorry it’s just that you don’t make yourself clear? Said Serena”

“Like you do? William replied”

Serena stopped and gazed at William saying in her mind “You motherfucker how dare you, after all I have done for you. That suit was the only decent pair of clothes you had.”

Serena walked up to him and kissed him on his cheek saying

“Have a good day at work baby.”

Serena got dressed and stormed out the door wearing her denim jumper with her red heels, and a Prada bag a client brought as a thank you gift.  After dealing with the flirty cab driver the whole entire drive she was glad to be released from her prison. Serena was welcomed by the getty interns that were with the company over the next few weeks. Walking into her office she was greeted by her overly eager new hire.

“Good morning Mrs. Harris, I have your latte waiting for you in your office along with the lists of appointments and deadlines today”

“Please Carol call me Serena.”

Annoyed Serena shut her door and flopped down in her chair.

“Oh my, what do we have here today, looking at her appointment book.”

Scrolling down the list of to do’s she realized she was due at a white and diamond party. These were the benefits of an event planner.  Party galore and you can always bring a guess. On top of that William was going to visit his mother for the weekend.

“How wonderful nothing to do after having a great party. William will be gone, damn after last night why should I care.” Serena said to herself.

Lost in her thoughts about William she was interrupted by the slamming of her office door. It was her co-worker and her friend Brenda aka Beautiful. She was exactly that, she was tall, slim, tan skin with platinum blonde hair.

“Girrrl, what’s up? She said smiling.”

“Nothing just realizing I got a party to go to tonight. I have nothing to wear, and no diamonds. William is leaving today to go visit his mom for the weekend, and this new ass assistant is driving me nuts.”

“Fire her ass then, or you could put her to work, You got a party to attend and you need to pick up a fit, After all its business.”

“Hell yes I could, but diamonds is too expensive that’s breaking the bank for a party.”

“Have you learned anything from working with Manhattan’s finest elite? You can go down to Smith Jeweler and rent a fly set for the night for around two hundred and fifty bucks!”

“Oh yeah let’s go, get that assistant we are going shopping. Said Serena”

Walking along the streets of Manhattan Serena couldn’t believe how far she had come for a woman her age. She was twenty five and already making a six figure salary  a year. All of her blessing came from a local magazine back home in Illinois.

“ Girl, I went on the chat line last night. Said Beautiful”

Broken from her thoughts down memory lane Serena paused.

“ You what?”

“  I went on the chat line last night.”

“For what?” asked Serena.

“To try something different to have fun.”

“You act like you ugly and can’t find a date.”

Look it’s the whole mystery behind it. You sit and chat with a man with a sexy voice , and girl the fun begins.”

“So basically phone sex?”

Beautiful rolled her eyes as they entered the dress shop.

“No not phone sex.” Beautiful whispered trying to avoid others from hearing their conversation.

“Then what? Replied Serena”

“ So men get on there just to talk because they are lonely. I mean I met one guy off the system.”

“Are you crazy, you could have gotten your ass killed.”

“ Lighten up, you should give it a try.”

“Like hell I will.”

While Serena was browsing Beautiful slipped the number in her purse while she was trying on dresses. Walking out Serena twirled around.

“ What do you think? She asked putting her hands on her hips.

“Very revealing, looks like you are going to a party at the Playboy Mansion.”

“Perfect! Grinned Serena”

The two ladies headed back to the office to conquer another day. Back at the office Serena was tired of hearing the fifteen year old and her overly wealthy parents make demands for their fabulous sweet sixteen pink party.

“ People and their damn demands. I could make pigs fly if I wanted. Serena thought to herself.”

“ So do you think you can handle our daughter’s party?”

“Everything is under control, would you like my references?”

“ No thank you I have heard great reviews, but if my daughter party isn’t the best I can make your five star rating a one star.”

“Miss I assure you of sheer perfection.”

The family signed the contracts and left the office.

“Bitch.” Serena muttered.

Serena paged her assistant.

“Yes, Serena?”

“ Carol call me a car for transportation to and from tonight’s event, and put the thank you cards in the outgoing mail please.”

“I’m on top of that.”

“ Okay, thank you Carol.”

Serena headed home for the evening. William was on her mind all day. Over the last few months the relationship was slowly falling apart. They were arguing more and having sex less. Serena just knew that William was all she would ever need. She always blamed herself for the problems in their relationship and the suffering. Honestly she tried everything to make him happy, and comfortable  but what did she have to show for it.

Serena’s blackberry began to ring it was William calling.

“ Hello” answered Serena

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know I was sorry for this morning. I’m getting ready to head out for the weekend. Did you need anything?”

“ No, baby I’m fine enjoy your trip, tell your mother I said hi. Be safe and I love you.”

“I love you too, talk to you later.”