I love...

"I love unmade beds.

I love when people are drunk and crying

and cannot be anything but honest in that moment.

I love the look in people's eyes 

when they realize they're in love.

I love the way people look when they first wake up

and they've forgotten their surroundings.

I love the gasp people take

when their favorite character dies.

I love when people close their eyes

and drift to somewhere in the clouds.

I fall in love with people and

their honest moments all the time.

I fall in love with their breakdowns

and their smeared makeup and their daydreams.

Honesty is just too beautiful 

to ever put into words."

- Anonymous

'Til we meet again,

Temple

Breathe

Photo: 'The Art of Writing' - Darlene Quinn

"I love deadlines. 

I love the whooshing sound they make as they go by."

- Douglas Adams

Had to come up for air. Looks like another night writing 'til the sun rises and I'm debating whether or not to put on a pot of java. My deadline is a self imposed one - perhaps the worst kind of them all. How can I simultaneously love writing and the creative process and yet hate their fucking guts at the same time? Don't answer that.

'Til we meet again,

Temple

Alpha inspiration

Joe Manganiello - yeah I know, yuuuuummmmm!

"You saw. They're all teeth and fight and sex."

Alcide Herveaux, True Blood

I've been working on a nasty little sex scene between my heroine and hero and decided that I needed to do a 'net photo crawl for a bit of inspiration. I have a clear picture of my heroine in my mind. As for my hero, he's my uninhibited mental compilation of everything I love about the male spirit, mind and body. You know the man who'd you'd only kick out of your bed so you could fuck him on the floor. Still, I needed a visual inspiration for my alpha male - the better for quality writing, of course. Joe/Alcide is Ridge Copeland personified...sigh. Oh how I suffer for my art ;-} Okay, back to work.

'Til we meet again,

Temple

Breakthrough?

E - the inspiration for my newest heroine.

"There are three rules for writing a novel.

Unfortunately, no one knows what they are."

- W. Somerset Maugham

I've been diligently plugging away on my keyboard - working on the seemingly never ending journey of finishing my first wip. But of late my plugging has sputtered down to a spotty ineffectual tap-tap-tap. Nearly two weeks ago I admitted the biter reality - I've hit a mental, creative wall. And that wall is solid, massive and a stone cold fucker! Trying to force my muse made my distressing situation even worse, even more frustrating. Arghhhhh!

Though I tried, as best as I could to best that wall, I couldn't go over, under, around or through it. After another long fruitless brain racking night, I gave up (again) and crawled under the covers. Several hours later, my dreams woke me. But I wasn't dreaming about my wip. No, there was a whole other crop people (characters) crowding my mind. A series I think. Time, place, people, sights, sounds, smells - all in technicolor surround sound. They woke me up, encouraged me to pull out my notebook and pen and write, and write and write. And somehow in the process I found my latest heroine.

I didn't know it at the time, but I had made a breakthrough. I'm not a one-trick-pony. And I can't say strongly enough how relieved I am to discover that there's plenty of imagination and creative mojo hiding in the depths of my little grey cells. I think that I've also found a way, in part at least, to deal with that stone cold mental-wall fucker - diversify ;-}

Now all that's left for me to do is finish The Good Professor - sigh...

'Til we meet again,

Temple