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Argonath Bookends |
The Argonath
protect my desk.
They mark the boundaries of
Gondor.
"Go back,"
They tell the Numinorians.
"You have reached the limits of your land."
Maybe I should face
them the other say. I have not
yet the
limits
of my
land.
![]() |
Argonath Bookends |
The Argonath
protect my desk.
They mark the boundaries of
Gondor.
"Go back,"
They tell the Numinorians.
"You have reached the limits of your land."
Maybe I should face
them the other say. I have not
yet the
limits
of my
land.
I found a long-lost poem while I was doing some KonMari organization on my file cabinet. It's obviously pretty old.
I call this one, "Bullshit."
"The greatest art is borne of sorrow."
(bullshit)
She then told me,
"When you finally experience sorrow, you
will understand what I mean."
(Because pain never visits those under thirty).
I didn't say that my mother had died a year ago.
I'd put my dog down two months ago.
I had left my husband a month ago.
She was a liar.
The best art comes from joy.
Writing Real Sex: How to Write Real Sex for Fiction Novels
Let's be real - I love writing sex. I want to write the kind of love scenes that make people want to connect, kiss, play, and share their appreciation of each other. I want all my love scenes in my stories to show just how good pleasure can be, no matter how many people are involved or their genders.
To quote the Great Sages, Lynyrd Skynyrd, "I know a little about love, and honey, I can guess the rest."
Over the next few weeks, look forward to posts here, on my Instagram, and in my mailing list. I'll be doing Q&A's about writing intimacy, posting writing samples, doing a little reading out loud.
Just how do we unlearn what we have been told is sexy and put what truly turns on our characters? Keep tuned!
Many years ago, I had a nightmare about the Napoleonic Wars (if you have ever studied the Napoleonic Wars, you will understand. They were dreadful). One part of this nightmare was amazing, though. A dark woman, one full of secrets and violence, came into the tent where the generals were planning the Peninsular Campaign (Napoleon's disastrous invasion of Spain). She gave the best tactical advice but the men dismissed her. She left the tent, returned in men's clothing, and they thought she was a genius.
I knew this woman was Vlad Tepes, the vampire Dracula. This dream stuck with me. I was fascinated by this idea. Naturally, I did a little research. There are very few primary resources about Vlad (see here, here, and here). Most of the literature talked about the alleged atrocities she committed. If I looked at these stories through a feminist lens, I could see how these fictions could be seen as acts of a furious woman (impaling, especially. How Freudian of her!).
This began the long process of writing the Blood Wings series. Who was she? Why would her family hid her born gender? How could that be done? What motivated her? Did she have secret dreams? What were her wounds?
The series took many drafts and lots of brainstorming. I had to learn what kind of lovers she had, who she thought she was.
I have been honored to share this journey with you. With the final revision being released on May 6, 2021, I feel like Valerie Tate has finally found a place of happiness.
My well had run completely dry. I had no idea how to strip this book down past its bare bones and completely rebuild it.
It took several books for me to get even an inkling of an idea for Valerie Tate's final adventure. It wasn't until I finished The Cafe of Hopes and Dreams that I realized what she needed. She needed sweetness, dreams, and her own hopes. At last, the words flowed.
And now, the book is available for pre-order at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0934FVTBS?notRedirectToSDP=1&ref_=dbs_mng_calw_2&storeType=ebooks!!
After centuries as the Dracula of legend, disguised as a male, Valerie
Tate's current incarnation is the last thing she expected: mother of a
precocious half-angel, half-vampire, and wife to two men. But Valerie is
more familiar with battlefields than domesticity. . .
Some
overwhelmed mothers relax with a glass of wine. Valerie soothes her
immortal soul with a refreshing blood and coke. How else can she deal
with her toddler Minerva's psychic powers--not to mention her
determination to throw knives. Thank goodness for Valerie's two loves,
John Jante and Lance Soleil. Without them, the trauma of her dark past
and her primal, urges for violence and power would overtake her. Yet in
a world where humans and paranormals uncomfortably co-exist, Valerie's
peace will be short-lived. . .
Someone is killing the world's
best paranormal diplomats. And Valerie's vampire brother and nemesis,
Radu, is at the center of the conflict. Now Valerie finds herself as
vulnerable and as weak as she had been as a human....