You know what the end of December is - that lovely time when we make New Year's resolutions and then, in many cases, cross our fingers and hope they'll stick.
As a writer always goal-setting. I often fall short of the goals I set myself but by having the plan and the goals I get more hits than I do misses. Still, writing can be lonely and finding motivation is hard. I'm lucky that I have a lovely writer's group here in Sydney and I am a member of some great online groups for chicklit authors as well.
Still sometimes the motivation to focus on the writing slides.
After doing #NaNoWriMo yet again in 2014 I looked at the lessons that I could learn from that and I decided that I really could find time to write 1,000 words a day. Not all of those words would be brilliant and many will get the chop later but I could put pen-to-paper or fingers-to-keyboard and write them.
Thus, I decided to make that my writing resolution for 2015. 1,000 words a day or 365,000 words across the year (That sounds scary but 1,000 words a day doesn't).
Then this week I thought about what motivates me and I realised the group force of #NaNoWriMo was another of its strengths so I set up a Facebook group for writers who also want to write #1000wordsaday.
Here it is if you would like to join:
Or if you would like to follow my progress you can follow the hashtag #1000wordsaday on Twitter or sign up for my newsletter for regular updates.
My next post will be looking back a 2014 and forward to the year ahead.
This is just a very quick blog post to wish all those who have supported me in 2014 a very Merry Christmas. To those who buy my books, read my blog, leave book reviews or interact with me on social media I say a huge THANK YOU.
My life is richer for knowing you.
I wish you peace, love, happiness and laughter this festive season.
May the end of 2014 be filled with joy and books.
Here are a couple of my favourite Christmas songs... both are Australian ...have a wonderful Christmas.
Not long ago i had some new author photos taken.
I never really loved the one I had and I always looked a little stilted and unnatural in them. I'm not the world's most photogenic person but I usually look better in photos that aren't staged. I guess it is a lucky co-incidence the Ford Model Agency never came calling back in the day - I guess, short, freckled red-headed women weren't the big thing back when I was a teen (or ever).
Anyway, my lovely husband, helped me take these. It's always weird to look at yourself in photos but they are I do believe as good as it is going to get.
The truth is I don't want to be one of those authors who have photos taken of them and use that same photo twenty years, five hairstyles and fifteen kilograms later. I have met authors who I would NEVER have recognised from their author photos.
Anyway I hope to revamp my website, newsletter and Facebook page in the new year (Can you believe that's only 11 days away?) and these photos will come in handy.
I actually prefer these one. I guess I look better when I have something else to focus on. Oh yeah and I'm holding my lovely paperbacks which you can get from Amazon
It's Monday and I usually do a Musical Monday post but as I went to write this the city of Sydney, my city, is under siege and so I thought I might write about something else.
When I started writing lots of people were surprised that I decided to write chicklit and stories with an upbeat, romantic bent. Not because I'm not an upbeat person, I actually am, but because there is a huge perception, especially in more intellectual circles, that lighter fiction, happier fiction has less value and is less worthy. The truth is I know lots of people who don't think my writing is worthy and others who think I'm wasting my talents (on the one hand it is nice they think I have talents, on the other hand that's not exactly very supportive). In fact, some of those would cite the fact that I've written several books (if asked) as evidence of that, because one angst-ridden novel is far more valuable than several lighter ones (in their opinion).
The truth is - and it has certainly taken me a long time to reach this point - I don't care what they think, and furthermore I think they're wrong. The world needs more joy, more hope and more optimism.
Sadness begets sadness, joy begets joy.
If some of the world's great writers wrote stories with less abuse, less torture, less war maybe we would have book clubs sitting around discussing love, kindness and forgiveness. Maybe if there were more redemptive tales we'd feel that there was hope for redemption.
Maybe if the nice guy came first every now and then maybe we'd be more likely to be nice in real life.
I write stories with happy endings because I want everyone to have one. Do we all want to walk around thinking we'll never find love, that good won't triumph or that misery is living in the house next door? I don't.
It might seem naive or foolish to some but negative thinking, exclusion and greed are everywhere. I can turn on the television, go to the movies or peruse the best seller list and there they are. The world isn't improving as a result.
I want to focus on the power of friendship to improve your day, how a small flirtation can lift your spirits, how planning a grand adventure, a new start or a change can be a thing of wonder. Maybe I write stories like that because I need to believe that is true, or maybe I'm just lucky enough to have experienced that in my own life so I don't think it's wrong to expect it in novels.
I'll continue to write about and hope for happy endings not just for my characters but for people everywhere.
We all know December is nuts with the holidays. Here in Australia it is even a little nuttier.
A random list of reasons why.
1. It's summer so it's hot. Running around like a crazy person is even harder in the heat.
2. The kids finish the school year. All the end of school things that happen in the Northern hemisphere in Jun happen here in December. Concerts, presentation days, dinners, end of year sports parties - all happen now.
3. Most Australians pack up for their annual vacation or as we call them holidays and leave the office on Dec 24. It's usually about January 7 before the country is back in full swing. That means everyone is trying to get everything done before they head off.
4. Christmas and the summer break mean that everyone wants to catch up with you in December. This is a lovely tradition but people you haven't seen since May simply must catch up before Christmas. We're a drinking nation so basically you eat and drink your way through a hot December.
About the Author:
Elke was born and raised on Grand Cayman and lives there with her husband and two kids who keep her on her toes.
She’s a coffeeholic, checklist fanatic, and future space explorer. She has a sarcastic/quirky sense of humor and loves meeting new people. When not writing, she's helping other writers in Cayman through her organization CayWriters.
The author of For the Love of Jazz and Deadly Bloodlines, book one in her Deadly Series. She stumbled into writing romantic suspense because of her fascination with serial killers, but writes other genres because characters keep telling her their stories and she's a sucker for a crazy story.
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Excerpt from Deadly Race
“I didn’t really have a relationship with her. She was someone I wanted, but she didn’t know how I felt until an hour ago.” Would she decide to kick him out of her apartment for either leading her on or being a complete ass?
She gripped the couch tightly and it collapsed beneath her hands. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her mouth twisted in anger. Here comes her emotional eruption. He braced himself.
“You put me through all of that for nothing?” She said it with so much control he wondered where she got it.
“It wasn’t nothing to me,” he reasoned.
“Wasn’t nothing? Do you know how many times I felt guilty because you had a girlfriend, or know how many nights I lay awake imagining I’d go to hell for the dirty thoughts I had about you in this apartment, inside and outside your car, even the examination table in your office?” She paced before him.
Jackson was speechless, and turned on, as he thought about everything she’d just mentioned. He remembered the night she kissed him in the car and wondered what would’ve happened if they hadn’t been interrupted, or if they’d been in a secluded area instead of outside her apartment.
“Hey!” she shouted, pulling him from his erotic thoughts of her spread out over the roof of his car.
“Stop that! You don’t get to have a fantasy in the middle of my rant. Got it?” Her index finger pointed at him.
He wanted to smile, but knew she’d probably knock his lights out if he did. “Please continue,” he said as politely and seriously as he could.
“Why couldn’t you be honest with me?” She ran a hand through her hair.
Honest about that? She couldn’t be serious? “Honest about wanting someone I hadn’t even told how I felt? I hardly knew you, Remy, and you wanted me to share something I’d kept secret for nearly two years?”
“Two years?” Her voice echoed in disbelief.
It sounded ridiculous to hear it out loud.
She must’ve thought so, too, because she laughed. It started as a light chuckle, but then escalated to full, out loud, boisterous laughter until it was so extreme she fell to the floor behind the couch.
He walked over to where she lay. “It’s not that funny,” he insisted.
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and laughed harder.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this at my expense.” He extended a hand to help her up, but she waved it away as another fit of laughter overtook her. “You might not believe this, but I’m incredibly shy.”
She roared louder and gestured with her hand for him to stop talking.
He couldn’t blame her for laughing. He’d been anything but shy around her. She had a knack for bringing out emotions in him that were less than passive, with her audaciousness and that unfiltered mouth of hers.