I titled this blog entry three the hard way for several reasons. The first being obvious. It's my third entry...duh.
Second is because this is where I go over how I focused on the development of the three main characters in my Novel.
In any book, character's are what have the reader intrigued. You have to develop people that reach out and bring the reader in. The way to do this is by making them easy to identify with. The reader either feels a kinship with the character because they share a struggle or a similar trait. Or it can be that this is a story that they have heard before. Struggle is not a new story to anyone. Whether the struggle is about finances, relationships, or love. The list is never ending. What makes the story enjoyable and individual is the way that the writer spins the story. The highs and lows and the end results. At least this is my take on it. I can only speak for me. Right?
I knew that character development was going to be important. I knew that I would have to make these people I was using to tell a story, be people that the reader would be invested in. The reader would have to want to get to know them better. These characters would have to invite the reader in.
The three main characters are what I chose to focus on first. Once I started taking my notes and forming them into chapters I had three people that would convey the story that I wanted to tell.
First there came Leslie, the Damsel.
Second there is Kendrick, the Villain &
Third there's Lincoln, the Prince.
And third is the reason why I dream. That reason is because of my three children. I want them to know that you can pursue your dreams. Even when you are scared to death of the end results. I am winging it. This is something that I've dreamt of but I had no idea how to go about it. So everyday I pray and figure something else out. I want this and I will continue on until I have the victory. I want my children to see that when it became difficult...I should say that when it became more difficult... because it started off tough, that I didn't fold. There will be set backs but you have to keep moving. I am learning that more and more everyday.
I hope that you all enjoy reading this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope you all bare with me and stick it out until the book is released.
Thank You. Lots of Love, Liz.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
1st Tease From " Torn"
KENDRICK
I wake up with Leslie no longer in my arms. It felt good laying next to her though. Too good. The sun is up so that means we made it through the night. However the house is still freezing so I know that the power is still out. This time alone is the perfect time to call my wife and let her know that I am stranded at Dahlia's house. I know that I should have done this last night but I was laying down the ground work for what I hoped to be a hot and steamy booty call. Shit...I've known Leslie for so long that she might be able to become one of my regulars. As soon as I begin to dial the numbers to my home phone my cell phone starts to power down. The battery died after being left off the charger all night. Maybe that's for the best. This way my wife won't be hassling me about when I will be able to make it home. So I decide to climb out of the bed and see if I can find Leslie.
LESLIE
I can't believe what I'm seeing as I peer out the small square window at the top of the metal front door. The storm that came through caused a lot more damage then I expected. The snow is piled up so far that it prevents me from opening the front door. There is no way for any vehicles to navigate down any of the roads. Due to the piles of dirty snow and tree branches that litter the road way. In all the years that I have lived in Buffalo I have never seen a storm cause this type of destruction. I am in awe as I gaze out and wonder where will the city begin to clean this up? To restore power? And if this is what my street looks like how did the rest of the city hold up? What I know for sure at this point is that I won't be flying anywhere today. I know without even having to call and check that all flights have been cancelled. Damn!
I need to call and check on Lincoln. I know that he was not fazed by this storm but I also know that he will be worried about me.
I can hear movement. He's up. Sleeping next to Kendrick last night felt nice but I'm not ready to face him. So I continue to look out the window. I watch people slowly make their way outside to dig themselves out, to find their cars and remove debris from the roads in front of their homes.
I feel him directly behind me and my pulse accelerates at the smell of his Cologne. I can feel his heat despite the frigid temperature. My feet won't move.
"Good morning." His voice is horse and low. I lick my lips but don't respond. I'm grateful that my back is still to him. But what if he can read my mind?
His hands have found their way around my waist. They have found a resting spot at the top of my jeans. He then eases his hands inside and pushes my legs apart. I want to protest. Say that this is wrong but I don't. I wait to see what he will do next and if that next move will prompt me to end this.
He holds the heat in-between my legs and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. Then I feel his warm breath on me right before he pulls my ear lobe between his teeth. He whispers to me that he has wanted this for so long that he could barely contain himself last night. He says the scent from my skin is tantalizing. I fell his forefinger probing inside of my slick walls and then he begins to stir me. He takes his unoccupied hand and pushes my jeans down around my ankles. Then tells me to step out. I don't even hesitate to comply. As soon as I get out of them he kicks them aside. All the while he hasn't stop stirring me when I hear the rattle of the wrapper behind me. I know that he is preparing himself to enter me and I'm doing the same. The anticipation of what is about to come has me winding back onto his fingers. He rests the head of his powerful erection against my dripping wet heat and I hear a muffled expletive fall from his lips. He is rough when he enters me and I can no longer keep quiet. As soon as I part my lips the moans float out like a song that I have been dying to sing. He is aggressive from the beginning. No slow and sensual foreplay. He pushes me close to the door and pushes my face and breast against the cold metal. The shock of the cold has my pebble-like nipples aching. It is the most exhilarating feeling having my breast pressed to the cold door and the heat from Kendrick filling me up. I am on the verge of exploding when he stops. He turns me around and looks dead in my eyes. " Tell me I'm better." I am dying for him to finish but I'm not going to say it. He repeats himself and I just shake my head in the negative.
He lowers himself in front of me and my right leg is lifted onto his left shoulder. He licks my swollen flesh. Flicking his tongue in a rapid motion that has my legs threatening to give out. I try to move his head away but he will not allow it. Instead he buries his face deeper. It is so intense that I beg him to stop but he won't relent. So I say the one thing that I know will get his attention. Panting, " I want to taste you." Without another word he stands and guides me to the couch. I push him into the sitting position and place a pillow on the floor to cushion my knee's. I tease the tip with my tongue........ MORE TO COME.
KENDRICK
This was easier then I thought. I thought it would take at least a week to get into Leslie's panties. I under estimated myself.
I wake up with Leslie no longer in my arms. It felt good laying next to her though. Too good. The sun is up so that means we made it through the night. However the house is still freezing so I know that the power is still out. This time alone is the perfect time to call my wife and let her know that I am stranded at Dahlia's house. I know that I should have done this last night but I was laying down the ground work for what I hoped to be a hot and steamy booty call. Shit...I've known Leslie for so long that she might be able to become one of my regulars. As soon as I begin to dial the numbers to my home phone my cell phone starts to power down. The battery died after being left off the charger all night. Maybe that's for the best. This way my wife won't be hassling me about when I will be able to make it home. So I decide to climb out of the bed and see if I can find Leslie.
LESLIE
I can't believe what I'm seeing as I peer out the small square window at the top of the metal front door. The storm that came through caused a lot more damage then I expected. The snow is piled up so far that it prevents me from opening the front door. There is no way for any vehicles to navigate down any of the roads. Due to the piles of dirty snow and tree branches that litter the road way. In all the years that I have lived in Buffalo I have never seen a storm cause this type of destruction. I am in awe as I gaze out and wonder where will the city begin to clean this up? To restore power? And if this is what my street looks like how did the rest of the city hold up? What I know for sure at this point is that I won't be flying anywhere today. I know without even having to call and check that all flights have been cancelled. Damn!
I need to call and check on Lincoln. I know that he was not fazed by this storm but I also know that he will be worried about me.
I can hear movement. He's up. Sleeping next to Kendrick last night felt nice but I'm not ready to face him. So I continue to look out the window. I watch people slowly make their way outside to dig themselves out, to find their cars and remove debris from the roads in front of their homes.
I feel him directly behind me and my pulse accelerates at the smell of his Cologne. I can feel his heat despite the frigid temperature. My feet won't move.
"Good morning." His voice is horse and low. I lick my lips but don't respond. I'm grateful that my back is still to him. But what if he can read my mind?
His hands have found their way around my waist. They have found a resting spot at the top of my jeans. He then eases his hands inside and pushes my legs apart. I want to protest. Say that this is wrong but I don't. I wait to see what he will do next and if that next move will prompt me to end this.
He holds the heat in-between my legs and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. Then I feel his warm breath on me right before he pulls my ear lobe between his teeth. He whispers to me that he has wanted this for so long that he could barely contain himself last night. He says the scent from my skin is tantalizing. I fell his forefinger probing inside of my slick walls and then he begins to stir me. He takes his unoccupied hand and pushes my jeans down around my ankles. Then tells me to step out. I don't even hesitate to comply. As soon as I get out of them he kicks them aside. All the while he hasn't stop stirring me when I hear the rattle of the wrapper behind me. I know that he is preparing himself to enter me and I'm doing the same. The anticipation of what is about to come has me winding back onto his fingers. He rests the head of his powerful erection against my dripping wet heat and I hear a muffled expletive fall from his lips. He is rough when he enters me and I can no longer keep quiet. As soon as I part my lips the moans float out like a song that I have been dying to sing. He is aggressive from the beginning. No slow and sensual foreplay. He pushes me close to the door and pushes my face and breast against the cold metal. The shock of the cold has my pebble-like nipples aching. It is the most exhilarating feeling having my breast pressed to the cold door and the heat from Kendrick filling me up. I am on the verge of exploding when he stops. He turns me around and looks dead in my eyes. " Tell me I'm better." I am dying for him to finish but I'm not going to say it. He repeats himself and I just shake my head in the negative.
He lowers himself in front of me and my right leg is lifted onto his left shoulder. He licks my swollen flesh. Flicking his tongue in a rapid motion that has my legs threatening to give out. I try to move his head away but he will not allow it. Instead he buries his face deeper. It is so intense that I beg him to stop but he won't relent. So I say the one thing that I know will get his attention. Panting, " I want to taste you." Without another word he stands and guides me to the couch. I push him into the sitting position and place a pillow on the floor to cushion my knee's. I tease the tip with my tongue........ MORE TO COME.
KENDRICK
This was easier then I thought. I thought it would take at least a week to get into Leslie's panties. I under estimated myself.
Getting My Feet Wet...
When I started this process I had no idea all that it would entail. I thought to myself... write a book then send it to a publisher. From there it would be edited, printed , and released. Well it's not that simple. I am learning that now. Besides all the things that I have to figure out in order to have my book published there are personal hurdles that I have to climb. I am up for the challenges though. I believe that I have prepared myself for everything that will come my way. And for what I haven't prepared for...I will pray.
My first few weeks of writing I wasn't doing it in any sort of order. Ideas would come to me and I would jot them down. It was when I put everything together that I could see the story that was already being formed. It was only 100 pages when I decided to print it out. I read and re-read those 100 pages to death. Made corrections and changed things and situations just to read it again and change it back. I didn't know if I had it in me to be a good author. So I wouldn't ask anyone to read it and give me input. I had to rely on myself.
After writing for 3 months I did ask the one person in the world I thought would say I could do anything (My Mother) if she thought I could write a book. She said without looking in my direction and no hesitation, "No!" I pretended that the single word wasn't a blow to my ego. It was. Not because I thought that I was on my way to becoming a literary Giant but because she didn't even have to think about it. Nor did she inquire after the fact if that is what I wanted to do. She automatically said that I couldn't. That hurt. After that I thought maybe I'm in over my head. If anyone knows when you have bitten off more then you can chew it's definitely your mother...Right? So I wrote less and less. Until I stopped. In her defences this is something that I never shared with her so maybe she thought I was just talking out the side of my neck....Maybe.
So I prayed about it. The conclusion I came up with is that I will write this book for myself. No matter what the end result is. I will be proud of what I accomplish. No matter what the outcome.
Thank you to everyone that is following my blog. I will be leaving teases from my book soon.
My first few weeks of writing I wasn't doing it in any sort of order. Ideas would come to me and I would jot them down. It was when I put everything together that I could see the story that was already being formed. It was only 100 pages when I decided to print it out. I read and re-read those 100 pages to death. Made corrections and changed things and situations just to read it again and change it back. I didn't know if I had it in me to be a good author. So I wouldn't ask anyone to read it and give me input. I had to rely on myself.
After writing for 3 months I did ask the one person in the world I thought would say I could do anything (My Mother) if she thought I could write a book. She said without looking in my direction and no hesitation, "No!" I pretended that the single word wasn't a blow to my ego. It was. Not because I thought that I was on my way to becoming a literary Giant but because she didn't even have to think about it. Nor did she inquire after the fact if that is what I wanted to do. She automatically said that I couldn't. That hurt. After that I thought maybe I'm in over my head. If anyone knows when you have bitten off more then you can chew it's definitely your mother...Right? So I wrote less and less. Until I stopped. In her defences this is something that I never shared with her so maybe she thought I was just talking out the side of my neck....Maybe.
So I prayed about it. The conclusion I came up with is that I will write this book for myself. No matter what the end result is. I will be proud of what I accomplish. No matter what the outcome.
Thank you to everyone that is following my blog. I will be leaving teases from my book soon.
Lots of Love Liz.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Begining
This is my very first blog. I decided to start this blog to accompany my very first Novel. YAY... Writing a book has always been a dream of mine. I was just too nervous to actually start it. What if I was no good? What if I wrote this book and thought it was wonderful and every publisher that I sent it to hated it? Could I deal with that rejection? So I always put it on the back burner. I never shared this dream with anyone because I knew that I wasn't going to receive the support that I needed.
Finally after years of thinking about it and putting it off I shared my dream to write with my then friend now boyfriend, Jerome. I told him this years ago. I remember the day. Well night. I was standing in my Friends bathroom on the phone talking to Jerome one night in 2002. I don't recall the time or day of the week but it was definitely night time. He asked what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I thought, "besides be with you?"....That was just a thought then I would have never revealed that information to him at that time. What I said was write children's books. He didn't laugh, he didn't judge, and he didn't ignore me. He thought it was a wonderful idea. He was excited about it. Wanting to know all my ideas. I knew that I was in Love with this man.
So fast forward years later. I finally decided that this was the time to pursue my dream. Time is not forever and I could not continue to wait. So right before my birthday in Febuary I began writing with just a pen and a pad. Then I started transferring the notes to my email address. Then I began organizing it in book form.
It is such a fulfilling experience. I am so proud of what I have written so far and the progression of each character. They really take on a life of their own. However, writing this Book has not been easy. I'm more then half way through and it seems as though the hurdles are closer and harder to jump. However, I am determined. This is what I am supposed to do. I really, really, believe that.
In future posts I will include teases from my book, Torn. I will also elaborate on the Trials and Tribulations. It's crazy the people that stand in your way and the situations that arise when you are trying to better yourself.
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