Showing posts with label Imperfect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Imperfect. Show all posts

Monday, March 7, 2011

The senses

  Since HTDA is finished I've gone back to my "for fun" novel called IMPERFECT about a Colorado Pizzeria employee and a snowboarding gold medalist.  But when I start a new novel there are a few things that I like to do as I open that new word document.  I have to stimulate my senses...

Sight:  Visual inspirations are very important for us writers.  Since our readers can't actually "see" what we see, we have to descibe it so that they will be able to see those same things that we picture.  For a contemporary novel, I like to google the place that I've set my novel in and look at some of the houses, restaurants, and other locations in that area.  I may have  made up the actual town, but it's usuall based in fact.

Hearing:  I've heard it many differant ways:  some writers need complete silence to write, some like the hustle and bustle of noises around a coffee shop, and some like to plug into their own playlist.  Personally I like to have a playlist.  Certain lyrics can invoke a whole new scene for me and helps me get lost in the WIP.  (Yes, Glambert was my inspiration for my alien and Jason Castro is my inspiration for my snowboarder.  Don't judge)

Taste: Home made Lemonade Recipe Home made Lemonade Recipe This is one that you think, how the heck am I supposed to do this when characters don't really eat in literature?  I'm actually going to use an example from Lauren Myracle's novel SHINE to show how you can describe something that makes you feel like you can really taste it:  She brought me a glass of bright yellow lemonade so fakely sweet it made my teeth hurt.  I could literally imagine the color and taste of that lemonade just from that one sentence and try do the same in my own writing.

Smell:  Smell can be something good to your character, like when describing thier love interest's cologne or the hair wax in a dreadlocked snowboarder.  Of course smell isn't always good.  When describing an evil troll in a fantasy you may describe his terrible teeth and the way when he breathed on you it smelled like rotting flesh reaking from his mouth.  Sometimes I will burn candles just to evoke a sense of smell or I'll just search for products around my house that I like and describe that smell (yes...I'm that weird).

Touch:  This is one of the most important senses to writer.  If you write romance, you want to know how the character's skin feels against eachother and if you write action scenes you want to know what it feels like when the characters are fighting.  How do you do this?  Sometimes you have to watch movies to get a visual of what it looks and sounds like when characters do something like fight or fly a ship, or you can just go back to your own experiences and imagine that first time you held hands with your significant other.

How do you evoke the five senses in your writing?  Do you have any tips or tricks/

Sunday, January 2, 2011

No Kiss Blogfest

Over at Frankie's blog she is hosting a No Kiss Blogfest, and since I love the built up tension that YA has a way of doing with almost-kiss scenes I knew I had to participate!

Originally I was going to post something from HOW TO DATE AN ALIEN, but now that it's in it's close to final revision stages and I'm searching for representation soon...I thought it would be better to start keeping that under wraps until it's found it's publishing home (hopefully...er...).

So instead I decided to share a little bit of this for fun project I've been working on called IMPERFECT (more info under my Writing tab).  To set the scene, Jay has just picked Lia up from school and they are back at his cabin, (keep in mind this is also the first draft!)

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I think his bedroom was even bigger than my parents, so I figured it must have been the master. We were greeted by the bright afternoon sun that poured in through the floor to celing windows and French doors that led out to a huge balcony. I tried my best to notice everything, but the giant bed that sprawled across an entire wall and sat directly across from a large brick fire place. It looked like it could have been a scene from any girl's fantasy…if she wasn't wearing granny panties and not really sure if she had shaved her armpits that morning or not.


"Oh is that a kitchen in your bedroom?"

I quickly paced over to a large oak island that was equipped with a stainless steel stove and refrigerator.

"I think it's more of a wet bar than anything…" Jay slowly approached the bar, running his fingers over the granite counter top.

Did he really have to make a wet reference?

"Uh…so… this is where you stay? Pretty nice." I drummed my fingers on the counter top, trying to lean my body back as far as I could. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him, okay I was really wanting to throw him down on his satin sheets, but I had to have some restraint and you can't just throw down a gold medalist. I saw him do that 360 too, he was a lot more flexible than me.

"Yeah we used to come over to Colorado all the time when I was a kid that's how I switched from skateboarding to snowboarding." He leaned against the counter, "So when coach said we should stay here awhile to train I couldn't resist."

He smiled, bumping his knees with mine. "And I heard they have pretty cute waitresses in this area."

"Nguhhhhhhhhh." Dangit, why did I always have to make that stupid noise.

"Are you hungry?" He went to the other side of the counter and knelt down. I guess he was trying to pretend like my weird noise never happened.

"I guess…" I leaned over the counter, trying to see what he was doing.

He popped back up and almost nailed me in the face with his dreadlocks.

"Oh..whoa…sorry about that." His face was just inches from mine. I could smell the oils in his hair and swore that I could even see his chapstick lines.


"I have S'mores pop tarts." He batted the box back and forth in his hands before setting it to the side of him.


"But I'm not sure how interested I am in them anymore…" He slowly slid around to the other side of the counter, so that he was facing me, toe to toe.

I couldn’t speak, I even had to focus just to make sure that I was breathing. I could literally feel the heat radiate off of him as he leaned into me. I really wanted to kiss him, but I didn't want to seem desperate and what if I did it wrong and got to sloppy and he made me walk home down the mountain? I gripped the counter behind me for support before he placed his hands on either side of mine.

"You know, Lia, you're definitely different than other girls that I've met back in California…" His words were practically a whisper.

"You probably say that to every girl that you bring back to your place…" I looked down, trying to not meet his eyes.

"No…" He slid his right hand down from the counter and let his fingers tip toe down till they reached the small of my back. He leaned his head to the side has he moved closer, I could feel his heart beating against mine and feel the vibration of his lips on my neck as he spoke. "That's actually the last thing I would say to another girl."

I felt his eyelashes flutter as he moved his head upwards so that I could almost taste his words.

You catholic girls start much too late, aw but sooner or later it comes down to fate.

Shit.

Jay backed up as the vibrating of my phone jolted between us.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Teaser Tuesday

So here is your teaser...

I have an interview with a VERY amazing author coming up on Friday...

I have fan girled out beyond fangirlisim...

I have two fulls and two partials out, so I dont' want to tease on the current MS  (thought I am debating on more fluff, so I continue to mull.  If you want to read it to tell me if I need it just let me know!)

For a teaser you can also go to Miss Snark's first victim page and check me out!  I'm in the secret agent contest and well if you know my manuscript name then you can find it :)

Okay, Okay if you insist you can have an unedited teaser of my vomit draft of the new WIP, IMPERFECT.


I slid down onto the concrete, trying to ignore the smell that was coming from the dumpsters. This always happened to me. Kristy Qin got everything: first chair flute, student council president, and now Jay Morningstar.
I tried my hardest not to cry, but my eyelashes were getting heavy with the frozen tears. I had to take my glasses off to start peeling the little ice cubes off of my lashes.
“It’s a little cold to be hanging outside by the dumpsters, don’t you think?”

That is all for now.  It's a vomit draft, so yeah.

I decided against sci-fi for now.  Yes, sorry, the alien story has been put aside.  It's actually alot harder to write than I thought and I'm not sure how many Sci-fi novels that I can crank out.  But contemporary romance from a teen perspective?  Let's just say I already cranked out 5K in two days, so it's coming alot more organically.