On Meeting People

I've never been good at forcing myself to meet people, but when I am out doing everyday things I have no problem starting conversations.
I'm strange like that.
It makes the day job difficult, and often times it makes being a writer hard.
Nine times out of ten being an author is a lonely, solitary job. It's that one time though when I have to step out of my shell and interact with groups of people when things get a little hairy.
That's just on social media too. 8(
Man, am I glad I don't do meet and greets. At least not yet.
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On Choosing Characters

It has gotten to the point that when I meet someone I tell them I'm an author. Not because I want the attention, and not to sell books (usually). I tell them so they're prepared to find themselves in one of my novels.
Most of my characters have some basis in reality. At least in one way or another. I'll take traits, actions, or figures of speech and fit them into a novel.
Also, I think it is fair warning for them not to piss me off. After all, what better way to commit murder than in the pages of a book?
R.S

On Cover Reveal: Murphy's Law

It's finally finished! What do you think?


The novel itself is coming soon to where ever ebooks are sold. :)

SQUEE!!

On the Editing Cave

I finally did it. I made myself finish the corrections from the first round edits of my novel. Since it was the first novel I ever wrote, but never got around to editing, there were a lot of corrections to be made. I'd done half of it a while back, but then lost the motivation to continue on with it.

Change was needed.

So, I packed up my car and headed off to the beautiful Welk's Resort in San Diego, where I spent the next 48 hours alone with my novel. It was a dirty job, but someone (and that would be me, since nobody else wanted to do it) had to do it.

My editing cave was beautiful, and spacious, and a little too quite. I haven't been truly alone in almost five years. It's amazing how the exclusion of the Munchkin was such a huge thing. There were times I thought about going home, and other times I thought about running off to play in the pool, or go to a wine tasting, or walk in lavender fields, but I didn't.

At 0800 on Saturday, the final (first) corrections were made.

A weight was lifted from my shoulders, and I was glad I'd skipped out on going home or wasted time doing something else.

I'd given myself a deadline--to get it to the editor before the Marine returned from deployment, and I made it. Barely.

As long as everything goes okay, and my editor doesn't tell me the novel is complete and total crap, expect to see it available this summer.

What did you do this weekend? I'd love to hear about it. The person with the funniest comment will win awesome 'swag' available only from the online shop, Sprites Cubed.  I'll post pictures of those awesome gifts soon.

R.S.