I’m offering you the choice, Gentle Reader, as to whether or not you want to follow me down the hole after this white rabbit of a thought stream. If you decide to click, just be forewarned. It’s grouchy and petulant and … well, whiny.
*aka the sound grownups make in the Charlie Brown Peanuts specials.
I was about to say that that’s the only thing you’re hearing from me right now, but… that’s not entirely true, is it? You’re hearing less than that. Okay, how about nothing? Nada? Zip? Zero? Zilch?
Yes, yes. I know you’re smart. I don’t have to belabour the point.
In case you haven’t heard (and you likely haven’t, I think I’ve only talked about it on Twitter, maybe? I ferget…), there’s a NEW STORY COMING! I had the chance to take part in a neat little anthology that a group of us are self-publishing, and it should be live very soon (it’s just currently with our fabulous project co-ordinator, being formatted for publishing). It’ll be available at Amazon and Smashwords, I think. Don’t quote me on that quite yet. I’ll post the legit details as soon as I have them — I promise!
Anyway. Other than that, I don’t have enough frakking hours in a day. ‘Scuse me while I go collapse.
Hey there! It’s me! You know… Kris. The completely absent one. Yeah. That.
Well, I’ve been letting a couple of story ideas brew in my head lately, and the biggest challenge I’m suddenly facing is choosing good character names. I mean, when you write erotica, you have to watch what you name people, right? I mean, what if you choose names of people you already know (and I don’t mean that you’re writing about those people, I just mean you’re using their names) and those people end up somehow reading what you wrote? Then they might think you were writing about them.
Or am I just being paranoid?
Maybe I just can’t see myself writing about somebody who has the same name as someone I know. That might be too hard to get past.
I know there are a zillion names out there, but picking the right one can be difficult. Am I the only one with this sticking point??
I’m probably just thinking about this way too much. But can you see yourself writing something naughty about a character who has the same name as your neighbor? Or brother-in-law? Or a friend in your social circle? (Unless you *are* trying to send a message, you naughty person, you!)
Okay, yes. I know. Quit dithering and get to it, already. You got it!
All right, now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, on to today’s crack-a-lackin’ post.
The awesome folks at Young House Love issued a great challenge recently, based on the Macklemore & Lewis song I posted yesterday. You can go here to see the Thrift Store Challenge details. BFF Rella said, in a moment of sheer genius, “Hey! We should do the Thrift Store Challenge!”
And because I’m cool like that I said “Yeah!”
So. Follow me below the fold to see how the challenge turned out!
Beware. This Macklemore & Ryan Lewis song is abso-frickin’-lutely NSFW. And if it IS safe at your work, man, you’ve got quite the job.
Anyway. What does this song have to do with anything?
Oh, you’ll see, peeps. You’ll see. Stay tuned!
So. I’ve started another book. I’m 585 words in, which isn’t much at all in the grand scheme of things. It’s not a blank page, which is a plus, but it’s also not great.
The biggest problem is, however, the crows of doubt have already begun to gather. You see, I want this story to be good. I want to blow the editor’s socks off. I want her to be engrossed and enthralled from word #1. And right now, I don’t even know if I can do that. Oh, there’s a turn of phrase or two in there now that I rather like, but is it magical? Captivating?
And now we’re stuck in a catch-22 of the creative world. You want what’s in your head — the breathtaking images, the witty lines, the evocative description — to translate to the page. But it doesn’t always happen. Let’s say that it *normally* doesn’t happen. It’s a moment of planetary alignment when it does. A Blue Moon month, as it were. The point is — and what I’m trying to remind myself at this very moment — is you can’t think about your project that way. It’ll either end up being noteworthy, or it won’t. It won’t help to worry about it. It will be what it will be.
So easy to say. Ugh.
It’s too early to make judgments about this story. Nothing can be said either way. So I need to just tell the crows to piss off, stuff peanut butter into the mouths of the voices in my head, and simply keep on writing.
Right? I am, aren’t I? Right, that is.
I’d like to be able to say, “Nah, it’s already awesome; I know it is, the book will be published immediately…”
But I can’t. That’s too obnoxious. And arrogant. Ugh. Ridiculous.
Well. Off I go to work on the-book-that-would-hopefully-be-”not-dreck”.
Apparently I really do suck at this promotion nonsense. I have a NEW BOOK out tomorrow and have said nary a single word to promote it.
Well! Despite that, I hope folks are interested in my new wee volume and will pick it up the moment it is available. I’m going to write a couple of posts in the next couple of days that will show my musical inspiration for this story — and there certainly is some! So I hope you’ll come back and take a look. I’ll be Tweeting about new blog posts as they come up, so keep an eye out! And if you’re not following me already on Twitter, come and find me! I’m @Kris_Starr
On that note, I’m going to log in to Twitter now and start yammering a little. We’ll see how clever I am…!
Get ready, gang — Party Starter is on it’s way to you. Stay tuned — same Bat time, same Bat channel — because starting January 9th, you’ll be able to add a new Kris Starr title to that shiny eReader Santa brought you!
Yup, the release date has been determined! Trust me, I’ll be keeping you posted on any further developments as they are warranted.
In the meantime, stay warm and dry, and be good — ’cause Santa’s watching! (Hm. I guess that makes him the ultimate voyeur, huh?!?)
*Apocalyptic Zombie-Type Noise.
I woke up almost a full half-hour after I hit the snooze button on my alarm this morning. So apparently I actually turned the damn thing *off*, instead.
I’ve got too much on my plate right now. I can’t even think of anything interesting to say other than:
I’m gonna make another cup of coffee and have a freshly baked cranberry-bran muffin. And then maybe I’ll find the motivation to do something actually productive. We’ll see.