I love writing supernatural thrillers and urban fantasy. It’s fun. It’s scary. It’s dark. There’s something exciting about writing and reading about things that scare me, and creating characters that are out there in the dark fighting the good fight. Elle York is more than my favorite character to write, she’s my imaginary friend.
But she’s not the only voice that’s trapped in my head, begging to come out and play in the real world. That’s why I decided to let Arly Briggs out. Unlike Elle, she doesn’t fight monsters. She doesn’t exist in the secretive shadowy corners of the world. She lives in the spotlight in her very own series of cozy mysteries.
I know what you’re thinking – Urban Fantasy and Cozy Mysteries are about as far apart in genre as you can be without writing smut by night and children’s illustrated books by day. And it is different. Challenging. New rules to learn (and break).
The Hurricane Arly books are light and fun, and written in first person. But they aren’t all doilies and lace. Each book, like me, has a dark side. Drugs. Cheating partners. Identity Theft. Jealousy.
And of course, murder.
Lots, and lots of murder.
So hang on to something, Hurricane Arly is headed your way!
What started out as an edit turned into a complete re-write, as in delete and start all over again. Total re-write of Book #1, which is easier than it sounds because I know the characters and the plot already, I’m just spinning them in a new direction and so far, I love the results! Then again, maybe I still have writer’s high.
When we are kids, we sould see something and think “I can do that!” It didn’t matter if it was cartwheels or going to the moon or even flying. Nothing was out of our reach. Nothing was impossible.
Once we grow up, it’s like a switch gets thrown. It’s easier to come up with excuses to not try things rather than try and fail. It’s easier to take the safe road than to make a fool of yourself or do something that might hurt later. It’s easier to dream small than admit we’re scared, or to take a chance and realize we can’t do a cartwheel, we might never go to the moon, and if we tried to fly, we just might look like an idiot.
That’s no way to live. It’s ok to be scared, but it’s not ok to let the fear of failure stop us from trying something that just might be spectacular.
I’ve been so obsessed with the same idea for so long that I’ve had a hard time understanding why no one believes in it as much as I do. Maybe it’s just not good enough or fresh enough or maybe I’m not trying hard enough.
Or maybe…. just maybe…. I’ve been on the wrong track for the past few years.
I’m stubborn to a fault. Set in my ways. But even I can learn, and grown, and change – so why can’t my characters? I’ve been looking for a fresh spin, and tonight, I think I’ve found it. It will take a whole lot of hard work and more than just a major edit or even a re-write. We’re talking a full on overhaul. These are characters and plot lines that I love and believe in, and while I could just rip them up and start all over, I think that I can breathe new life into them and maybe, if I’m very lucky, the whole world will someday love them as much as I do.
Why do I write? Because in real life, actions have consequences. In fiction, actions still have consequences, but someone else gets to pay them.
In a lot of ways, writing is like identity theft. You get to pretend to be someone else for a while, and they end up picking up the tab.
I have been too quiet lately. I’ve had too much on my plate at work and have been in school full time. It seems like I’ve been sleeping less and less, but still never have enough time. All of the little things that have to get done just aren’t getting done – the laundry is piling and up you don’t even want to ask about the dishes. So, I haven’t had time to write or edit and all of these stories are just piling up in my brain and I have no stress outlet. Bad combination.
So new personal rule – I have to manage to find a way to get more writing time. Instead of finally finishing school and work and wanting to crash out in front of the TV, I need to write. Instead of eyes glazing over as I randomly search the web, I need to write. And that rare night that I put my foot down and say “I’m taking the night off from schoolwork!” is the perfect time to buckle down and write instead of watching a bad movie on TV.
I can’t keep neglecting writing and expect it to not neglect me.
My characters have a life of their own.
No matter how much I try, I can’t always make them do what they are supposed to. The ones that are supposed to be good turn out to be evil. The ones that are supposed to be evil turn out to be good. The ones created for an ancillary role turn out to be pivotal to the entire series.
I make a concerted effort to give a shout-out to real life friends when developing new characters. Even if a friend has nothing in common with the character, I like to use their names on occassion.
Unfortunately, a lot of my characters – let’s be generous and say 90% – meet with some pretty gruesome endings. If I know I’m going to kill a character off, I don’t want to use the name of someone I care about.
But the funny part is, on occassion you go back and re-read a particularly gruesome scene and you realized that the name you chose is similar to someone you don’t like? Coincidence? For legal purposes, let’s all agree that it’s confidential, or at the very least, subconscious.