As a taurean I’m often told that I’m too stubborn for my own good. I like to think of it as strong willed rather than stubborn… but that’s just me. I’m sure that there are folk who don’t agree with me.
I’m bringing this up for a couple of reasons. First, to coincide with an apology. I follow very many blogs, some of them belonging to you fine people who come here and read my words three times a week. I’m apologising because after my hospital stay I have fallen so behind in my reading of blog posts that at present my email contains in excess of 300 posts waiting to be read. I’m behind by a month and half. This means all of my comments on your words are a month and a half late, so to speak.
The stubborn part comes into play because it would be easy enough just to delete the backlog and stay up to date now. Its easy for me to read my emails these days because I can do it on my phone while I’m reading. So… why don’t I just cut my losses and just start reading from today’s date? Well… because I might miss something. I firmly believe that if I delete a bunch of posts, one, if not all of them, are guaranteed to have information in them that I want/need, or conversations that I want to be part of. That’s just Sod’s Law. So… even though my inbox continues to fill day after day after day, I am persisting in reading all of my delivered posts from oldest date to newest and leaving comments and/or likes as I see fit.
Stubborn? Oh yes.
The second point is more important however.
I feel that one has to have some level of stubbornness about them to be able to pursue the career of writing. You need that bull headed drive to keep you going when writer’s block, rejection letters and impossible scenes conspire to get you down. You have to cling to the knowledge that you are doing what is best for you and that one day you will get where you want to go. You have to keep on plugging at your work even though everything around you suggests you should give up. You need to be able to shove aside the niggling little voice that insists you could be doing something else and work at your craft harder and harder, again and again, over and over until you have have what you want. An agent… a completed manuscript… the perfect scene.
All of this takes a little bit of stubborn will, so, I think, if I have a bit of that in me so much the better!
What do you guys think? Have you ever been told you’re too stubborn, or that you’re too much of something else which, in fact, is a disguised blessing?
More roleplay characters! This time my A-Z of Flash Fiction takes me to ‘P,’ the trigger word being ‘pant.’
This is Tristen, my angel faced vampire who has gone home with a young man who he tries hard not to eat. He has followed him home and the pair have been forced to use the stairs to the sixth floor of the apartment building because the lift is out of order.
~At the top of the stairs Tristen waits for Roman to follow….
Tristen shrugged, struggling to keep from saying the words that would explain his ease on the steep stairs, and also give away his secret. Instead he lounged against the wall and watched the other man pant gently. A thin film of sweat glistened on his brow.
The urge to stroke it away – lick it away – was unbearably strong, but Tristen was more than used to resisting dangerous urges. He turned aside, gave his own body a second or two of recovery. “Nice place,” he mused, pretending to survey the hallway.
And that the end of another Six Sentence Sunday for this week. All the other authors taking part can be found by using the banner-link below, so be sure to check them out.
See you next week!
List your biggest regrets.
Well this is hard. -_- I try not to regret anything, since that implies that I’ve not learned from an experience. At least it does to my mind. Hmm. Okay… be prepared for a list of things that I do in fact regret.
- Not being more honest to the ‘friends’ of secondary school about how much they hurt me with some of their actions.
- Not trying out for more amateur dramatics shows while I had more free time.
- Quitting ballet lessons (though I was about five at the time)
- Not calling or visiting my grandmother Susan more often (she passed away last year)
- Not trying harder at university (I know full well I was capable of a better grade than the one I got)
Its not a very long list, but I really can’t think of much. Too much of my life is a learning curve and things that I might regret I choose not to because I’ve learned from them.
Sorry there isn’t anything juicier. Promise… if I think of more, I’ll add them in.
My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.
I’ve called it a guilty pleasure in the past, but the more I go back through some of my old writings (since reading the Fifty Shades triology I haven’t been able to stop myself), the more I realise that I wrote a hell of a lot of erotica a few years back.
Yes, most of it was yaoi, so doesn’t really count (yaoi can’t be considered anything other than smut, the way I was writing it back then), but there was a phase at about the same time in which I wrote lots of M/M, F/F and M/F erotic shorts. I’ve been pulling them out so I can go through them one by one and all the while, a little corner of my mind keeps asking me; ‘why don’t you do something with these?’
It is a very small corner. My first love is fantasy, but I can’t seem to turn away from the part of me that enjoys erotica and kink and scribbling all those things down on paper. Especially after my raging post a couple of weeks ago. And, of course, I’m still taking part in Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), where most of my offerings are from erotic novellas and shorts. Similarly most of the other writers taking part in SSS seem to be erotic novelists.
I wouldn’t, for a second, dare to call myself an erotic novelist but there is certainly a part of me that regularly tears free of its cage and writes a bunch of naughty, saucy things. And, as I now remind myself, it IS in my tagline: ‘Ileandra Young, gleefully penning smut, vamp-fiction, fantasy and comedy since 1997.’
I think, as part of my ‘on going project’ I’m going to start gathering these stories together. Maybe there really is something I can do with them after all.
Author: Graeme Reynolds
Title: High Moor
‘When John Simpson hears of a bizarre animal attack in his old home town of High Moor, it stirs memories of a long forgotten horror. John knows the truth. A werewolf stalks the town once more, and on the night of the next full moon, the killing will begin again. He should know. He survived a werewolf attack in 1986, during the worst year of his life.’
It has been far, far, FAR too long since I last read a decent werewolf book. None of these pretty, soft, furry, piss-weak werewolves having little spats with glittery vampires. Oh hell no! These things are massive, powerfully built hairy beasts that can tear your head off with a single swipe. They are foul tempered monsters who don’t discriminate between children and adults; anyone and everyone is prey.
At first I wasn’t sure where the book was going to go. I was caught off guard by the shift in time and it took me a page or two to get to grips with all the characters. I don’t know if it was just a bad day, but there seemed to be a lot of them. Then the action began and I’ll tell you what; it belted along at such a fast clip that I’m glad the chapters were broken down into chunks of time.
Graeme has a fabulous writing style and a skill at descriptive gore that makes my toes curl in appreciation. I want to write like this guy. His characters are engaging, his dialogue rings in my reading ears and his rich descriptions of the town, the changes and the people make for a beautiful reading experience.
After a tweet from a friend of mine I picked this up for £1.99 (it would have been free, but I forgot my Amazon password and by the time I remembered the price had skipped back up) and don’t begrudge it at all. Hell, now that I’ve read it, I’d be happy to buy the physical copy just to own it and would if not for the lack of space in my house to store any more books.
He did me a favour in bringing my attention to this book so I’ll now do the same for you. Read. This. Book. You like werewolves? You like gore? You like fast paced plot and unforgettable characters? Its all right here and waiting to be enjoyed.
Do it…! Do it now!