A Bit of Nature

Another day without a laptop or a computer… can you tell?

Today, LilDude and I went hiking again. Our goal was to reduce his fear of “bugs” since the last time we hiked, he was running away from any “bug” that happened to cross his path be it a dragonfly or a butterfly. So I told him we needed to work on that so he’ll get used to “bugs” because it’s not like they’re going to hurt him or anything.

It was a nice walk and he was actually looking forward to it!

On the writing front, I haven’t written much but I have been “writing” inside my head. After all, not all writing as a writer has to be “butt in chair, fingers on keyboard.” Sometimes all the action is inside my head as my characters slowly reveal what they’re made of after I’ve put them through their paces. I also do a lot of handwriting on my Rocketbook –notes here and there about this or that.

I guess to a casual bystander, it looks like a lot of “doing nothing,” but the moment I do get to put my “butt in chair, fingers on keyboard,” then off I go like a sprinter at the crack of that starting gun. Goodbye laundry!

It’s Monday or Day 5 Without a Laptop…

Day 5 (or is it 6 because it feels like 6 or 60) without my laptop and I’m feeling the withdrawal symptoms already. Even though I can still type as fast on my wireless keyboard and write on my iPad since thank goodness, I have my trusty writing apps that work on both the Macbook and all my iOS devices, it’s just not the same having a laptop to work with.

So I’ve been doing the laundry, cleaning the house, and wondering how on earth I get to tidy up our tiny house yet fit everything in it. I should be writing–and I have but it’s just not the same on my trusty ol’ Macbook!

But I’m not giving up just yet.

It’s only Monday.

Saturday Distractions

Day three of no laptop/computer and so far, I’m still… sane. Well, maybe I was a bit cranky last night but it helps to have an iPad and a few wireless keyboards to make sure you still hit that word count each day.

Right now, I should be writing but it’s a steamy sex scene and being constantly surrounded by family members as I try to write on my iPad in the kitchen is not as easy as I thought it would be. And with LilDude constantly coming over to “check the time” right when I’m writing those four-letter words becomes, shall we say, awkward.

And so I’m distracting myself with Instagram. Probably a bit too much because now I’ve probably spent two hours looking at all the pictures and videos of the current muse/inspiration who I had hoped to limit to stock photos like I always do, that way, he remains something I’d create in my head.

Only he’s such a charismatic performer to boot (not just a model but an actor and singer, too) and so he’s quite active on Instagram and today, he popped up in a private message responding to a comment I made on his IG story after he emerged from one of his boxing workouts with a cut under his eye and I had responded with a “hope your eye is okay.” I actually don’t expect responses when I do that because I kinda don’t respond to all my IG story comments myself (sorry).

That was probably a week ago and I had completely forgotten all about it but when he messaged me back, I was working on that steamy scene and I just had to drop everything. And since he can only speak Russian and Spanish, I ended up with a crash course in Spanish which was good because I’ve only been half-heartedly studying it for decades since when my grandparents spoke it whenever they’d get really exasperated with us and I always wanted to know what they were saying. Unfortunately, when you don’t practice something regularly, you forget and today, my Spanish got a workout.

Poco a poco, he said and damn, is he right. When I got confused between “soy” and “estoy” as a variation of “I am,” he said I was correct the first time. He said he liked the way I used his images for my naughty pen name’s IG (unfortunately, this is not related to my Liz Durano IG). It helps that he’s also so gorgeous and sexy and… well, come to think of it, I need to get back to writing that sexy scene again. Sarah and Benny are waiting!

Musings Over Coffee: When You’re Without Your Computer But You Need to Put Down the Words…

So my 2011 MacBook Pro fizzled the other night and it’s at the computer repair shop where they tell me it will probably be about five to seven days BEFORE they can even look at it since they’re backlogged. I could have taken it somewhere else but these same guys upgraded the hard drive to an SSD two years ago and made it work like new.

Of course, the body of my poor MBP isn’t the greatest anymore; the keyboard no longer works and the battery was starting to bulge which rendered the trackpad useless which means I’ll probably end up needing a new Mac. I do have an HP laptop but since all my writing/publishing apps are iOS based, I’m not bothering to use that one.

Yesterday, I typed 4K words on my Freewrite typewriter in a re-edit of The Replacement Fiancée and today, I’m working on my current WIP again, The Other Side of Love online using Plot Factory.

Plot Factory is an online story planner that can help you get your story from idea to completed story. You can even listen to a narration of your story if you’d like which is a great way to self-edit your story as you go.

They have a free plan but I’m using the Novelist plan ($10/month or $100 a year) to make use of all the features.

And with me being without my MacBook where I write, outline, and format all my books, Plot Factory is just what I need. I was already using it before my MacBook died as you can see from the dashboard below but even better, the app works perfectly on my iPad as well and that’s where I’m continuing Sarah and Benny’s story.

So if you’re looking for a tool to help you get your writing organized, check out Plot Factory. I’m not getting paid to say this, by the way. I just think it’s an awesome tool for writers and it’s one that’s saving my butt right now and helping me meet my deadline.

Hope you guys have a wonderful weekend!

Summer Days

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While on a hike today, I was today-years-old when I found out that poison ivy does not grow in the West Coast but poison oak does. I also learned that I shouldn’t tell LilDude his box set order of The Diary of a Wimpy Kid arrived at the post office today and should be on its way to the house very soon before the hike because it was all he wanted to talk about during the hike.

Still, it was a beautiful day spent outdoors today and we plan on returning another time this week because while we’ve always hiked at the Nature Center, we’ve never checked out the rest of the park which has three other lakes, two of them you can apparently fish in (not that we fish or anything) and has pedal boats! I also need to get the LilDude to learn how to ride a bike so I’m hoping I can teach him at the park versus at home where there’s only sidewalks and streets although we do have a short driveway. But that’s the thing: it’s short.

On the writing front, I’m 20,000 words into my Sarah and Benny story. I don’t know how many total words it’s going to be, something that in the past year I thought I needed to know if I wanted to efficient with my time and craft as a writer. Only it’s not the way I work and so I’ll take 20k words any day and keep going. Besides, Sarah and Benny are a great couple. They’re hot, too. Like, really hot.

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Musings Over Coffee: Write From the Heart

Cleaning my phone photo album because I’m hitting 2TB on my cloud storage and found my first ever self-made trailer for Everything She Ever Wanted from October 2016. Brought tears to my eyes because I never really wrote it as a category romance story but one woman’s journey from darkness to light, from losing herself and finding herself again. It’s women’s fiction at its heart and the two-minute-long trailer pretty much says it all.

These days, if I make a trailer, it’s straight to the point and as succinct as I can get it in 30 seconds or less, the details sacrificed for SEO discoverability and limited attention spans on social media. It’s a gift to find treasures like these because they remind me that once upon a time I wrote for the pure joy of writing, needing to tell the stories I had to tell from my heart.

This is also why I no longer have a publishing schedule like I had last year and at the beginning of this year because there was no more joy, just hustle and hustle and hustle harder because if you slow down, readers forget you. Only in doing so I forgot myself and felt so empty and hollowed out like Bilbo Baggins says in Fellowship of the Ring, “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”

But I digress.

I need to go back and clean up my phone storage.

Book Review: The Waiting Room by Alysha Kaye

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“We’d always promised that when our wrinkles sagged across the surface of every one of our limbs, we’d find a way to say sayonara to the world together. (But) I was too early. I left her—her worst fear.” – The Waiting Room by Alysha Kaye

This was an interesting love story, one that grabbed me from the moment I read the description. It’s about fate, love, reincarnation, and the choices we make with each life and even the ones that come after and in-between. It’s metaphysical and philosophical, definitely not your typical love story or romance which means it’s also miscategorized in the Amazon store, which is unfortunate because that means it’s invisible, algorithm-wise.

Yes, they have their happily ever after but not before Jude ends up dying first and finds himself in what he can only call “the waiting room,” a place in between lives where people have minutes or a few hours before some mysterious receptionist calls out their names and they walk through the doors and into their next lives. Only Jude is never called. Instead, he looks out the windows to watch Nina grieve and ultimately live her life without him. Is it because he’s waiting until she joins him? What then? Is it a predetermined existence for their next life together? Will they find each other again and again and again? What if they don’t?

Alysha gifted me the paperback through her blog and I ended up reading this story in Kindle Unlimited on my Kindle Fire late into the night.

You can read The Waiting Room by Alysha Kaye here.

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