Book Notes 11/17/14

I'd like to introduce you briefly to my main character. There is not a lot of sensual in it but it gives you a glimpse of the character who will be steaming up my posts soon. No, this bit is not edited I am in the Run-like-the-wind phase where I write like mad. 

For those who are concerned, yes I am on a hyphen kick, and yes I promise it won't last long. 

I hope you enjoy meeting Andrea and her bestie Brenda.

“Andy, don’t you know you aren’t actually supposed to read when you come to the library?” Brenda said with a flirting wink.

“You are kidding! I thought for sure with all of these books around reading was an excellent idea.” Brenda’s book signing has cheered her back up. It has been a wonderful thing to see her light up with flair and glow again after the mediocre review and her struggles with the new novel. Interacting with the reader’s who have come to get their copy signed has warmed her up and breathed life back into her beautiful body. She could just as well have been a model as a writer. The flirts and pick-up lines she is receiving are certainly bringing a bright pink color to her perfect cheek bones. I do not particularly care for the crowd but am here to support Brenda and the discomfort is well worth the benefit of seeing her happy again.

“No darling you are supposed to be looking for that other nerdy book reader that makes your little heart go pitter-patter a bit faster than normal” she said with mock sincerity.

“How could I possibly be looking at the men type with I have right next to me a stunning female specimen who also writes?”

“Andy I know very well you are not into women! I am flattered but really I am worried about you, you haven’t been on a single date that I know of since we’ve met.”

Her voice no longer was carried with teasing and biting words, but with worry and compassion. “Look Brenda, nothing to worry about. I am sure one of these decades Mr. Millionaire will waltz into my life carrying with him jewels, gold and an original print of several of my favorite authors books and it will be love at first sight” I laughed in a menacing voice.

“You are not that shallow, and only you would mention old books in the same sentence you mention romance” she rolled her eyes at the same time.

“What can I say Brenda I am hard to please.”

“You are not hard to please you are hiding behind your books and your job.”

“Who are you and what did you do with my fun drunken-sarcastic author friend?” I sighed.

“Sweetheart, I am worried about you. You are the best friend a gal can have and I am certain you are an amazing counselor. I have no doubt at all that you would make someone an amazing girlfriend. I don’t understand why you don’t open yourself up to meet someone.”

I really have no idea what has gotten into her. This of course is not the first time, or even the one hundredth time for that matter, that she has brought up my being single. Typically it is not with this much fire behind it. “I don’t know Brenda maybe I am just too picky about who I date” I said trying to get off the topic.

“You deserve to be picky, but you can’t be picky if you don’t even try to begin with.”

“I know Brenda. You have company coming.” With that the topic was at least on pause for the time being. She went to work discussing authors, books, genre’s, hair products and her own personal muses. I curled my feet underneath of me and went back to my book. I like to pick up a new genre every few days to keep things interesting. I read five to seven books at a time each with a different genre. Right now I am working my way through a book I had already read but wanted a refresher on. Not only that but I knew I could get through it in the 4 hours I would sit through Brenda’s book signing session. I love the conversation between her and her adoring fans. Even more so I enjoy looking up and seeing her so happy.

 

- Shy Willow

NaNoWriMo 2014

Breaking the 25,000 word count goal was very rewarding and encouraging at the same time. It is interesting to share bits of your story with another person. I find I often get these looks which question whether I am telling a story or actually sharing a real life bit of information from some new friend.  

My main characters have outlined their way towards the main excitement and also major controversy of the story. It is hard to sit down and not have hundreds of words pour out. Reading bits and pieces here and there I find that some authors enjoy this portion of the writing, while others thing it completely wrong to like. I can be certain that my editing process is going to be interesting as this is one of the roughest rough drafts I have created. In the end I am enjoying the process.

Here is another installation in the life of my characters. Please keep in mind that it is rough, unedited, and my personal work. I hope you enjoy this little piece, I will have another exert soon.

“Wait a minute!” she said very forcefully.

“Whats wrong?” I asked.

“Andy there is something you are hiding from me I could see it on your face just now. What is it, why aren’t you dating, tell me the truth!”

“Oh I don’t know perhaps my lunch is not agreeing with me.” I said meekly, yup I am done for.

“Andrea tell me.”

“Look Brenda it is not anything that really matters much. Everyone has past experiences that make them cautious to certain things right? I mean you had a very bad experience with loose leaf paper if I remember right, much larger mess than past novels.”

“Stop trying to avoid this you owe me an explanation. Don’t you trust me?”

“Thats not fair Brenda I trust you, its just one of those things that is hard to explain OK? It is a mixture of those whips and chains that you tease me about with some added drama and heart break.”

“Andy?” she said the closest to tears I have ever seen her except for when she got the review and she was in hot mad tears.

“Look, I had a boyfriend, a Dom that I was with for awhile before I moved here. We had been together for a long time. We had a great relationship for the most part. One day I got home and he was in a more aggressive mood than normal, which was something I had seen developing in him over several weeks. I thought it was my fault. Anyways, we did our normal routine but he was very agitated so I tried to comfort him. I only made him angrier. By the time he was done,” I paused to compose myself no other person had ever heard this about me. “I couldn’t see to drive myself to the hospital. He got up and I called for an ambulance. My face was swollen, I had a fractured arm, a few broken ribs and a destroyed sense of self. I moved out while he sat in jail. I then made plans to disappear and moved here to do so.” I continued to work while I spoke. I knew if I looked at her react I would just get upset. I however, had no idea that Kim had walked up behind us. So when she grabbed me from behind to hug me I gasped and cringed.

“It’s just me honey” she said softly.

 

-Shy Willow

"Sensual Differences"

The word sensual takes on different shapes based on the individual considering the word. For some sensuality is nothing more than another word for sexy. For other's sensuality is a connection with the senses which enhances and drives their very existence. There are others that enjoy a fun combination of the two definitions. Today as I was working on my plot I considered what avenue I was taking with the word sensual within my text. The fickle scribbles edition today is a result of that brain storming session. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Women like her are exactly what defines my manhood. It is the very essence which she sends off into the void between us which explains the fundamental differences we own. She sits in her hard wooden chair in a state of grace and elegance making my slumped and sloppy presentation so much more wanting. Her dainty hand which mindlessly caress her face as she reads demands my attention commanding my eyes to attention. Her eyes bounce from line to line across her text hypnotizing me and sending me into a deep trance. The way she bites her lip and mouths the words she reads builds charges in the air between us. Waves of brown hair cascade down her shoulders beckoning my fingers to touch their soft luxurious silky strands. Her soft feminine charm perfectly contrasts my hard manly exterior. I cannot help but to be attracted to her flawless sensuality. The rise and fall rhythm of her breathing seems to take my own breath completely from my chest. 

Suddenly I feel my face redden and my body tenses demanding I react. I feel the heat rapidly building in my body. How is it with a glance my way I suddenly feel like a molten volcano ready to explode. Our eyes meet, she has caught me examining her beauty. Am I breathing? In that very instant she reacts just exactly the way I'd assume a perfect sensual being would. A warm sweet smile is formed from her perfectly smooth lips, her dark eyelashes flutter, she bites her lip and mouths, "hello" then sinks back into her book with grace. Just when I thought she could not be any more beautiful a red tint warms her face. 

In that very moment my body responds and finds itself walking towards this electric charge...

 

- Shy Willow

Book Notes 10/25/14

Today's writing is an exert from the book I am currently working on. I hope you enjoy the character introductions. Please keep in mind I am sharing my work and ask that no portion be copied or reused without prior written permission. Sharing posts and post address via social media is welcome and appreciated.

          My office is bright and clean giving off the feel of a corporate meeting room. Seated in my leather desk chair I always take a few minutes to prepare myself for the upcoming appointments. This particular meeting requires my best work. I calm myself putting away any stress that my interfere my thoughts and muddy my emotions. I love my job. Studying people is something I grew practiced at early on in life and to be able to take something I enjoy and apply it in a career setting is very fulfilling.

     "Ma'am".

     "Yes Susan?"

     "Your 2 o'clock is here".

     "Early as expected. Thank you Susan, show him in precisely at 2 please."

     "Yes of course, is there anything else I can do for you Ma'am"?

     "No, Susan thank you."

          Susan is a tall beautiful woman. Her blonde hair is the stuff that day dreams and movies are made from. Tall and thin though not lacking for tone or shapeliness in anyway, she is certainly the most attractive assistant I have employed. Her flawless legs are strong but amazingly feminine. Always clean and tidy but never overly flaunted nor heavily perfumed she has the look of a woman on the top of a fortune 500 company.

          Ironically her inward self does not at all reflect the gorgeous body she could easily be proud of. Susan is well aware that she is permitted to call me by first name. She knows that I maintain a more comfortable setting for my employees, yet she still refers to me formally and with the utmost of respect. She often apologizes for things out of her control and well outside the parameters of her responsibility. I worry about Susan's submissive spirit especially in our line of work. Perhaps her submissiveness in the long run is exactly what the front desk needed. Either way her work ethic is flawless, her appearance is equally flawless and she is the hardest working assistant I have had the pleasure of working with. 

 

- Shy Willow