Jasper in January - Chapters 1 Roughed out (ish)

Houston in September

Jasper in January

Good morning, afternoon, evening fellow authors and readers.

Still editing Houston in September, my intent is to hire a developmental editor (I already have one in mind), because my writing is a hot mess in certain areas and needs all the help it can get. Plus there's areas of the story I felt were really weak, but what can I expect its my first book.

It's not like it's Tolstoy's War & Peace, or Homer's Odyssey. Or anything with any good sense or taste.

I also discovered, I kind of hate romance novels *laughs* but I promised myself I would write at least four of the twelve I have planned. This year.  An ambitious task, but a doable one I think. They may not all end up edited, or seeing the light of day, but by gum the stinking things are going to get written. And in the process I will learn to be a better writer.

I think most of the issue stems from how I write normally, and how I'm stifling the creative process because I don't want to be 'that' kind of writer. I probably need a pen name, but right now there is a serious battle between the good and evil writer going on in my head. 

Good writer "But I don't want to write filth, I want to write world altering stuff." 

Naughty writer "That scene you wrote and the trashed. Yeah. Un hunh, I don't believe you for one minute. You want to write smut, admit it and then we can move on."

Good writer "Okay, so maybe I want to write tasteful smut. I do have a reputation to uphold." 

Naughty writer "Reputation, smeputation, get to the boning." 

Good writer's eyes open widely, her mouth draws into a thin line. "There will be no boning." 

Now, I swear to God, and on my mother's grave, I don't have a split personality but there are definitely TWO writers that live in my head. Sometimes when I just go with the flow and write, I'll wake up and go..."Um I wrote that?" I don't even drink either!!! So I can't go "Oh well that was just the Merlot speaking." 

Anyhow this is kind of how the internal war goes. 

Meanwhile in a tiny village in Jasper, Alberta my main character has just woken from a bout of unconsciousness, why we're not certain, and she's dragged her bloodied body up from the river bank area and passed out on a sidewalk on Main Street. 

Best regards, 

S.