Lately, I’ve been reading Desires, hoping to re-immerse myself in the feel of the line.
I feel like a slug. Two days now without any pages added to my WIP, and I’ve committed myself to posting my weekly productivity report (wouldn’t ya know it?). I joined in on an eHarlequin Desire chat yesterday, hoping to learn something and was disappointed that they seemed more interested in just chatting than talking about their books and writing. Maybe it was I who missed the whole point?
I went back to reading. Three Desires later, I’d refreshed my memory of the tone I need to set. It’s all about what’s going on inside the characters, their feelings and emotional growth. Desire heroes and heroines have baggage to overcome, and secrets to reveal. They’re full of emotion and angst with heavy sensuality and sexual tension throughout. It’s not so much outside forces that are keeping them apart (although they use them as excuses at times) but more their own insecurities and emotional hangups.
I can do that. I can. I’ve written short, angsty and sensual. I can complete character arcs and find a HEA within 55,000 words.
Now if I can just keep the doubt demons at bay. I think my personal demon must be named Damian. He’s a scary bastard, and sometimes brings his friends along to play with my head.
If he isn’t careful, I’ll sic my new hero, Mason, on him. Think TDH–the Highlander type. Uh-huh. That’s right. Alpha-sexy. His love interest is Leilani, a half-Hawaiian/half-Mexican beauty with a mind and will of her own.
While Mason’s holding Damian at bay, I think I’ll go write.