The Extraordinary Files

My little black book is full of dead people.

Long dead, in most cases.

Instead of listing possible hook-ups, sure-thing dates and ‘always there for you’ pals, my go-to book records names of past people whose unique, extraordinary lives beg to be put to story. It is a wish list, if you like, of my novels-to-be.

Silly and a wee-bit pathetic? Absolutely.

But I like to think of it as a wee-bit extraordinary as well.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Feed the Addiction

I peeked into my little black book last night. (Mind out of the sheets, please.)

Oh, I’m sure most writers have one. Instead of lost loves, squeezes and booty-calls, however, a fiction author’s little book is filled with story ideas, abandoned plot tangents and novel notions of varied ilk.

It is a dangerous book.

Plot bunnies are hungry little beasts. They’ll eat you out of time and suck you dry of creative juice. And that is precisely why I keep my little black book tucked well out of sight and more importantly out of reach.

But last night, with The Hushing Days now, finally, rushing to conclusion, I allowed myself the guilty pleasure of peeking.

Oh, it was a devilishly delicious buzz!

Remember to reward yourselves, authors. Give in to temptation from time to time. Feed the writing addiction to keep it alive.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe