Release the Piranhas! -or- Time to Start the Promoting

This is a piranha. Check your coffee cup.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have blurbed.

*takes a grand bow*

*ignores the eye roll of her dog*

The blurb for Writhe (145 words of pure marketing genius *holds a straight face for exactly 1.3 seconds*) has officially been turned into Ravenous Romance!  All that’s left to do now is wait for the edits.

Speaking of edits, I have received the second round of edits for “Ravenscar” (my short story being published in June by Dreamspinner Press). I have until Friday to get those back to the publisher’s. I’m aiming to get that done tomorrow morning (on a nice empty stomach so any nervous puking will be easy cleanup, *ignores another dog eye roll*).

Once I get this blog posted, I’m off to my honey pots! (See Monday evening’s blog “Being Pooh” to assure yourself that I haven’t completely lost it… yet.) I haven’t decided yet what I’m going to dive into next. My short story “Sicily” makes the most sense. But there’s this Romanian storyline I’ve had my eye on for a week or so that I may play around with tonight. If it goes beyond an inquisitive look-see I’ll let you guys know.

Tomorrow, I will most likely begin the official promoting frenzy of Writhe. For any first timers out there, think of a swarm of voracious blogging piranhas, add a little Prozac and you’ll get an idea of what to expect. (SIDE NOTE: “Turn Tail and Flee” rules apply here only if Writhe has been pre-ordered *tries desperately not to laugh at such an option ever being available for a Chloe Stowe novel*; otherwise, you’re stuck… or so says the hungry though toothless little piranha swimming around in your coffee cup sucking on a Prozac.)

Well, I think I’ve frightened you enough for today. I’m off to have a chat with my dog about the positive ways in which one should support one’s housemate’s endeavors. Hint: eye rolls ain’t it.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

A Piranha at My Toes

As evening drifts down from the Saturday skies, this blog lies in wait for me like a hungry pariah demanding writer toes for its dinner…

Yes, well, you can see what kind of blog this is going to be. Lol

I’ve done moderate work today on my novel for Ravenous Romance due on March 15. I’ve finally connected my big opening scene with the all-important second scene in a manner which does not make me cringe and threaten to send my computer through the window. Big step, that is.

I’m sure you writers out there know the feeling. You’ve got two conversations/action sequences/etc. that you are really, really thrilled with, but finding a way to put them together without defiling the integrity of either scene can be a real pain in the arse (Oops. British grand dame currently taking up too much space in my head snuck out of the attic, there. Apologies.)

Anyway, the pain in the ASS connector is now done and I can move on with a smile on my face and a spring to my step.

I’ll more than likely dabble with the “Sicily” short story tonight. Maybe toss around some dialogue and see how Damiano and Briggs take to it. I might even start on sketching out Damiano’s mother, a character who may or may not play a significant role in the story. I’ll see how I like her. If I do like working with her I may tinker with the storyline a bit…

I always feel like a movie director at this point in the process. Although, I guess I’m still at the casting stage with her. I’ll have my assistant look at a few headshots and weed out the keepers. (The fact that I, of course, have no assistant should concern no one at this point. Unlike the British grand dame in the attic, Maximillian, the assistant, does not actually exist… *grins*)

Now that I’ve frightened off a good number of you kind folk, I’ll take my craziness and get the heck out of Dodge for the night. I will, however, return. Just as Sheriff Matt Dillon always returned to his Miss Kitty in “Gunsmoke,” Chloe Stowe will ride right back into your lives tomorrow... but hopefully I won’t be wearing a big arse cowboy hat.

Until then…

Chloe