I want to congratulate my friend, Nadine Rose Larter, on the official release of her first novel, Coffee at Little Angels, today. And while I’m at it, here is the post on how to buy her ebook…
Having read the first sample chapter, I can honestly say it is worth every penny.
Okay, granted, I haven’t bought it yet, but after I get paid tomorrow, I will definitely be purchasing my own copy.
Being a wannabe writer myself, it is really and truly an inspiration to see this happen, especially when it is a friend. It goes to show that if you have an idea, just go with it. There may be naysayers, but there always are; most likely they just wish they had the guts to do it themselves.
I wish Nadine all the best and I can confidently say that I am sure it’ll be a great success!
It was in the early hours of that Saturday morning,
That our paths crossed for the very first time,
In fact we only left just before the sun was dawning,
We talked so much it should be a crime,
Eventually everyone left us behind,
But the truth is we really didn’t mind.
We had a few dates and things went pretty well,
So we made it official and together we’d raise hell.
My love, that was one hundred days ago,
I really hope there are many thousands still to go.
I just wanna let you know that you are simply amazing
And that I love you so much that it’s almost frustrating.
The Zombie Girlfriend was definitely not like other zombies that were following her, she had discovered that her abilities seemed to be maturing more each day. When she had first awoken, she had struggled for even a bit of control of her mind. Soon she had gained a bit more control. Then she had started building a army of followers without knowing how or why.
In the weeks that had since passed, she no longer had to fight for control with her zombie self, but the need to human flesh still remained and in all honesty that didn’t bother her anymore though. Something that was starting to interest her however was the fact that her mind seemed to be becoming more powerful than it had been when she was a mere human. Just the other day she had been angry at a zombie in her army that was eating a human she had wished to join her army and had thought about pulling him away. As she thought this, the zombie flew backwards as if someone had thrown it. This morning though she had realised that even if she hadn’t been aware of it, she had subconsciously been drawing the zombie army to herself. This realisation came to her when she saw a group of zombies on the horizon, at least a few kilometres away, and thought that they would make a good addition to her army. About ten minutes later, she saw that they had made their way towards her and were now with the other zombies, awaiting her instructions.
Over the next few days she started to experiment a bit when she had a chance and while she could not gain any control of human minds, she had other abilities that she could use on them such as telepathy and pyrokinesis. Her pyrokinesis was nowhere near being fully developed and at the moment was about as useful as throwing matches, but she would carry on trying. Her telekinesis however was something that she could be proud of. The zombie had been a mere accident. She discovered that when she needed to concentrate on doing it, it was a bit more difficult. She started off by moving small objects around and eventually this morning, after a few days of practice, she had successfully moved an entire car. Many zombies had given their lives in this exercise, but she considered it a acceptable sacrifice given what she had learned.
She stood up and exited the cabin she had been searching. She knew her once-boyfriend had been here. She could sense it, as if there were a lingering ghost of him in the house. She assumed this was yet another of her mental abilities surfacing. She looked around once more and then exited the cabin. She stood on the porch for a while and took in the sight before her. Her zombie army was a force that now numbered in the hundreds and as she looked over the woods in front of her, there was not an patch unoccupied by zombies for as far as she could see.
She thought about the army moving out again and moving onward, and they slowly started moving, creeping along through the bush and trees. She smirked at the thought of the hell she would bring down on her bastard boyfriend and whoever was unfortunate enough to be nearby him.
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Bob stood and watched as the vehicle approached the compound. At first he thought it was Howie, D-Boy and the others but then as the vehicle came nearer, he did not recognise it. He called to some of the others nearby to fetch some weapons and soon there were five men and two women next to him armed to the teeth.
He unholstered his own Desert Eagle and took aim in front of the vehicle and took a shot. The bullet hit about 20 metres and a bit to the left of the vehicle and it had the desired effect. The vehicle came to a stop about 200 metres away from the entrance.
“What do you want here strangers?” Bob shouted out.
A voice he recognised shouted back, “Bob, it’s me Lisa, I need to speak to you urgently!”
He gestured for them to come in and opened the gate to the compound. Charlie drove the vehicle in and parked at the spot that Lisa told him to.
“What’s up Lisa? Where are the others?” Bob asked as she climbed out of the front of the Willy’s.
“I really don’t know, Bob it happened so fast. One minute Howie was packing some boxes into the panel-van, and the next he was screaming as two zombie-wolves started eating him alive. He didn’t have a chance. Myself and D-Boy were the other side of the grove, but we saw and heard it all. It was horrible.
“I don’t remember much after that, but the last thing I saw was D-Boy running to help the others. When I looked again, they were gone. The panel-van was useless because there were so many zombies around it, so I started running. I just ran, trying to get away from the zombies. There were so many. I don’t even now what happened to D-Boy and the rest of us. Eventually I came across Charlie and they managed to save my life. We drove straight here before it got too dark.”
“Shit Lisa, do you even know if D-Boy or anyone else is alive?”
“I honestly don’t know Bob. I doubt they made it though, the woods were teeming with zombies when we drove out of there.”
Charlie looked across at his sister and Alex. He was sure that he had remembered Lisa saying that they were all dead. Karen was looking just as confused as he was, but neither of them said anything.
“I assume that you’re Charlie? My name is Bob.” For a moment Bob almost used his real name, Chris, but managed to catch himself. His past was one that he wished to forget. No matter what he did or tried, at the end of the day he couldn’t erase his memories and that was the problem.
He carried on, “I owe you and your friends a big thank you, even though unfortunately the other four members of our small community are possibly still out there. For now, please feel free to make yourself at home for the night. We are busy preparing our evening meal in the mess hall over there. Get yourselves cleaned up and if you wish come join us for a good meal, otherwise you are welcome to stay in the barracks over there.”
With that he called for the senior members of the community to discuss what was to happen with the missing group.
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I swear… a lot! Too fucking much actually. This is in all aspects of my of my life, from conversation to writing, so my feelings about the word in general are exactly how I feel about it in writing.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I am completely okay with swearing. In fact I completely endorse swearing. Sometimes saying “fuck” is better than me beating the shit out of something – human or not. I’m not a violent person, in fact I am a complete pacifist. The reason for this is my screwed up mind. Everything is going on in my head. I am imagining that I am beating you to a fucking pulp with a wooden club or blasting you away with a shotgun, while merely letting loose a mere “fuck” or “asshole” in real life. Hence my endorsement mentioned above. I used to, or still have, a t-shirt that was black with one image on it – an outline of a hand in white, pulling the middle finger. I’d walk around all day and if someone pissed me off or needed a good “fuck you”, I merely pointed. Very useful… until it stretched from wearing it too much. I don’t swear at inappropriate moments though and I can easily bury it in these situations. There are some places, however, or situations where I am used to swearing – my swearing comfort zones. Introduce a foreign element into these zones and I just can’t get it right though, I will still swear, but then feel kinda bad for doing it.
Shit that is censored just pisses me off, in fact I spoke about this last year in a blog post on the topic of censorship. The world needs to grow a pair and stop worrying about stupid shit like swearing and sex and shit that doesn’t fucking matter and focus on the serious problems. I realise that I am kind of ranting and going crazy here, but this is a topic that really gets me going. We need to prioritise shit in our short life on this rock floating in space, otherwise it just becomes our children’s problem and then their children’s problem and on and on and on. Starvation, War, Murder, Rape and much more vs Swearing. I realise that I will probably have a exodus of Facebook friends, but I really don’t give a shit. This is how I feel, so just deal with it.
I will write what the fuck I want. I will say what the fuck I want. I will live my life that way that I fucking feel like. All within reason obviously 😉
Sex in writing… makes me think of Sheldon in “The Big Bang Theory” when he re-discovers his text adventure games. He said something along the lines of “it uses the most powerful graphics chip ever made: the human imagination.”
That’s how I feel whenever I read a sex scene in writing. Actually it’s like that with all writing, but it’s somehow different with sex scenes. Writing them is also somehow different from writing other R18 scenes, be they murder scenes or scenes with foul language.
Sex isn’t something we should be ashamed of. It’s one of our core functions as human beings. Keep that population up. But it’s more than that. Most swear words out there are based in or around it, Fuck, Dick, Cunt, Motherfucker, Asshole (for some anyway)… you get the idea.
Yet despite this, most people get nervous when speaking about it. Some books that I have read use descriptions of genitalia that actually just show how uncomfortable the writer was with the scene, and this makes the whole thing seem awkward somehow.
Admittedly talking about it makes me blush a bit at times, but I haven’t really ever struggled with talking about it. Sometimes I take things a bit too far… but rather that than feel that it is something to be ashamed of. Please don’t mistake this for being rude or crass about it. I just feel comfortable (mostly) talking about it.
I’ve practiced writing a few sex scenes, during my morning pages, for the 12 weeks of “The Artist’s Way“. Some of them were just downright dirty, dirty enough to go into Playboy or Hustler actually, and others were actually pretty decent. I had a few in my NaNoWriMo novel last year as well. Nothing more than a few pages, but it was a lot of building up to the act.
One thing that I feel pretty strong about is that sex, even more so when writing about it is that it is more than just the act itself. It’s the building up of the tension between the two lovers, the little moments that make you wanna scream out “Fuck me now!”, the teasing, the… you get the point. If all you’re gonna do is describe the actual scene, you’ve got it all wrong and shouldn’t even bother. You have to get inside their heads. The reader needs to be the character and feel what they are feeling for it to be an effective scene.
I can’t recall which book it was, but about a hundred pages in, the author had written three sex scenes that just described the room and talked about penetrating rods and such nonsense, without actually making it seem erotic at all. It’s like the partner that just lies there, it just doesn’t work.
In my epic novel series, mentioned in the previous Katalina Challenge, I intend to have some pretty mindblowing sex scenes; to go along with the massacres of humans, zombies, aliens, cyborgs and many other strange and wonderful scenes. Until then, practice makes perfect 🙂
If you aren’t sure how to proceed with a sex scene, Google it, Google is your friend. There are plenty of guides out there.
- The Katalina Blog Challenge #6: My Writing Self (myconflictedself.wordpress.com)
- Michael Fassbender Talks “Awkward” Sex Scenes and Not Wanting to Get a “Free Feel” (popsugar.com)
- Script Tease (musingbymoonlight.com)
- I shoot a sex scene, and a hetero man invades my queer life. (bisexperiment.wordpress.com)
Why is writing an important part of my life? Why do I do it? Simply, it is an important part of who I am. In the Katalina Blog Challenge #4, I shared how I got into writing, so I’ll skip over all that.
I like to think that I lead quite a busy life. But despite all the distractions and possible excuses I could make not to write, I could not imagine not writing. Whether it be sneaking in a few minutes here and there at work while I’m waiting for something to finish running, or when I sit in my car at lunchtime or even sitting in bed at night. I *WILL* always find a few minutes everyday to write.
It keeps me almost sane. If I could not write, I don’t think I could make it through every day. Whether it be writing about zombies killing people when I’m in a bad mood or writing poetry to clear my head, if I didn’t write I think I would have probably turned out to be a sociopath or a proper crazy person. Like crazy crazy. I like to think of myself as a little crazy, but not madhouse crazy. I think that little bit of craziness helps with my writing.
Of all the things I do write, I only ever share about a tenth of it at most. I have severe doubt in my abilities. No-one has actually ever told me I was crap, but that is not the issue. Some of the stuff I write is just way to personal to share. Some of it is just me writing random thoughts. Mostly though, I just feel that some of it isn’t good enough. I’m working on it, but at least some stuff I am willing to share, so be happy with that 🙂
I write because I hope that one day, sometime in the future, this series of novels I have floating around in my head will become a reality. I started writing one part of it during NaNoWriMo last year and I realised that I wasn’t really ready for it just yet. I also don’t think I should do it during NaNoWriMo though, it just wouldn’t be doing it justice to rush through it. I will do it one day, but when is a completely different issue.
Basically, I just love writing…
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- The Katalina Blog Challenge #4: Why I Write (myconflictedself.wordpress.com)
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- Things I’ve Learned During NaNoWriMo (bovanity.wordpress.com)