Lindsey R. Loucks

Untangle Your Heart

Category: Real life

It’s Spring Break! *flings off bikini, then puts it back on again because NO*

Spring Break is heeeeere!

Spring Break is heeeeere!

My poor, poor neglected blog. I still think about you sometimes, and that’s usually as far as I get. I’ve been so wrapped up in life and my characters’ lives that I’m not 100% sure where the past few months have gone.

 

It all started with National Novel Writing Month in November. Oh my God, that month was killer. I’ve never done NaNoWriMo before, and I’m pretty sure I left my brain somewhere between weeks three and four. But I wrote over 50,000 words. Boom! Some of them are really ugly words, more like a string of nonsense that may have more to do with my waning supply of Pop Tarts than the actual story. But still! Words!

 

I did learn a few things about myself as a writer through NaNoWriMo though–I can breeze through dialog with hardly a clickety-clack pause. Give me two or three characters with tons to talk about, and I’m set. But for a pantster, someone who writes with only a vague idea of where they’re going, NaNoWriMo will tear your arms off and beat you with them. I did have an outline, but the further I got into the story, the more bare-bones it got. There are many instances where I wrote *something happens here but I don’t know what*. I think I’m going to leave that in and let the reader fill in their own blanks. Just kidding!

 

Anyway, this book is called Sail, and it’s a New Adult sexy ghost story in space. I’m thinking it will be ready for consumption by Fall 2014.

 

What else? Oh, yeah! I expect to have edits back on The Grave Winner book 2 sometime this week. I’m excited to jump back into Leigh’s head.

 

One more thing! See the sidebar on the right where it says Subscribe to Lindsey’s Insider Newsletter? It will be a happy day if you sign up because you’ll get cover reveals (the one for Sail is going to be AH-mazing!) before anyone else, never before seen excerpts, and contests just for newsletter subscribers. It’s different from my blog in that I will actually do something with it! ­čśë

 

Now, excuse me while I continue licking dishes clean. Hey, it’s Spring Break–I can do whatever!

My Knickers Aren’t in a Twist Over Word Count – Are Yours?

From openclipart.org

 

So NaNoWriMo is over, and while I didn’t participate, I did try to write a little every day on A Boy and Her Scratch. I didn’t succeed, and┬áI didn’t even come close to 50,000 words. But I’m okay with that.

 

The story and characters have solidified in the 10,338 words I’ve written on it, which is always a plus. I keep fighting the urge to go back and “fix” things because the first draft is supposed to look like word vomit, and it does, so yay! I’ve decided to keep writing this story until December 31st, and then at midnight, instead of turning into a pumpkin, I’ll start writing like a mad woman on What Gifts She Carried.

 

From January onward, I won’t be staying the night┬áat work (something I did do in November), I won’t have as many loooong work days, and I won’t be going out of town. It gets┬átoo cold in Kansas to do anything but stay home in my pajamas and write anyway!

 

My point to all this rambling is that I’m trying this new thing where I don’t stress about writing. I let it happen, word by word. It’s slow going, but I’ll get there.

 

Does word count stress you out? Does getting the book finished twist your knickers?

T Minus Three Weeks

Uh-oh! I didn’t do a blog post last week! That’s the first time in a while I’ve missed rambling about stuff and things. I blame my crappy internet connection and my serious lack of motivation.

Speaking of a serious lack of motivation, let’s talk May. This is the time of year when school children sit with hands folded on their desks, absorbing everything their smiling teacher wishes for them to learn. Right? Wait, what? You mean it’s not? It’s that time of year when school children are climbing the walls and the teachers stalk around with deep scowls etched into their faces?! Oh, yeah… it’s THAT time of year! What was I thinking?

So yep, that’s happening, except I don’t have a deep scowl on my face. I smell summer, and it’s making me drool. I can not WAIT to write the days away. I’ve been all itchy and giggly. HA! I’m just like the kids!

Perhaps I will turn into this in┬áa few days when library books are due back, and┬ásome people who don’t think the rules apply to them will turn their books in the very last day of school:

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´╗┐´╗┐But I’ll get over it, yo. A summer full of writing will soon be here!

How about you? What are your plans for the summer?

P.S. For some strange reason, I’ve been saying ‘yo’ a lot in my head lately. I blame it on Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad. Or maybe it’s because of a lack of sugar and my brain is malfunctioning.┬áCurse you, diet!´╗┐´╗┐´╗┐

Umm… Yeah

Hey. Today I look like this:

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Only less blond. I will continue to look like this all week until Spring Break begins. I’m just checking in so you all know I’m alive. Mostly.´╗┐

Why I Write, Part II: Real Life Sucks

There are times in life when I’m reminded why I like to live inside the world I create on paper. Last week was one of those times. A young woman died of cancer, and while I didn’t know this woman, I know her family. The entire community felt the crush of this family’s grief. All we could do was weep with them and wonder hopelessly how┬áwe could help┬áease their pain.

This is why I need to escape from reality and┬ábe in control of something.┬áIn real life, I’m not in control. Not really, anyway. Too many things can happen. Death can happen.

While writing The Grave Winner, I tried to imagine what it would be like to lose my mom since my main character had just lost hers. I didn’t want to face that kind of reality,┬áand after awhile I didn’t have to since my MC took over for me. But at the beginning when I was trying to find┬ámy MC’s voice,┬áI wrote what┬áI imagined it would feel like. And it broke my heart.

I kept repeating, “This isn’t real. This isn’t real” with tears streaming down my cheeks.┬áThank goodness it wasn’t real. But I was in control of my fictional world. The MC’s mom’s death happened because I willed it to happen.

Real life doesn’t work like that, which is why real life sucks. And so does cancer.

P.S. Sorry for the downer post. Next week, I’ll puke up rainbows like this guy:

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The Hunger Games, ZZ Top, and the Prize Patrol

My brain is incapable of coming up with anything to chype about. Except The Hunger Games. I could chype all day about that. But I won’t because I’m hungry. Here’s the teaser trailer:

Watch it. Memorize it. Listen to Rue’s whistle at the very end. I. Can. Not. Wait. For. This. Movie.
In other news, I’m suddenly a rockin’ kind of girl who likes to rock out at rock concerts. The weekend after I see the Foo Fighters, ZZTop and Lynyrd Skynyrd are coming to town. The BF and I bought tickets. I’m already planning my outfits because I’m┬áa girly-girl.
What else is happening? Well, when I was little I wanted to work for Publisher’s Clearing House Prize Patrol. You know, those people who knock on doors with balloons and confetti and say “You’ve just won a million dollars!” My job as a librarian is pretty much the same kind of thing. I hand out prizes, candy, free-trip-to-the-state-fair information┬áall day long. I’m the school’s prize patrol. No wonder I’m so tired.´╗┐

Borrowing From Real Life

A drama-free life is a happy life, so that’s what I strive for. I leave the jaw-dropping plots to my characters. But I do occasionally throw in some tiny details from my life into my stories. For example, spiders. I hate them. They skitter sideways┬áon creepy, hairy legs┬áand are too unpredictable. I will screech and run away whenever I see one. Yet they’re in my current story. Lots of them. Why? Because I’m trying to face my fears. And because two dead spiders, a mama and a baby, are stuck to my garage wall, and have been since I moved in since┬áI refuse to do anything about them. Moms and babies play a large part in my story, so I thought, “Why not spiders?” While writing the spidery scenes, I freaked myself out. So much for facing my fears.

Another thing I threw into the story from real life were lyrics to an awesome┬ásong I like to play on the game Rock Band. It’s The Fratellis’s “Creepin’ Up the Backstairs.”┬áHere’s the song:

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One line from the lyrics is “Take your brother’s car keys.” That’s why Jo is always taking her brother’s car keys. It fits her personality too.

So how about you? Do you search for drama in real life or strive for drama-free living? What are some things you take from real life to put in your stories?

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