Portia's Passions
A Writer's Journey
Friday, January 21, 2011
Happy Birthday...to me.


I'd like to blame this lack of productivity on my muse quitting. I talk about my muse all the time, but my muse has a name, Laurent. He was the first person, outside of my family, who made me believe I could actually write a story that someone would lay down hard earned cash to read. He was who I bounced story ideas off, sent my first drafts to, and who I looked for unconditional support. And then one day he was gone. The little green light dot across the bottom of my screen just stopped coming on. In the blink of an eye, I was alone on this journey. Or at least that was how I felt. To say I panicked is putting it mildly. I just stopped writing. I didn't want it any more. No Muse...No voices.

That site is still sitting waiting for me to post my first review. I am amazed daily at the poor writing some authors are willing to throw into cyberspace. I've read groups of words I can't even call stories because they shared no common purpose. I've read stories with plots so predictable my 4 year old could tell you what was coming next. Plots so bizarre, I'm still trying to wrap my head around them. Subplots that lost themselves within a larger plot and never found their happy ending. Authors with egos so grossly out of proportion with their skill set, the only way to describe them is clinically deluded.

In the past 5 days, I've written 7823 words. If I wasn't trying to be more consistent with the running of my household I'm sure that number would be doubled. I go to sleep thinking about my characters and wake up with new ideas on how to tell their stories. I'm not agonizing on how to set up scenes. The words on the paper are matching the pictures in my head. Sure, I'm going to lose some of those brilliant words to the editing floor, but I know my WIP good. Mind you, my muse is still MIA, so I only have my humble opinion that my words are hot. I'm banking on the fact that delusions are not contagious, else I am in serious trouble.
Finally, I want to break from my usual post and thank a few people who have been in my corner every minute of the last year.
To all the published authors who have offered me both friendship and encouragement via FB, Twitter, Goodread here on my blog...thank you.
To the members of the Writer's Block who have chosen be join my merry band of wordsmith...you guys make me better, thank you.
Steve: Thank you for reading my stories even when I link up body parts you think are an abomination. I have 20 more weeks of unemployement so don't look for me to look for a job for 19 more weeks.
Frenchie: Thank you for reminding me I'm not too old to think dirty.
Wycliff: Thank you for giving me a behind the scene glimpse into the workings of a gentleman player.
Tommy: If you knew what your mama was writing you would have a fit, but thank you for asking for my word count at the end of everyday. And being proud of me even on days when I don't write a word.
Tatia: Thanks for always keeping a fine point pen hidden for me.
Gina, Judy and Raquel: Thanks for ALWAYS believing.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
My Muse
I've change my mind.
I need my Muse.
My words keep getting stuck
somewhere
between my head
and the paper.
The part of me that was had began to blossom,
has once again started to die due to neglect.
I try to remember the feelings,
but they too are fading.
I need him to come back
and
stoke my embers,
make me laugh,
ignite my imagination,
play me a song,
spank my ass,
stimulate my mind,
feed my fantasy,
remind me to feel.
I need my Muse.
My words keep getting stuck
somewhere
between my head
and the paper.
The part of me that was had began to blossom,
has once again started to die due to neglect.
I try to remember the feelings,
but they too are fading.
I need him to come back
and
stoke my embers,
make me laugh,
ignite my imagination,
play me a song,
spank my ass,
stimulate my mind,
feed my fantasy,
remind me to feel.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Historical Tour de Grande



What does this have to do with my WIP? Hopefully, a lot. First of all, Mrs. Research here, is going to see how many book, within the sub-genres I can find that have characters of color. Black would be nice, but I'm looking for Brown, Red and Yellow. I want to use this challenge to learn about people I never thought to know. Learn about a time period that has escaped my radar until now. Learn to bring an long gone era back to life. I also hope that I'll be introduced to at least one author that I've never heard of, but won't be able to live without.
Let the games begin.
I am what libraries and librarians have made me, with a little assistance from a professor of Greek and a few poets.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Post NaNo Musings



But the thing that I am most thankful to NaNo for this year is my newest WIP, My Lover's Keeper. Accepting the challenge to write an historical novel has been the most awesome ride. I'd hate for anyone to see my desk. There are maps and reams of print outs. Not to mention the books of Kate Pearce and Beverly Jenkins that I refer to often. Not of it all smooth. You have no idea how hard it is to find out the exact length of a transatlantic voyage. Much less finding an image of the interior of a French galleon, but I digress.
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Etienne Chavaleau |
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Michel Rigard |
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Henri Chavaleau |
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