Sunday was my blog-o-versary and I've decided to make it last a WHOLE WEEK. Yep. A week. A week of old posts and a superfantabulous contest. Just for you.
And before I talk about my contest and share an old fave, Monica B.W. is hosting a pitch contest with Kristin Miller on her blog! Check it out here!
Okay, now for my craziness! Here's the deets recap on
I've read some pretty cool books lately, and I wanted to share some of them with you. Here's what could be on YOUR TBR plate:
Or . . .OR you could just pick out your own book with a $15 Amazon gift certificate.
So yep - that's what's up for grabs! You could win one of eight books or an Amazon gift card. What do you have to do?
Yep - that's it. Leave a comment. Every day you leave a comment this week (Sunday July 10 through Friday July 15), you get an entry in my contest. OOOH! And while you don't have to follow my blog, or tweet, or blog about my fab-o contest, I will give you extra entries if you do!
So here's the recap on the entry thing:
+1 for every day you comment
+2 if you're an old faithful (follower, that is) PS - let me know this. I AM forty and mucho forgetful.
+1 if you're a new follower
+3 if you tweet about the contest (leave a link in the comment one day please)
+5 if you blog about it or attach the contest news to your sidebar! (leave that linkage too!)
So enter away, peeps! Contest will run until Friday July 15 11:59 EST. I'll tally up entries and announce winners on Saturday.
And as part of my blog-o-versary celebration, I'm posting some of my oldies, but goodies all week. Here's a rather infamous one from November of last year.
Thanks to my friend Tabitha, I have new adds to my daily speech like amazeballs and crazeballs. And while the new wordage is definitely faboo, those “balls” are not the balls I’m blogging about today.
Nope. Today my writing journey takes me to a man’s world. Today I’m talking about cajones, testes, nads, huevos,…
And how I need to strap some on to write my latest novel.
The starring role in my most recent WIP belongs to an eighteen-year-old high school football player who is pretty much your typical, eighteen-year-old football player with some, er… special talents. He’s into sports, beer, and his friends. And he’s definitely into the opposite sex.
And writing from his POV has been quite the exhilarating challenge. After all, I’m a woman and I definitely don’t want my manly man to come off sounding all girl-i-fied.
So just how do I get inside a guy’s head (no pun intended)?
Well, for starters, I watch a lot of Friday Night Lights and Remember the Titans. I put on The Program for entertaining insight. I read books with male protags and analyze characters similar to the ones I’ve created.
I’ve got guys who read my stuff. My fabulous husband (who PS – coaches boys soccer), my editor (also of the male persuasion), and a couple other token males inform me whether or not I nailed it in terms of dialogue.
I run up and down the sidelines at football games (and they thought I was just taking stats). And I let Facebook statuses be my muse. Or my former students’ walls. You can call it creepin’. I call it research, baby.
But what really helps validate whether or not I’m spot on with my voice: one of my math classes.
Yep. My testosterone-injected math class.
While they’re pouncing into my room and boasting about the latest score (football, right?) or when they’re conjuring up every conversation except the “math” one they should be having over the homework they should be doing, I slip into observation mode. They might think I’m merely helping someone with that one problem (whatever) or catching up on grades, but dude—I’m all ears.
And while sometimes it's a little TMI, often their convos prove rather insightful. And validating.
I’ve had a few writing moments in the past three months in which I’ve crafted scenes between my MC and his three burly football buddies and I second guess the realism of that scene. And then I laugh a week later as my football players pretty much re-enact the same scenario.
And anytime I feel my “dude,” “bro,” or “man” count gets too high, I just listen to the daily speech of my “boys” and realize I could probably triple that count.
Yeah—it’s not easy talking with balls, but it can be very fun. And the things I learn from my observations and from my own writing…
Definitely makes me appreciate my feminine side.
PS - that's the WIP I'm STILL working on. (and probably will be for-ev-er) And if you really want to know what teenage boys are really thinking, read Swim The Fly (oh wait - you could WIN that from me!). American Pie at swim school. Hi-larious.
Sooo...what are YOU working on lately?