Today, author Laura May is guesting. She’s here to talk about her latest release The One Woman, a LGBTQ+ romance. Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway.
Being a writer has a lot of perks—you meet new people who work in the industry; real people read something you wrote in the quiet of the night or morning, and some of them actually like it! You have a chance to escape from the real world into the one you create, it can be a fairy tale, it can be a love story or a horror one. You choose it.
But world-building needs your time, energy, and devotion. It needs you.
Here are a few tips I would like to share with new writers.
1. Set schedule and guard it vigorously
You need your writing schedule. Choose a time and stick to it. Only consistency will get your book to the end.
2. Sometimes the Muse is on vacation
Don’t wait till the Muse comes, you need to sit and write. Maybe she/he will come, maybe they won’t, but you’ll have a few hundreds of words on the page to expand and edit.
3. Find your writing rituals
It can be from something magical to a simple cup of coffee. Find what works for you. Is it silence? Is it a favorite playlist? A crystal by your side? A quote that gets you writing?
4. Read info on craft, and break the rules
You can read hundreds of books on writing, and only a few rules would work for you. But those few which would, will make a tremendous difference.
5. Enjoy the process
Why are you writing? You should have an answer. Is this answer good for you? Yes? Then don’t forget to enjoy it.
Right Person. Wrong timing.
Blurb: Julie manipulates what the eye can’t see as a graphic designer but no matter what lens she uses, her life and her relationship with her boyfriend Mark remain mundane. Until she meets Ann. Ann is successful, beautiful, and charismatic. Julie can’t deny the spark during their chance meeting. When their present entwines once again in Barcelona the spark is impossible to extinguish. When tragedy strikes, Julie must decide between her devotion to Mark and her love for Ann. Can true love survive when the timing is all wrong?
We took our seats towards the back. I was so nervous I was going to faint. Good, at least I would not need to endure this hell for long. I stared forward at the seat in front of me, paralyzed. I am going to die here, played on a loop in my head.
Something warm touched my hand, I looked down and through the fog I saw Julie’s hand squeezing mine.
“Breathe,” she told me. She was calm. “You are brave—”
And it started. Momentarily, I was pressed deep into the seat. Julie screamed but didn’t let go of my hand. A great force made it hard to even take a breath.
As we rushed up, I glanced down. It was so high my poor hammering heart skipped a beat. Now we were on the top, and the wind was freezing here. In the next second, we were falling.
Now, I screamed. Everyone screamed. It made it easier. Julie was not holding me anymore; she clutched me. And we were down. My heart had never beaten so fast in my life.
I turned to Julie, feeling like we were running on pure adrenaline. Time stopped as I drowned in her pools of caramel. She was breathing hard, and I felt her grazing my hand up and down with her thumb. I looked down, but she quickly removed her hand.
“You did it,” she said breathlessly.
She closed her eyes, the sun shining on her face, and again I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Thank God I stopped for the red light; she was a dangerous distraction to have in the car. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
I heard the honk from the back; the light had switched to green some time ago. I pressed the gas, and we giggled.
As the car hit the highway, we immediately got stuck in a traffic jam.
“It’s like this almost all the time here, don’t worry. We shouldn’t be here long. We’ll probably be home in twenty minutes,” I assured her.
“I don’t worry,” Julie said, touching my hand on the steering wheel. We were not moving at all.
I watched mesmerized by how she took my hand and how she entwined her fingers with mine. Her touch sent jolts of pure energy through my body. I had waited for her, and I would always wait for her. She looked directly at me, her liquid caramel eyes pausing my heart. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement.
“We need to move,” she said, breaking the spell.
Damn it, the road. The traffic moved faster and moments later, we were speeding down the highway again. Julie left her hand on my knee, tracing circles. She was talking about work, how it and books had saved her sanity during the last week.
“With each passing day, it was physically painful to stay so far from you,” Julie sighed.
Laura May is a pseudonym of a Ukrainian-American author. Laura lived in Kyiv till her mid-twenties. Now she can be found traveling around the world. The One Woman is her debut novel published by Creative James Media.
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