Insanely busy with classes and writing and sometimes they crash headlong into one another

Insanely busy with classes and writing and sometimes they crash headlong into one another

Desk mascots. Still in the process of naming em.
1.Lito and Latte
2. Sascha and Asher
3. Squiggy and Goo (?)
4.NosferaOne and Nosferatu. 
5. Fang One and Fang Two
6.Star and Buck. 
( I did fix the one’s eye) 

Desk mascots. Still in the process of naming em.

1.Lito and Latte

2. Sascha and Asher

3. Squiggy and Goo (?)

4.NosferaOne and Nosferatu. 

5. Fang One and Fang Two

6.Star and Buck. 

( I did fix the one’s eye) 

Books! Dragoncon!!
Well, the first thing we did in the hotel room was tear into the box of books. There’s not much that compares to seeing a year and a half of work in print. ( ok maybe having a baby is as much of a high but to be honest, since that’s a nonstarter for us, this is MY high).
I didn’t set out to self publish for the vanity kick. I didn’t do it because “my work wasn’t good enough.” I didn’t do it for the quick fix. 
It was a carefully considered thing, given the state of current traditional publishers, who have their place in the creative pantheon as much as say, traditional record labels, we just felt that we could do just fine going solo. Indie, as it could be called. I could sell my work for a longer period, and though I’ll sell less than your mass market best seller, I have a longer shelf life and more creative control. 
We knew then, that we had to really up the stakes on art and layout too. I think we did it. I wrote the story I wanted, where I would have had to conform it to less/more gore or less fluid sexuality, forcing a M/F happy ever after on a book that I felt never wanted it. I believe that this is valid publishing. That writers should be given a chance to write THEIR story, not a market listing’s demand.
And how well it goes? We’ll see. There’s a few small formatting typos, and I’ll apologize now, we really DID try and lacked the funds for a pro, but we’ll get better. This was trial by fire, and we came through.
The feedback so far has been good. And granted I know some will hate it and I can see small things I wish I could go back and kick into place but I’m looking forward to the sequels, and the “your book inspired strange/fun dreams.” How awesome is that, really? 
And as a good friend said: “You DID what people only talk about doing.”
I really do recommend that. Whatever it is you dream of creating, get moving. DO it. 

Books! Dragoncon!!

Well, the first thing we did in the hotel room was tear into the box of books. There’s not much that compares to seeing a year and a half of work in print. ( ok maybe having a baby is as much of a high but to be honest, since that’s a nonstarter for us, this is MY high).

I didn’t set out to self publish for the vanity kick. I didn’t do it because “my work wasn’t good enough.” I didn’t do it for the quick fix. 

It was a carefully considered thing, given the state of current traditional publishers, who have their place in the creative pantheon as much as say, traditional record labels, we just felt that we could do just fine going solo. Indie, as it could be called. I could sell my work for a longer period, and though I’ll sell less than your mass market best seller, I have a longer shelf life and more creative control. 

We knew then, that we had to really up the stakes on art and layout too. I think we did it. I wrote the story I wanted, where I would have had to conform it to less/more gore or less fluid sexuality, forcing a M/F happy ever after on a book that I felt never wanted it. I believe that this is valid publishing. That writers should be given a chance to write THEIR story, not a market listing’s demand.

And how well it goes? We’ll see. There’s a few small formatting typos, and I’ll apologize now, we really DID try and lacked the funds for a pro, but we’ll get better. This was trial by fire, and we came through.

The feedback so far has been good. And granted I know some will hate it and I can see small things I wish I could go back and kick into place but I’m looking forward to the sequels, and the “your book inspired strange/fun dreams.” How awesome is that, really? 

And as a good friend said: “You DID what people only talk about doing.”

I really do recommend that. Whatever it is you dream of creating, get moving. DO it. 

Pre trip mayhem

Off to NYC and Atlanta in 7 days. 

Posting….sparse as I try to frantically get the to do list done.

If you bought the book, thank you. Leave a review. Tell a friend. Pat my head and I’ll return the favor on your creative efforts. 

And if you really didn’t like it, write your own book! :D

http://nicomurray.ca/?page_id=67  for all the links to the books in print/epub. 

Link ALL the links!

http://nicomurray.ca/?page_id=67

Novella!

Bound Lilies has been submitted. Now we do the dance of wait! 

R did a gorgeous back cover layout, and really rocked it again, props to the boy who helped proof and copy edit an erotica novella whilst avoiding context. ( I teased him that the movies he watches are far far worse.its a bit of m/f/m action at most, not really m/m. 

Silly lad. Vamps don’t care. You’re warm, you’re delightfully squishy, you’re consenting? bring it on. 

I do wish the anxiety ridden dreams of people absolutely HATING the books ends, I know, not everyone will love it, not everyone has to. i don’t like margaret atwood’s work at all! but i’m sure she’s nice, and she also smacks down our mayor so i’d never say “yo maggie, don’t like cats eye!” She’d cut me. 

But I know I don’t write “LITERATURE”. I don’t present it as if I do. I write good pulpy paranormal. 

I will recite the wise words of my friend Donna, of ego likeness, of several albums and books and she sez: “remember. YOU DID SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE DON’T TRY DOING. YOU DID IT.” 

And for that, I say, FUCK YEAH I WROTE MY NOVEL. FUCK YEAH, I RELEASED MY NOVEL. FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH, I DID IT TWICE IN A YEAR FUCKING YEAH.

Boo. YAH. 

( On the other small side, it feels REALLY REALLY odd. I feel naked. And a little alone. and I have Novel 2 and novella 2 to plot. But damn it feels like “where are my pants?” )

A gratuitous boost of someone who consistently knocks it out of the galaxy with great erotica prose and fiction and some of the funniest tags going.  (click on the “words”. NSFW and all that madness. Y’all are adults. 

(never mind the smut, its the tags that got me following. I’m a sucker for word play and wit.) 

I’m settling in with the rocket fuel coffee, and waiting for R the ever awesome spouse to finish formatting and edits on the novel. I have a novella to finish up, and I’ll be doing the formatting on that to spare his sanity. 

Its just words all over the place tonight.

writing tonight, spurred on by some new info on getting our wee self-publishing press going, and some freaking awesome feedback from my beloved beta reader and cover model for the Lily novel. 

I quoth: “‎Nico: OH MY FUCKING GODS, MAY!!!!! *half way through*”

Happydancehappy. I know full well at some point someone’s going to tell me every word I’ve put to paper is of dreck, but for now, and consistently the feedback has been rave, and it really does keep me motivated. Its a fucking HIGH to know I’ve gotten into people’s heads just a bit that they react so much to what I wrote.

And there’s one character that was a sideline character who now is secondary, and everyone’s fairly forbidden me from harming a hair on his fictional head. 

Tonight’s music choice? Seabound. Love em. They’re sometimes a bit unsettling, a bit disturbing, but oh, so wonderful. Its what makes a good story, right? We don’t buy books where “nothing went wrong, nothing bad happened, and they all skipped off to the sunset.” I don’t particularily find myself bothered by what I write, be it gory or sexy. If what I write keeps people awake at night, I’m rather ok with that.

 I’m off to do a massive edit session now, and try to stay one step of this headache lingering. Its been phenomenally hot lately and I’m certain I’m dehydrated, so its caffiene and some electrolyte drink and onward. The deadlines, they loom. 

Chicago, May 2012.
Walked by and HAD to stop. Location. Location. The perfectly done lawn, the spiky fence. the stillness. Location reference photo. Its a thing. Amuse me. My world-building is done on the fly, an ever evolving thing. 
Maybe some of the Sources live here. Maybe its the original House where Sascha was turned. Hrm. That’s likely. Yep. 

Chicago, May 2012.

Walked by and HAD to stop. Location. Location. The perfectly done lawn, the spiky fence. the stillness. Location reference photo. Its a thing. Amuse me. My world-building is done on the fly, an ever evolving thing. 

Maybe some of the Sources live here. Maybe its the original House where Sascha was turned. Hrm. That’s likely. Yep. 

Keukenhof Purple Tulips, Netherlands, April 2011.
I’d never seen purple tulips like this till Keukenhof. If you ever have the slightest opportunity, it’s worth the trip. A blooming spectacle, for just a couple short months a year, shorter every year I’m told as the temps rise, and the tulips are prone to bowing their heads in the heat. 
A recurring detail in the books is each clan/sub clan has their own color/symbol identifier, and when i found the purple flowers in my rafts of travel pictures, I realize I probably will sit down and draw some of these out and turn them in to jewelery pieces yet, so that I have a sketchbook of ideas to start with at the bench in september. 

Keukenhof Purple Tulips, Netherlands, April 2011.

I’d never seen purple tulips like this till Keukenhof. If you ever have the slightest opportunity, it’s worth the trip. A blooming spectacle, for just a couple short months a year, shorter every year I’m told as the temps rise, and the tulips are prone to bowing their heads in the heat. 

A recurring detail in the books is each clan/sub clan has their own color/symbol identifier, and when i found the purple flowers in my rafts of travel pictures, I realize I probably will sit down and draw some of these out and turn them in to jewelery pieces yet, so that I have a sketchbook of ideas to start with at the bench in september. 

Tulips, Bemmel, Netherlands, April 2011
Posting the briefest notes on the works in progress, and characters, for all three readers.
Book One: ( Shattering the Grey) Sascha’s POV, (in first and yes I tried everything else under the sun for it) He’s turned, and I explode his little life in so many ways and watch him scramble to put it all together and see how far i can push him.  I? I mean…his nemesis.antagonists. ahem. 
Book Two:( untitled) moves to Rachel and Ash, third person, and the aftermath of things that happen in book one. OH so vague. But its in the stages of plotting now. 
Lily:( working title, a first for me) a short story that I knocked out, toying with the certainty that James and Asher would get up to some fun of their own, and it became a novella, now a novel. it takes place along side book two, I’ll probably release both concurrently, and hopefully by dragoncon. A little erotic/fun/bdsm tale of two vamps who take that whole “play with your food” to a great fun level. And it has plot. Character dev. All that good stuff. It was also an exercise in writing description/emotional response, because I’m all about action and dialog. Its been a great boost for my writing skills. I’m really happy with how its going. 

Tulips, Bemmel, Netherlands, April 2011

Posting the briefest notes on the works in progress, and characters, for all three readers.

Book One: ( Shattering the Grey) Sascha’s POV, (in first and yes I tried everything else under the sun for it) He’s turned, and I explode his little life in so many ways and watch him scramble to put it all together and see how far i can push him.  I? I mean…his nemesis.antagonists. ahem. 

Book Two:( untitled) moves to Rachel and Ash, third person, and the aftermath of things that happen in book one. OH so vague. But its in the stages of plotting now. 

Lily:( working title, a first for me) a short story that I knocked out, toying with the certainty that James and Asher would get up to some fun of their own, and it became a novella, now a novel. it takes place along side book two, I’ll probably release both concurrently, and hopefully by dragoncon. A little erotic/fun/bdsm tale of two vamps who take that whole “play with your food” to a great fun level. And it has plot. Character dev. All that good stuff. It was also an exercise in writing description/emotional response, because I’m all about action and dialog. Its been a great boost for my writing skills. I’m really happy with how its going. 

"I don’t sleep, I dream" -REM

Every day I travel 

To keep my mind quiet in its cage 
Every night I`m dancing 
With the images I generate ” Seabound: travelling 

Woke from one of my recurrent nighmares. I’ve been feeling a little under the weather, so I zonked for a nap, and blammo. The Airport Nightmare. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love travelling, and by luck, and family, and some thrifty, smart travel planning, I go places, and while I travel less than your average CEO, I sure travel more than the average person. 

And I dream, nay, nightmare, about airports, missing my flight, lost in the boarding tunnels, forgot to pack luggage, denied entry to countries, confused by the language, lost lost so utterly lost. and then there’s the dreams of flying, which some say is a sex thing. but it doesn’t explain the myriad of flying contraptions my brain thinks I’m to board for parts unknown. ( if you care to take a flying armchair analysis at this, feel free.) Low tech prop planes and high tech suborbitals. I wake, sweating, heart pounding. 

But dreams, and nightmares are where my ideas burble up in my writing, from the oddball stew of images and thoughts. I never really think of running low on ideas. It simply really hasn’t happened yet. I’ve fished more than a few ideas out that needed more simmering time, but the first novel was a series of recurring odd dreams, fragments really, that I pieced together. ( I’ve heard you really don’t remember dreams, but I do. vividly. Easily.) 

A classmate wryly observed “Nico, your dreams are other people’s nightmares.” 

Perhaps. 

I’m travelling again in 10 days so perhaps that’s the kicking off of the new batch of dreams. After returning from China, the hum of a truck motor in the alley was the hum of jet engines in my sleep. 

( Oddly, the main character has rarely flown, the logistics of long haul flights and commercial air routes and vampires is not a simple one, nor did he have the access to the elite private jet thingy. So I put him on a plane and made him terrified. Much fun.) 

So that’s where my ideas, my nightmares, my dreams come from. Removing one aspect probably causes the whole rickety mess to fall apart. Still, wouldn’t mind a heart pounding dream that doesn’t involve sprinting to a gate. Would prefer something a little more…well, y’know.  

( My apologies, my lack of photomojo has left the images a bit borked.) 

Lily The novella/short novel has a lily subtext/theme recurring whatever you want to call it, in the book. I never set out to specifically slap anything of the sort in, detesting that sort of thing in high school lit classes where we had to analyze everything, but here’s my thing as a writer. I don’t like that sort of mind trickery, and I don’t put it in my work. The ocean means the ocean, theres no hidden symbolism, only the symbols you find for your self, and the ones I’ll just point to. This image…I want to turn it into some jewelery work for sure. Something the character in mind would wear. My creative endeavors, they like to tango. I’m willing to indulge them. ( There’s a occasional nod and wink humor over the lily theme in the book, which I just ran with. The lesson: pick your safeword carefully. At least no one said “rutabaga” or “goldfish”, right?)

Lily The novella/short novel has a lily subtext/theme recurring whatever you want to call it, in the book. I never set out to specifically slap anything of the sort in, detesting that sort of thing in high school lit classes where we had to analyze everything, but here’s my thing as a writer. I don’t like that sort of mind trickery, and I don’t put it in my work. The ocean means the ocean, theres no hidden symbolism, only the symbols you find for your self, and the ones I’ll just point to. This image…I want to turn it into some jewelery work for sure. Something the character in mind would wear. My creative endeavors, they like to tango. I’m willing to indulge them. ( There’s a occasional nod and wink humor over the lily theme in the book, which I just ran with. The lesson: pick your safeword carefully. At least no one said “rutabaga” or “goldfish”, right?)

There was no alarm like the siren call of sunset. She rose, just as the infernal sun started to melt below the horizon. She preferred daylight as a mortal, and at first detested the dark of immortality, but that blurry mess of blues and pinks as the day gave way, and the city quieted, much better.
Time to go find a pretty something for a chat in a cafe till the sun threatened to sear her skin, time to lure them to her arms with charming words and a smile, and feed. 
And come home, with pink cheeks and red lips, to sleep away the day again. 
( Haarlem, Netherlands, April 2011) 

There was no alarm like the siren call of sunset. She rose, just as the infernal sun started to melt below the horizon. She preferred daylight as a mortal, and at first detested the dark of immortality, but that blurry mess of blues and pinks as the day gave way, and the city quieted, much better.

Time to go find a pretty something for a chat in a cafe till the sun threatened to sear her skin, time to lure them to her arms with charming words and a smile, and feed. 

And come home, with pink cheeks and red lips, to sleep away the day again. 

( Haarlem, Netherlands, April 2011)