another day, another page

Well, I didn’t manage to get the five pages done on Wednesday. I was mostly too busy transfering files and programs from my old computer to my new one. It’s a long process, and I’ve still got all my email files to go, so if you’re waiting on an email response from me–I’m getting there! I think I managed a whole page and a half on Wednesday, but yesterday I wrote eight, so I have actually rolled over the 290 page mark and I’m racing towards the 300.

But this story is continually taking a different track to what I plan–and I just love that. Every writer writes a different way, and there’s absolutely no right or wrong way to write, but I just can’t ever imagine plotting a story. Fully plotting, I mean. Half the joy in writing (for me) is the journey of discovery–I love seeing where the story goes, what the characters do. Sure, I have a general overall plan, and I have certain threads I want drawn into the story (particularily this one, as it’s the fourth in a series and has to contain certain elements from the previous novels) but it’s a truly amazing experience to just write, allowing the words and the characters and the plot to go where they will, and then reach the end and realise it really does all make sense.

You know, this writing gig is a pretty damn amazing job–when the muse isn’t stressing out over storylines or panicking over whether we’re ever going to be good enough ;)

give me action any day

Remember how I said yesterday I was going to write more than five pages? Well, I did, but only just. I managed a whole total of six pages. The trouble, you see, was that I was writing an emotional scene rather than an action one. I love action scenes–they’re easy to figure out. You don’t have to work out what people are thinking, just how they’re physcially reacting. Emotional scenes are a whole different ballgame–especially in first person. You not only have to make sense of the main character’s thoughts and emotions, but you have to show the second character’s reactions, without ever having the benefit of flipping into their pov and getting some introspection happening. It’s tough. Yesterday I spent more time getting up from the computer and walking around than I did sitting down and actually writing. But in scenes like this–a scene where Riley is finally confronting Quinn over his actions–I think it’s better to take whatever time the scene needs and get it right, rather than producing something that doesn’t ring true. Right now, I think I have the basics of a really powerful scene–even if it’s one that needs a little more thinking time, and a little more work.

Anyway, I’m back to attempting five pages today. If I get them done, I’ll have reached the 290 page mark. With a bit of luck, I’ll roll over the magic 300 page mark by the weekend. I’m not sure why, but hitting 300 pages is always a bit of a relief. Until I get to that point, I’m never entirely sure that the novel has enough ‘oomph’ in it to stretch to 400 pages. Reaching 300 is usually a sure sign that there is. And there’s so much in this novel that has yet to happen–I just love it when that happens! It usually means the end bit is a truly exciting ride, and that’s all good :)

having a bludge

didn’t actually do anything this weekend–writing related, anyway. I did finally complete the update of my website and transfer all the new pages across. And I did complete several new levels of Soldier of Fortune :) Oh, and I decided to upgrade my computer, so Pete and I trundled down to the computer swap-meet yesterday to get all the new bits and pieces (so handy having a hubby who’s into building computers)

I’m going to try and write more than five pages today, just to make up for my slack over the weekend. How much more? Not a whole lot–if I get close to ten pages, I’ll be happy with that.

Oh, and for those who were wondering what the leaping lab looks like, here’s a pic :)

she’s a big girl, even if she doesn’t look it in the pic

First Review!

Full Moon Rising has its first review! And it’s a good one — 9 out of 10. I’m amazed you didn’t here me whooping all over the internet. (actually, that sounds mildly…disturbing :)

Anyway, the reviewer, J.M. Cornwell, says in part:

“Arthur never fails to deliver, keeping the fires stoked, the cliffs high, and the emotions dancing on a razor’s edge in this edgy, hormone-filled mystery.”


“Arthur sets the bar very high in her first novel in this new series, but there is no doubt she will deliver. Full Moon Rising is a shocking and sensual read, so keep the ice handy.”


If you want to check out the entire review, head here

more muse musings

You know, it occured to me yesterday, while I was gadding about reading emails, playing games, and generally avoiding writing a big fight scene, that maybe the reason the muse is refusing the buckle down is because I’m writing the fourth book of a series no one has seen yet. The first three books are untested–I have no idea whether people are going to love or hate these books and these characters, and the muse is reacting to this.

Of course, being unsure about your writing and your books is a normal state for most writers (tho I’m sure the stars of the various genres–Stephen King, Nora Roberts, Laurell K Hamilton, Clive Cussler, Dick Francis etc, don’t spend a whole lot of their writing time worrying about whether their audience is going to love or hate their next book). But most of us never get to those stellar heights, and most of us do worry. Let’s be honest–most writers write not just because they love it, but because they want to make a living out of it, and to do that, writers have to sell books. But if ever there is one thing that can stop a muse in its tracks, it’s fear. And it comes in all different forms. Fear of rejections stops some from ever submitting, as does fear of becoming a success and not being able to keep up with the pace. Then there’s the fear of never being good enough–something I’ve struggled with my whole writing life. Of course, this particular fear wasn’t helped by the fact that I was writing paranormal romance and urban fantasy well before Christine Feehan or Laurell K Hamilton proved there was a market for such books. And in some ways, it also wasn’t helped by the fact that I’m in a crit group that has some bloody brilliant writers. Writers who have struggled, just like me, to get published. And the little demon of doubt was always there on my shoulder, always prodding me and reminding me that if those brilliant people couldn’t get published, why the hell should I?

Of course, actually getting published didn’t shut the little doubter up. She just found new avenues to exploit. Which is where I’m at now. Worrying that I’m writing a book no one will ever see. Which hasn’t actually stopped me from writing it. Despite all the attempts of avoidence yesterday, I did actually write–and finish–the big fight scene. I ended up completing ten pages overall, which helped make up for the pages I didn’t write the day before. I also got a clearer idea of how this book is going to get to the ending, and it should be a humdinger. I’m learning, however slowly, that I simply can’t allow fear to get the better of me anymore. No writer who wants to make a living out of this gig can. And it is a wonderful gig. Despite all the fears and doubts, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now.

Although if I could make a living eating chocolate and not put on weight while doing so, I might just consider a career jump :D